Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Second grade classroom, Ilvermorny, USA.

The faint sunlight shines through the glass into the classroom.

The little wizards were discussing quietly in the classroom, and the whole classroom was filled with a free and relaxed atmosphere.

Grindelwald transformed into Principal Camus and stood on the podium, looking at the students below with a kind expression.

"Cough! Cough! It's class."

Standing on the podium, Grindelwald coughed slightly to remind the little wizards below.

Students instinctively have a little fear of teachers, let alone the principal.

Almost as soon as they coughed, all the little wizards fell silent.

As for Grindelwald, looking at the well-behaved little wizards, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"This class is the third meditation class."

"I wonder how much you have mastered the content taught in the previous two classes?"

After hearing the principal's question, several young wizards with immature faces raised their hands excitedly.

"Sadar, tell me." Grindelwald said without hesitation.

A young wizard with a delicate face and wearing a dark green wizard's robe stood up and said loudly and excitedly: "Principal, in the first class, you said that meditation is the key to a new era of wizards."

"In the future, only wizards who master the meditation method can become top wizards."

"Also, Principal You explained to us the precautions for meditation."

"For example, how to eliminate distracting thoughts, how to feel the magic of heaven and earth, etc."

"When we practice meditation, the most common problem we encounter is distracting thoughts, but there is no solution."

Sedar briefly summarized it, and then explained it in detail one by one.

This made Grindelwald nod slightly.

Sedar is indeed the good prospect he has chosen. He has great potential in the field of meditation. He may be a good helper or researcher in the future.

"Sedar said it very well, 10 points for the Horned Water Snake Academy."

After Sedar finished speaking, Grindelwald encouraged him unceremoniously.

Later, several young wizards appeared to add a few points, and Grindelwald naturally did not skimp on points.

"The little wizards just now gave very good answers."

"So in today's meditation class, I will officially teach you the meditation method."

After the words fell, Grindelwald took out his wand.

Sliding slightly in mid-air, sketching.

Soon, several rune patterns of different colors appeared in front of many young wizards.

There are red flames entwined with flames, light blue exuding deep coldness, and light green with the breath of life.

"I told you before that the meditation method was originally created by Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Here, I must admit Lockhart's genius of thinking."

"He opened a new door for us wizards and explored a bright path."

Grindelwald commented affirmatively, and then his tone changed and his voice began to rise slightly, with a hint of regret.

"However, maybe because Lockhart is not very old, he does not have a lot of knowledge."

"The meditation method he published is still at a very basic stage."

"In the future, more wizards will need to participate in it to further improve it."

"So, you will all be an indispensable part of the future wizard era."

At the end of the sentence, Grindelwald's voice began to become a little impassioned, and the little wizards were all tempted and excited.

"Based on the information released by Lockhart, I have conducted in-depth research on meditation methods."

"Getting some results."

Having said this, Grindelwald took out his wand and pointed at the various rune patterns floating above.

"I found that meditation methods can be divided into different types according to their properties, and wizards have different physiques. With some constitutions, you have a better tendency towards meditation methods."

As he spoke, Grindelwald stretched out his hand and pointed to the rune pattern entwined with flames.

"This is the red flame meditation method that I have researched. After meditation, it will be easier to master and become proficient in flame-type spells."

"And the nature of the magic power in the body will be biased towards flames, becoming more explosive."

"The frost meditation method, life meditation method, etc. on the side all have similar effects."

Grindelwald explained in a calm voice.

The little wizards below opened their eyes wide and were very surprised.

"As I said before, different people have different constitutions and different meditation methods."

"So, next, I need to test everyone's physique, and then teach everyone to practice the corresponding meditation method."

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Then Grindelwald begins. Slowly explain the differences between meditation methods.

At the same time, he began to explore the physiques of the little wizards.

He found his first master for the meditation methods he initially created.

Well, a perfect meditation method requires repeated experiments.

After all, good things are hard to come by.

Malfoy Manor at night.

In the spacious and bright hall, exquisite works of art are placed everywhere.

Artistic portraits, exquisitely carved jade, and antiques full of history.

The scattered and mixed appearance seems to highlight the status of the Malfoy family as a pure-blood family.

But at this moment, the hall, which originally revealed an elegant temperament, became serious and even vaguely evil.

I saw a large number of dark wizards wearing different clothes, but all exuding a fierce aura, gathering together to maintain

In front of many dark wizards, a wizard with an unusually handsome face glanced at everyone with a calm expression.

Some of them lowered their heads, their eyes full of respect.

Some of them have eyes full of fanaticism, as if they are worshiping gods.

Others, with unstoppable fear in their eyes, lowered their heads for fear of being discovered.

Tom Riddle at this moment, or Voldemort.

Looking at the Death Eaters, dark wizards, and some pure-blood nobles across the way.

He estimated the power in his mind, and couldn't help but feel a flash of satisfaction in his heart.

But there was still no expression on his face.

"Everyone, I'm back!"

Voldemort glanced at everyone and spoke word by word.

"However, after I came back, I have to say that I was disappointed."

Hearing Voldemort's somewhat dissatisfied voice, the originally quiet wizards buzzed and seemed a little confused.

Immediately afterwards

"who are we?"

Faced with Voldemort's question, the wizards did not answer immediately.

Voldemort asked and answered himself: "We are wizards, noble wizards."

"In the past, Muggles regarded us as gods, and many races were our slaves."

“We create life, play with rules, and even pursue eternity.”

Hearing this, the wizards couldn't help but reveal a trace of longing on their faces.

What Voldemort was talking about was the ancient wizards they saw in the history books.

"Although the Secrecy Law was introduced later, we are still wizards, and we have the most powerful power."

"So, we deserve the glory and status that belongs to the strong."

"What do you think?"

Voldemort asked everyone in a cold voice.

"Master is right, we have the power and deserve the corresponding status."

"Long live the master, the strong should be in control of everything."

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The fanatical Death Eater praised vigorously, or in other words, he also thought so.

When the dark wizard on the side heard this, he nodded in agreement.

Their strength is much stronger than ordinary wizards.

You should stand upright in the sun, instead of sneaking around and even getting caught in Azkaban.

As for the pure-blood family, they have not made any statement.

Years of fighting experience made it difficult for them to make a decision.

The grasshoppers are talking about them.

In other words, if they don't push hard, they will never be able to find their place.

At this moment, Voldemort noticed everyone's thoughts, smiled faintly, and then continued to speak.

"In the current wizarding world, there are only a handful of people who can be my enemy."

"Dumbledore is old, Grindelwald is far away in the United States, and the hidden old monsters are afraid of taking action for fear of their own lives."

"As for the so-called Ministry of Magic, the so-called Aurors can be destroyed with a wave of their hands."

"So, everyone, now is the best time for us."

Upon hearing Voldemort's bewildering announcement, the Death Eaters, dark wizards, and pure-blood families showed excited expressions on their faces.

Because they thought carefully and found that what the Dark Lord said was correct.

With the Dark Lord's strength, besides Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who else would be his opponent?

As for Lockhart.

Sorry, the Death Eaters and these dark wizards who had just escaped from Azkaban had no idea that Lockhart and Grindelwald had ever fought to a draw.

The pure-blood families who knew about it were not so disdainful, and now they opened their mouths to dispel everyone's interest.

What's more, they generally believe that the Dark Lord is more powerful than Grindelwald.

After all, the other party is old and has been imprisoned for who knows how many years.

In this comparison, the Dark Lord is more powerful than Lockhart.

"Master, what are we going to do now?" the Death Eaters shouted excitedly.

The dark wizard on the side also had a look of anticipation on his face.

Seeing everyone's state, Voldemort reached out and pressed down. Seeing everyone calm down, Voldemort said coldly.

"Now, the most important thing."

"To announce to the wizarding world that I, Voldemort, have returned."

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore stood in front of the window, looking at the crescent moon in the distance, and sighed softly.

It’s such a troubled time right now.

Grindelwald takes over Ilvermorny in America.

Tom has been resurrected and will start causing trouble again at some point.

Even Lockhart is leaving Hogwarts to open a new school.

One after another, they were out of control, making Dumbledore feel extremely powerless.

He is old, he may really be old.

Not as energetic as when I was young.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, then put away the distracting thoughts in his heart and continued to think about the next arrangement.

at this time

boom!

The stone statue outside the principal's office left, and a familiar figure stepped up the stairs and entered the principal's office.

"Snape, you're here."

Dumbledore, who sensed the interior of the room early, greeted directly.

After saying that, he returned to his desk and waved his wand slightly. Two teacup suits appeared in front of them.

At the same time, the faint fragrance of tea filled the principal.

Seeing this, Snape did not take the tea cup, but stared at Dumbledore quietly, as if waiting for the other party to speak.

Sure enough, Dumbledore asked: "Snape, how's the mark on your hand doing lately?"

"Has he specifically called you recently?"

Snape was not surprised by Dumbledore's question. He nodded slightly and said, "The Dark Lord has called me specifically recently."

"But I made excuses to deal with it."

Hearing this, Dumbledore hesitated and asked curiously: "Snape, what excuse are you looking for?"

"Are you sure the Dark Lord believes you?"

In response, Snape said calmly: "I sent a message to the Dark Lord saying that I am studying meditation with you."

"The Dark Lord also has ideas about meditation, and he specifically reminded me that I should bring him the results of reasonable research when the time comes."

Hearing this, Dumbledore fell silent.

Meditation method.

Meditation method again.

Grindelwald talks about teaching meditation to all wizard students.

Voldemort also asked to see the Meditation Method.

Not to mention Lockhart, he is the source of everything.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore pondered for a moment, reached out and took it out from his waist, and a light blue book appeared in his hand.

"Snape, this is part of the meditation method that Lockhart and I studied." Dumbledore said: "You can find an opportunity to pass it on to the Dark Lord."

"While gaining trust, try to find out what his next move will be?"

Based on his understanding of Tom, he would definitely want to make a big move to show his presence.

But Snape didn't refuse, nodded, and accepted his advice.

Malfoy Manor, study.

Tom Riddle was sitting at his desk, flipping through the magic books in front of him quickly, seeming to be looking for something?

One, two, three.

I don't know how many books I have flipped through, maybe all the Malfoy family's inherited magic books have been flipped through.

But Tom still didn't seem to find what he wanted.

He couldn't help but look a little gloomy.

Cut off the contract and cut off the soul without further delay.

Not yet discovered by Lockhart.

You only get one chance.

If he misses it, he may never find a chance to escape.

at this time

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Bella, come in." Tom regained consciousness and knew that the person knocking on the door was his die-hard Bellatrix.

Later, Bella came in and looked at her master Voldemort, her eyes full of fanaticism and obsession.

However, she quickly reacted and said in a deep voice: "Master, Snape is here."

"Said he completed the task you gave him."

"Do you want to see him now?"

Snape, Tom narrowed his eyes, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

But he still nodded and said: "Ask him to come in."

Soon, Snape, wearing a black robe, entered the study and looked at his former master with complicated eyes.

Tom saw Snape's eyes and his anger suddenly swelled.

Damn it, the other party was originally just one of his subordinates, or to put it mildly, just one of his dogs.

The result is now

When he thought of Lockhart, Voldemort suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly: "Bella, please go back. I still have something to tell Snape."

After hearing this, Bella nodded slightly, turned around and left, and closed the door carefully.

The entire study was occupied by Snape and Tom Riddle.

Buzz!

Voldemort waved his wand, and a barrier enveloped the study, blocking out all possible prying eyes.

"Tell me, what brings Lockhart to you?"

Tom Riddle said neither salty nor blandly.

Snape was silent for a moment, took out a light blue book, handed it over, and explained at the same time: "This time, Dumbledore asked me to come."

"Tell me to give you this meditation book."

"At the same time, find out your next move."