Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 294 Dumbledore: Order Above All (Two in One)

"Snape, how are the students in Slytherin?"

Dumbledore walked slowly in the corridor while asking Snape beside him.

"Albus, it's okay, they know the rules very well, and there are very few idiots." Snape said flatly.

Hearing Snape's answer, Dumbledore smiled and said nothing more.

Originally, he planned to ease Snape's inner coldness and grief through his students.

It turned out that the effect was relatively mediocre, and Snape's grief was hidden deeper.

However, the position of dean has been done well, so there is no change.

"How is Harry?" Dumbledore asked again.

Mentioning Harry, Snape's eyes flickered softly, but he quickly returned to normal, indifferently, and said briefly: "As usual, no change."

Then, without waiting for Dumbledore to ask another question, he asked directly: "Albus, what have you learned about the mysterious man?"

Regarding Snape's question, Dumbledore shook his head lightly and sighed: "I haven't found much critical information yet."

"More time is needed."

"What do you need me to do then?" Snape asked again.

He knew very well that there was definitely a reason for Dumbledore to find him.

However, Dumbledore didn't answer Snape's question directly. Instead, they walked a few steps forward, and the two of them walked to the end of the corridor, where there was only one large window on the side wall.

Dumbledore walked to the window, leaned against the window sill, and looked into the distance.

And Snape on the side. I also walked aside, looking at the blue sky outside the window, a green forbidden forest in the distance, and some small necromancers on the ground lawn.

"Snape, now that I'm a little older, I find that making some decisions is not as decisive as when I was young, and I think a little too much." Dumbledore said with some emotion.

"By the way, is there anything unusual on Lockhart's side?"

"There's nothing unusual about it." Snape thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said, "However, he's been a little concerned about the mysterious man's tracks recently, and he asked me about it before."

Hearing this, Dumbledore nodded to express his understanding.

It is very likely that Lockhart had the idea of ​​exploring because of the incident between Harry and Quirrell last year.

With his character, it's quite normal.

"Snape, there is something I would like to hear your suggestion." Dumbledore said gently: "Lockhart mentioned to me before that he wanted to apply for a first-class honor in the Order of Merlin through meditation." Or a second-class medal."

"How do you feel?"

Hearing Dumbledore, asking himself for advice about Lockhart.

Snape took a deep look at Dumbledore, and said slowly, "Albus, since you came to me for advice, I believe you should have an answer in your heart."

"I won't say much, just do what you think."

Did he know how determined Dumbledore was.

A few words have no effect on the matter he has decided, and now he is asking himself a question, just wanting to get affirmation from his own mouth.

Hearing Snape's reply, Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Regarding this matter, based on his experience, Lockhart should be steady and not be too anxious.

Now that originally is in the limelight, there is another commendation from the Order of Merlin.

The fire is too hot, and it is easy to burn yourself.

Don't be in a hurry to do things. If you are too hasty, it will be easy for the pure-blooded family to find a loophole.

It's better to wait for time to ferment slowly. When the effect of meditation really appears, at that time, a first-class Medal of the Order of Merlin will be at your fingertips.

At the moment, suddenly.

"Albus, how far are you willing to go to deal with the You-Know-Who?"

Dumbledore heard Snape asking him a question, thought for a while, and said softly: "Order is more important than everything."

"I will not allow another bloodbath to befall the necromancer world."

"Even if it costs my life."

Night, Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Pub.

The bar at night is particularly lively. It may be that you are tired from work all day and want to vent your pressure.

Or, there are generally fewer entertainment activities at night, so getting together with friends, chatting and drinking can be regarded as a business choice.

The moonlight outside the bar shone on the street, but it still looked a little dim.

The interior of the bar is extremely bright, and a large number of necromancers are sitting together, drinking heavily.

"I'm not boasting. Back then, when I was young, I fought off two Death Eaters by myself. If it wasn't for the support of the other party, maybe I would have captured them directly."

"Haha, Willie, you've mentioned this a hundred times, come on, have a drink."

"Yes, drink"

"If you don't get drunk today, you won't go home. I'll have three drinks first. Just think about it. You can do whatever you want."

Gudoo! Gudoo!

On a wine table on the left side of the bar, a middle-aged necromancer drank three glasses in a row, blushing slightly, turned the glass down at everyone, indicating that he had finished drinking all of it.

"As expected of Wine Willie, among all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, I'm afraid Moody can't compare to you in terms of drinking capacity."

"Haha, Moody, I don't like to drink with him. Every time I drink, even every glass of wine, he has to cast a spell to check whether there is any poison, and at the same time, from time to time, he will shout out one of his catchphrases-always be vigilant! "

"Drinking with him is really boring."

"Ah, don't talk about Moody, spoil the fun, drink, drink."

The necromancer on the side raised his wine glass and said loudly.

Gudoo! Gudoo!

Everyone drank a few more cups and chatted slowly.

"Have you tried that meditation method? How does it work?"

"Bringing up this idea of ​​meditation, I have to talk to you about Lockhart. We were students in the same class back then. Although I was in Gryffindor and he was in Raven Claw, the relationship between them is quite good. of."

Willie began to blow again: "For this meditation method, I must support my old classmate Lockhart."

"It didn't take long for my friend's child to be checked out. It was a squib. I was desperate."

"Later, I turned over by means of meditation. It's a good thing, it is indeed a good thing."

"Come, have a toast to my old classmate Lockhart."

The necromancer on the side looked at each other, and smiled, not to pierce Willy's cowhide.

He directly picked up the wine glass and said, "Come on, have a drink."

Drinking, just to have fun.

After drinking, as soon as you fall down, all the troubles and stress before are forgotten.

The most important thing is to be happy.

Gudoo!

"Willie, have you heard from the Ministry of Magic about Lockhart?"

"Well, I heard that Minister Fudge wanted to commend Lockhart, but I don't know if it's true or not. The pure-blood family seems to have said something, and let it go."

"Yeah?"

"It shouldn't be fake"

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Ian, who was sitting not far away, heard the praise of his mentor in his ear, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes.

As one of the most valued students of his mentor, he is naturally proud.

But when he heard some bad words about his mentor, or about the pure-blood family, there was also a glint of gloom in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

What the instructor said is not wrong, whether it is a Squib who wants to become a necromancer, or wants to promote a new magic system, the pure blood family is the biggest obstacle.

But Ian didn't think too deeply, because

"Ian, congratulations on becoming a necromancer."

His former boss, Aberforth Dumbledore, came over with two glasses of Flame Whiskey, sat at his table, and said with a smile, "It seems that you are lucky. You are very suitable for this fellow Lockhart to study of meditation."

"Come on, Ian, have a taste of my fire whiskey, I'll treat you today."

Hearing the boss's familiar voice, Ian showed a grateful smile on his face, and said quickly: "Thank you boss, Flame Whiskey, this is your specialty, you must try it."

"These years, thank you for your care, otherwise my life would only be dark."

As he spoke, Ian reached out and took out a Black gift box, and pushed it in front of Aberforth.

He is very grateful to Aberforth, and very grateful to have met him at the lowest point of his life.

Otherwise, the current Ian might just be a beggar on the street, or even a corpse.

And Aberforth, after seeing the Black gift box in front of him, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, you kid, it's enough to know that you have this kind of heart. Don't say so many words of thanks, I don't like to hear them, and we are not outsiders."

"As for gifts, you are in the initial stage now, so don't spend too much money. You must know that after becoming a necromancer, the cost will not be small."

"Boss, please take it, it's not expensive, it's just a bottle of magic recovery potion."

Seeing that his boss seemed to want to refuse, Ian said quickly.

Listen to Ian's introduction. Aberforth accepted it.

Looking at Ian on the opposite side, Aberforth asked with concern: "Ian, it seems that you are much more confident than before."

"How was your life this month? How did you become a necromancer?"

The perceptive Aberforth could easily see the change in Ian's mental state.

Ian used to be a bit gloomy because of the death of his parents, but now Ian is full of energy.

Probably stemming from being a necromancer, this is really exciting news.

Hearing the curiosity in Aberforth's words, Ian smiled, and then said slowly: "Boss, I'm living a pretty good life, and I found a very suitable job."

"As for becoming a necromancer, didn't you hear that Professor Lockhart has developed a meditation method that can make a squib a necromancer?"

"At that time, I participated in the selection process. Although I was not selected as a research assistant, Professor Lockhart was very friendly. I wrote to him for advice on meditation. He was not stingy, told me directly, and shared some cultivation methods. Precautions."

"As for me, the ability to meditate should be pretty good, and I'll get used to it soon, so now I'm also a necromancer."

Ian briefly introduced his fabricated experience, but Aberforth nodded without any doubts and said, "It seems that Lockhart is not bad, he is worthy of being a professor at Hogwarts."

"Yes, Professor Lockhart is a good man."

Hearing that Aberforth praised his mentor, a smile appeared on his face, and he said in agreement.

"Come on, Ian, don't just chat, try the Fire Whiskey."

As he said that, Aberforth raised the Flame Whiskey in front of him, and Ian quickly raised it up and touched it lightly.

After taking a sip of Flame Whiskey, feeling the bursting sensation of the liquid in his mouth, Ian opened his mouth slightly, spit out a hot wave, and showed a refreshing expression on his face.

Seeing this, Aberforth also had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then asked.

"Let's talk, you kid came to the Pig's Head Bar today, probably not just to thank me, is there anything else?"

After hearing this, Ian smiled, and quickly said flatteringly: "It seems that nothing can be hidden from the boss's eyes."

"I would like to ask you for some information this time. How much do you know about the Frank family among the pure-blood families?"

He came to the Pig's Head Bar today, on the one hand, to see Aberforth and express his gratitude.

On the other hand, it is revenge for his parents.

Having worked in the Pig's Head Bar for many years, he knew the nature of the Pig's Head Bar very well, and also knew how well-informed his boss Aberforth was.

And through some traces and clues, he has already identified the family of the murderer who hurt his parents.

That is the Frank family.

But who is the murderer, Ian still has no idea.

As for the Frank family, he also consulted his mentor Rohart, but he did not get much valuable information.

Therefore, you can only ask your boss for advice.

"Frank family." Hearing Ian's question, Aberforth muttered to himself, looking at Ian revealing some confusion.

He naturally knew what Ian wanted most these years?

But for a squib, even if the opponent has just become a necromancer.

The Frank family, to Ian, is simply a mountain. If you want to fight against it, or even kill an adult necromancer from a pure-blood family, you are simply blocking the car. To put it bluntly, you are courting death.

"Yes, boss, you must know something, can you tell me about it?" Ian said with a very earnest expression.

And Aberforth, seeing Ian's pleading expression, sighed inwardly, thought for a while, and spoke slowly.

"Ian, I can tell you something about the Frank family."

"But you have just become a necromancer, and your ability is not bad, so don't go astray."

"Everything will be discussed after the strength is strong."

Hearing Aberforth's obvious words of persuasion, Ian nodded slightly to express his understanding, and then fixed his eyes tightly, which were full of expectation.

Seeing this, Aberforth was silent for a while, as if trying to organize his words, before he said: "The Frank family, as one of the pure-blood families, even though it has declined in recent years, its strength is still not to be underestimated."

"Not only is he a member of the Hogwarts school board, he has a strong influence in the Ministry of Magic, and even someone in his family has followed the mysterious man."

"Frank's main business is mainly in the field of magical creatures. He has a lot of breeding farms in his hands. He even breeds Dragons, including Hungarian Horntail, Norwegian Ridgeback and so on."

"You have to be clear that the necromancer's combat effectiveness will definitely not be weak if you can breed these highly dangerous magical animals."

"Their most famous force is Auror Bart Frank."

Hearing this, Ian's expression began to change, and his fists began to clenched tightly.

His parents have some research in the field of magical animals.

It is very likely that what the other party wanted from his parents led to the death of his parents.

As for Aberforth, seeing the change in Ian's expression, he did not comfort him, but repeatedly emphasized how powerful the Frank family is now, reminding Ian that he should not be head-on now.

After a while, Aberforth gave an introduction and then stopped.

And Ian was silent for a moment, and said gratefully to Aberforth: "Boss, thank you, don't worry, I understand what you mean."

Aberforth looked at Ian and sighed inwardly, he still didn't know the character of this kid.

If you don't hit the south wall, or even hit the south wall, you won't look back.

To be honest, he didn't like these pure blood families either.

But unless his big brother Dumbledore took action, he would not be able to deal with these pure-blood families. These people were too difficult to deal with, and their influence was also very strong.

Even the relationship between the pure blood family and the pure family is very close, and marriages and the like are not uncommon.

If you hit one back, a bunch of other families may be involved.

As his thoughts turned, Abufu stopped thinking about these distressing things.

Taking a sip of Flame Whiskey, he looked at Ian and asked softly, "Ian, what kind of job are you looking for? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Regarding this, Ian's eyes lit up, and he said, "Boss, my current job is actually related to meditation."

"Because I personally still have some experience in practicing meditation. In addition, I was also a mia cannon before, and I know the pain in the cannon."

"So I'm now helping more Squibs practice meditation and become necromancers, from which I'll charge some tuition."

"Boss, if you know a mixed-race necromancer family, there are people who are interested in meditation, or there are squibs in the family who want to learn meditation."

"You can recommend it to me!"

(end of this chapter)