Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Hogwarts, the school doctor's office.

"Harry, how are you feeling now?"

Madam Pomfrey held an empty bottle of tranquilizer in her hand and asked concerned Harry who was lying on the bed.

"It's much better now." Harry's face was peaceful, but his voice was weak: "My head doesn't hurt so much anymore."

"Harry, Harry, you were really scary just now."

"Yes, you were in bed just now, covering your head and rolling around, making a very painful sound."

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Ron and several other young wizards in the same dormitory beside him saw that Harry was much better, so they chirped.

There will be a feeling of lingering fear.

"Quiet, quiet." Madam Pomfrey whispered, "The patient needs to rest."

"You guys go back to the dormitory and rest. I will take care of Harry. He needs a quiet rest now."

Hearing Madam Pomfrey's urging, the chattering little wizards immediately stopped talking, then nodded helplessly and walked outside.

At this moment, Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse of Hogwarts, said to Harry in a gentle voice: "Harry, it has just been detected that your soul seems to be affected to a certain extent."

"But now it's stable, you can rest assured."

"Have a good sleep tomorrow"

Before Madam Pomfrey could finish her words, Harry heard a rush of footsteps.

tread! tread! tread!

"Madam, what's wrong with Harry?" Professor McGonagall's serious voice sounded.

At the same time, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape all came into view.

"Here you are, Headmaster." Harry said weakly.

"It seems that Mr. Potter is fine." Thinking of Snape's familiar sarcastic tone, Harry's face froze.

After Dumbledore heard this, he stepped forward, caressed Harry's forehead, glanced at the lightning scar, and stared at Harry's emerald green pupils with a glimmer of light.

Ingest divine thoughts!

"Harry, I already know the situation."

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Dumbledore's tone was gentle, but he also revealed the magic that words cannot express, and directly brought Harry's memory back to the moment when he had a headache not long ago.

Tear! pain! Indescribable!

It was as if his soul had been cut open, then reassembled and crushed.

And the heart was dug hard, and the indescribable lack made people feel empty from the bottom of their hearts.

Some even made him feel crazy.

Vaguely, six dark green phantoms appeared in his eyes, as if there were pendants, gold cups and other shapes.

But among them, an existence similar to a notebook suddenly lit up.

The dark green light covered everything, and the tearing pain reached an extreme.

And when the light faded, a handsome young face suddenly flashed and then disappeared.

"Tom." Dumbledore muttered to himself, his expression becoming complicated.

Based on his experience, it is not difficult to guess.

The second generation Dark Lord Voldemort has reappeared and is making big moves.

Most likely yes.

resurrection!

At this moment, Harry returned to that moment in his mind, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

"Peace of mind!"

Dumbledore, aware of Harry's abnormality, quickly cast a calming spell.

At the same time, Madam Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore with a bad expression on her face.

Then he poured half a bottle of tranquilizer directly to Harry's mouth.

"Harry needs to rest now." Madam Pomfrey said in a bad tone, "Let's talk about anything tomorrow."

After hearing this, Dumbledore, who had returned to normal, finally looked deeply at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

"Harry, don't worry, everything will be fine."

After finishing his words, he turned around and walked towards the school doctor's room, passing by Snape.

"Snape, come to the Headmaster's office with me."

Principal room.

Snape followed Dumbledore into the headmaster's office.

He glanced at the portraits of various principals in history, as well as Phoenix resting on the side.

Somewhat puzzled, he asked the old man sitting in front of him: "Albus, what do you want from me?"

"Is it possible that Harry has an irreversible physical problem?"

Dumbledore looked at the somewhat gloomy Slytherin Dean in front of him. He did not answer directly, but asked in a low voice: "Severus, is there anything unusual about the brand on your arm?"

Upon hearing this, Snape was stunned.

I thought it was Lockhart's golden dragon magic brand that was discovered, but it suddenly dawned on me that Dumbledore was emphasizing Voldemort's brand.

Although this mark can be resolved at Lockhart's level.

But Lockhart didn't mention it, and Snape didn't ask for it.

Nature remains in the present.

"There is nothing unusual." Snape shook his head and said, "What's wrong? What happened to the Dark Lord?"

Snape knew exactly how much Dumbledore cared about the Dark Lord.

So as soon as Dumbledore opened his mouth, he knew something was wrong.

"Your guess is correct." Dumbledore nodded and said, "I just obtained some information from Harry's memory."

"The Dark Lord has probably been resurrected."

"So, remember to tell me any changes recently." Dumbledore reminded: "Including the pure-blood family."

In response, Snape nodded seriously.

There is no doubt that the Dark Lord is his enemy.

Although he entered the new world and his strength increased a lot, he was definitely no match.

It seems that taking blood potions should be put on the agenda.

Snape thought silently.

There was a rare hesitation on Dumbledore's face, as if he didn't know what to say next or not.

"Snape, there is news. I think you should be prepared." Dumbledore said with a complex expression: "I have just learned that the Dark Lord and Harry have some very secret relationship."

Then, a scene appeared that puzzled Dumbledore.

After hearing this, Snape's face showed a hint of surprise, and then returned to calm.

"What does it have to do with Harry? Albus, what do you need me to do?"

Snape's complex emotions towards Lily and James were poured into Harry.

Dumbledore knew this very well.

Logically speaking, when Harry had problems, especially with the Dark Lord, Snape's response should not be so weak.

Ideas emerged in Dumbledore's mind, but his long-standing trust kept him from thinking too much.

He just said in a deep voice: "Severus, I suspect that the Dark Lord may have entered Harry's mind through some secret methods."

"I need you to teach Harry Occlumency to protect himself."

By observing Harry, Dumbledore can be very sure that Harry must have a very close connection with Tom.

The connection might even be deeper than he imagined.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Tom's changes to affect Harry.

Especially the six familiar dark green phantoms that appeared deep in Harry's memory.

He had to make a terrible guess arise in his heart.

"Okay, I will teach him." Snape said stiffly.

Now he has a way to save Lily.

Harry's status in his mind was not that high.

But there is still a certain weight, after all, he is Lily's child.

Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, Underground Palace.

"Lockhart, the Dark Lord is most likely resurrected. This is the news that Dumbledore just told me."

Lockhart stared at the handsome young man in front of him, thinking about the news that Snape had just sent through the magic imprint in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

He didn't tell Snape all of his plans.

For example, regarding Voldemort in his hands, this was never mentioned to Snape.

But now it seems that it is impossible not to say it.

Later, Snape's cooperation was needed.

So, after transmitting the information to Snape again through the magic mark.

With a smile, he continued to stare at Tom Riddle in front of him.

At this moment, Voldemort, or rather Tom Riddle, seemed to feel Lockhart's eyes.

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

Although Lockhart's bones were in a strange shape just now.

But then, the other party's feeling was as if his soul had been turned upside down, and it was almost soul-destroying. The aura of death was entangled and deeply engraved in his heart.

He was filled with fear, and his inner desire for life suddenly took over.

"Tom, you are an independent individual now." Lockhart said softly: "You are different from the original Dark Lord."

"You are smart, sensible, and have more potential than him."

"I believe that you will be the ultimate winner in this battle for soul orthodoxy."

Hearing this, Tom nodded with a dark complexion and said, "I believe that with your help, I will be able to kill him."

At the end of the words, a fierce breath hit his face.

There was a big difference between the resurrection with Lockhart's help and the resurrection he originally expected.

One of the most obvious features.

It is that he still maintains a clear sense of reason, and his self-will is dominated by that of his fifth grade.

And it's not mainly about his peak or before his death.

He was born after being cut off from his original soul, so there was such a big commotion in every link before.

In other words, another one will be resurrected.

And this him is the darkest and most peak version of him.

Although the two have the same memory with the help of Horcrux, the other's research on black magic is engraved in the bone marrow.

In a confrontation between the two, without external help, they are likely to be at a disadvantage.

As for the result of failure, there is only one possibility, and that is for the winner to devour the soul of the loser.

Become a more perfect version of him.

Therefore, the two will only fight to the death.

This is a restriction given to him by Lockhart, and it is also another layer of threat.

"Souls are fighting, remember to make good use of the fire I left for you." Lockhart reminded again, or threatened.

He was not at ease about Tom Riddle.

After all, he is the second generation Dark Lord. If he doesn't leave enough means behind, how can he dare to use it?

Seems to know. What Lockhart meant, Tom nodded quietly. The moment he lowered his head, resentment flashed in his eyes.

Then, Lockhart dusted off his wand.

A green crystal exuding a strong breath of life appeared in front of Tom.

"This is the light of life. Keep it." Lockhart reassured: "It can further stabilize your soul and extend your life."

Give him a slap and a sweet date.

Although this method is vulgar, it is still very useful.

"Don't worry, Tom, follow me, you will get far more than you imagine."

"Eternal life, a higher realm, and even becoming a god are all possible as long as you work hard."

As he finished speaking, some pictures emerged in Tom's mind.

There's Lockhart meeting Dragon Bones in the Marvel world, and there's the battle with Dormammu, the god of darkness.

There is also the invasion war of Kama Taj.

The existence of gods, the transformation of images, and the majestic breath, these people are far beyond Tom Riddle's imagination.

Everything shows that what Lockhart is experiencing now is far beyond his imagination.

Then, my heart started to get hot.

Great strength, eternal life.

This has been his pursuit since childhood.

Sensing the change in Tom's heart, Lockhart nodded slightly.

Tom Riddle couldn't escape his grasp.

"Tom, everything goes according to plan."

Buzz!

"Professor Lockhart, don't worry, everything will be to your satisfaction."

In front of the portal leading to the outside world, Tom Riddle said to Lockhart in a deep voice.

Then he took the wand in his hand and turned around to leave.

Seeing this, Lockhart didn't say anything, waved his hand gently, and canceled the portal.

Silence returned to the underground palace again.

"Little snake, follow me." Lockhart waved gently to the monster watcher beside him, and then walked towards the wall deep in the palace.

hiss! hiss! hiss! (I command you, open.)

Filled with darkness, an evil and mysterious tone sounded.

With a few clicks, the wall suddenly opened, revealing a dark passage.

Lockhart didn't hesitate at all, and skillfully fired a ball of light, illuminating the road ahead.

Then he took the basilisk and walked deeper.

tread! tread! tread!

Huh!

Are there people again?

Hearing the footsteps coming from the passage and the familiar breath of life, the Slytherin portrait quietly woke up.

"Lockhart, we meet again."

Slytherin's voice was still low, even tinged with a hint of coldness like a poisonous snake.

"What's going on this time?"

"Mr. Slytherin, I have some good news to share with you this time." Lockhart said gently: "Currently, I have mastered a resurrection magic."

"It can help ghostly beings like you regain their lives."

"You can have a body, taste food, and even think and create new magic."

"Oh?" Slytherin's tone was full of disbelief and he said perfunctorily: "If that's the case, then Lockhart you are indeed very powerful."

Lockhart certainly knew Slytherin's disbelief.

After all, ghosts have remained the same for thousands of years.

Who would believe it if he suddenly spoke?

then

Lockhart waved his wand, and a silvery ball of information slowly flew towards Slytherin's portrait.

Slytherin's floral fragrance didn't reject it at all, it was swallowed up directly.

and then immediately

A series of information appeared in my mind.

An introduction to 5 different soul reforging secrets, plus the record of the entire process of Voldemort's resurrection.

"Lockhart, what do you want?" the Slytherin portrait said calmly, but Lockhart seemed to be able to clearly sense the excitement behind him.

So he smiled and said word for word: "What I want to get is actually not much."

"I resurrect you and you work for me for at least 50 years."

"During this period, I guarantee that you will receive resources commensurate with your status, or even more."

"Moreover, I can give you a longer life and contact with deeper and more powerful mages."

"Even gods!"