Fantasy World Transmigration

After the professors brought Lockhart to Madam Pomfrey, and the Hogwarts students and Durmstrang exchange students dispersed noisily, the farce finally came to an end. Professor McGonagall Feeling tired and exhausted, she looked at the auditorium with messy seats after people left the building, and sighed against her forehead: "Principal Dumbledore, you made a wrong decision."

Dumbledore smiled. "Nothing is absolutely wrong, Minerva. Only fit and inappropriate."

"It's only the first day..." Professor McGonagall sighed: "On the first day, a professor was injured. Although I don't like Professor Lockhart, he is too frivolous... But this kind of encounter is also very difficult for him. That's a little too much. Is Professor Lockhart all right?"

"His memory went back to three years ago..." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Speaking of which, when Madam Pomfrey was treating him, she discovered something interesting. His memories of the past three years were in a mess, like a mess. Countless chaotic, indescribably bad memories, like the memories of a crazy troll, thrown into a ball with a forgetting curse."

"Madame Pomfrey said that just reading these memory fragments is going to drive her crazy!"

"But when Madam Pomfrey was reading Lockhart's memories from three years ago, she accidentally discovered something... Although I don't want to believe Minerva, Professor Lockhart may be receiving treatment in Azkaban Already!"

"Azkaban has been occupied by dark wizards!" Professor McGonagall replied subconsciously, and then his face changed color: "What happened?"

"Professor Lockhart is suspected of using the Oblivion Curse to steal other people's 'experiences'. We have found a victim who was attacked by Professor Lockhart after telling him about his journey with vampires... …there are probably many more such victims. The adventures that Professor Lockhart recounts in his bestsellers may have been stolen from others."

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall couldn't believe it.

Dumbledore whispered: "In order to maintain the school's reputation, we will announce that Professor Lockhart has lost part of his memory due to a teaching accident and needs to be treated at St. Mungo's. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is temporarily handed over to... Durmster Professor Chen Ang, who came to communicate with Lang, acted as an agent."

"What?" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and she screamed, "You want a dark wizard to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? It's better to let Snape take over the class, I know he has already set his sights on that position gone."

"That's what Professor Snape suggested!" Dumbledore whispered.

Professor McGonagall looked disbelieving,

She grabbed the hem of Dumbledore's robe and asked in horror, "Is he crazy? Headmaster, Snape is crazy, are you crazy too? How much trouble did that professor make during class today?"

"Sometimes, if you don't give people a chance, you will never be able to see him clearly." Dumbledore smiled and said, "If you don't let Professor Chen try, how do you know that he is not suitable?"

Chen Ang brought Durmstrang's students back to the dormitory. Yakov had already woken up from his madness at this time. After hearing what happened from his classmates, his little face turned pale with fright. Seeing Chen Ang coming to him In front of him, trembling, he said hesitantly: "Teach...professor! I didn't mean it. I dreamed about the old gods last night. They controlled everything I did."

"There are no old gods, Yakov." Chen Ang shook his head.

"just me!"

"Although the existences in the poems I asked you to recite still exist, they are far away from this world. Although the chaos in this world is still so chaotic, there is no such indescribable horror. Those poems and magic books are not Do not communicate with the Great Old Ones, they merely describe the chaotic nature of magic and sharpen your spirits."

"Sensitive enough to touch the 'Well of Eternity', what you see is my reflection in the Well of Eternity from beginning to end, a shadow distorted by the huge arcane energy and chaotic magic power."

Yakov was even more frightened. If Chen Ang was still a terrifying Dark Lord in their hearts before, he has now been upgraded to an omniscient and omnipotent evil god.

Looking at the little wizards trembling like quails, the little girl's head was tightly entangled and her snake hair was tied into a knot, Yakov's trembling tongue was hitting his teeth desperately, and there was a tall wizard with a neck Behind the six eyes that were shedding blood and tears in fear, Viktor Krum's jaw was covered with octopus-like tentacles. These tentacles twitched like spasms, and stretched towards Chen Ang's back.

Chen Ang couldn't help but sighed, and he calmly said: "It's okay, Yakov, you did a good job."

"You must be very confused. What is the essence of magical power and power obtained by contacting those 'old gods' in your dreams? In the previous few lessons, I mainly talked about how to control and protect your own spirit. This point, someone learned Very good, let yourself maintain the human form, some people did not learn well, or rashly contacted the 'Old God' more deeply, resulting in physical alienation."

"You feel stronger every day, and the magic power is increasing exponentially. I know that most of you are afraid of this, and think that the power of those 'old gods' and 'monsters' has infected you."

"But today, I want to tell you about the origin of the black magic you have learned. According to research, the magic power of most wizards comes from their own blood, and the magical bloodlines of more magical animals in wizards nourish your magic power. So your magical power will gradually grow with age."

"Secondly, some magic items that are closely related to wizards will also interact with each other because of communication with wizards. When your magic power stimulates the growth of magic items, it will also grow due to the reverse effect. All powerful Magic items, such as the Elder Wand, can also make a wizard's magic stronger."

"But in the final analysis, wizards still use the power in their own bodies, the magic power nourished by your blood, and your magic power comes from your physical strength, vitality, and vitality... Wizards use magic spells to pry the power of the whole world outside the body. It is the magic power-spell system. But I am not satisfied with this. I hope to find the huge system that wizards use magic spells to leverage, reversely stimulate wizards, transform you, and gain power far stronger than relying on blood growth. "

"This is the origin of my black magic system... I found a new plane, a world outside our world, where there is infinite and powerful power. The whole process is a secret, but in the end, I put This power has been absorbed into our world, opening a 'well' from our world to that world."

"That is the 'Well of Eternity', the source of darkness, the source of arcane magic, and the energy core of the universe."

"The controller of the Well of Eternity is an existence called 'Morgoth'. He discovered this world and radiated his power to this world. The power of the Well of Eternity I discovered is a kind of The pure energies called arcane energies, and Morgoth radiates upon the world the chaotic magic of darkness and chaos that is characteristic of his power."

"Morgoth distorted my shadow, so that anyone who seeks arcane power will be infected with chaotic magic in their dreams. The Well of Eternity is a powerful source of radiation. It has a powerful energy comparable to that of a star and can destroy the world. The energy drawn from the Well of Eternity in one second can destroy this planet more than ten times. Therefore, when your magic power is radiated by it, it will increase at a speed of thousands of times. If you have enough will to rule this planet A force, with enough wisdom to control this force, you will - omnipotent!"

"If you have this determination, you can use the power of Morgoth to explore the secrets of the Well of Eternity, and find ways to influence, control, and use this magnificent power!"

"As your mentor, I have guided you to the foot of this path... The rest of the road is up to you!"

Looking at the stunned Durmstrang exchange students, Chen Ang turned and went back to his room, leaving behind a group of trembling little wizards, shocked by his words.

"How long will it take for this setting to fall into Dumbledore's ears? How long will Dumbledore think about it before he senses the power of the Well of Eternity?" Chen Ang thought: "Should I Give Harry Potter a hint before he can compete with Dumbledore for the title of the next Dark Lord? Or give Malfoy a chance?"

"He has wanted to be the Dark Lord for a long time, no matter what, he is also the savior's mortal enemy, and he can't justify it if he doesn't give him a chance!"