Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 420 Slytherin, I want you to work for me for 50 years (two in one)

Hogwarts, the infirmary.

"How are you feeling now, Harry?"

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

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

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

"Yes, just now you were on the bed, covering your head and rolling around, and your voice was painful."

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Ron on the side and a few necromancers in the same dormitory 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."

"Let's go back to the dormitory and rest. I'll take care of Harry. He needs a quiet rest now."

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

At this moment, Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor of Hogwarts, said softly to Harry, "Harry, it seems that your soul has been affected to some extent."

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

"Sleep well, tomorrow"

Madam Pomfrey hadn't finished speaking when Harry heard hurried footsteps.

tread! tread! tread!

"Ma'am, what's the matter with Harry?" Professor McGonagall's serious voice sounded.

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

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

"It seems that Mr. Potter is fine." Recalling Snape's familiar sarcasm, Harry couldn't help but froze.

When Dumbledore heard it, he stepped forward, stroked Harry's forehead, glanced at the lightning scar, his blue eyes fixed on Harry's emerald green pupils, and there was a glimmer of light.

Ingest The God's Telekinesis!

"Harry, I already know the situation."

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Dumbledore's tone was soft, but he revealed a magical power that cannot be expressed in words, directly ditching Harry's memory back to the moment when he had a headache not long ago.

tear! pain! Indescribable!

It was as if one's own soul had been cut open, then reassembled and crushed.

And the heart has been severely dug out. The indescribable lack makes people feel empty from the bottom of their hearts.

It even made him feel crazy.

Indistinctly, Liu Dao Mo Green's phantom appeared in his eyes, as if there were pendants, gold cups and so on.

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

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

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

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

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

Voldemort, the second generation of the Dark Lord, has reappeared and made big moves.

Most likely.

resurrection!

But at this moment, Harry recalled that moment again in his mind, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

"Peace of mind!"

Dumbledore, who noticed Harry's abnormality, quickly cast a calming spell.

At the same time, Madam Pomfrey's expression was not good, and she glanced at Dumbledore.

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

"Harry needs to rest now." Madam Pomfrey said in a bad tone, "We'll talk about something tomorrow."

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

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

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

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

Principal room.

Snape followed Dumbledore into the headmaster's office.

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

A little puzzled, he asked the old man sitting in front of him: "Albus, what can I do for you?"

"Could it be that something irreparable has happened to Harry's body?"

Dumbledore stared at the slightly gloomy Head Slytherin in front of him, and did not answer directly, but asked in a low voice: "Severus, is there anything unusual about the brand on your arm?"

Hearing this, Snape froze for a moment.

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

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

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

Naturally it has been preserved in the present.

"Nothing unusual." Snape shook his head and said, "What's the matter? What happened to the Dark Lord?"

How concerned Dumbledore was with the Dark Lord, Snape knew all too well.

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

"You guessed right." Dumbledore nodded and said, "I got some information from Harry's memory just now."

"The Dark Lord, it is very likely that he has been resurrected."

"So, remember to tell me about any recent changes." Dumbledore reminded: "Including the side of the pure-blood family."

Snape nodded gravely.

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

Although he has entered the new world and his strength has increased a lot, he is definitely not an opponent.

It seems that the matter of taking blood medicine should be put on the agenda.

Snape thought silently.

And Dumbledore had a rare hesitation on his face, as if he didn't know whether to say or not to say the next thing.

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

And then, a scene that puzzled Dumbledore appeared.

There was a hint of surprise on Snape's face when he heard it, and then he returned to calmness.

"What's the deal with Harry? Albus, what do I need?"

Snape's complicated feelings for Lily and James poured into Harry.

Dumbledore knew this very well.

Logically speaking, when Harry had problems, especially with the Dark Lord, Snape's reaction shouldn't have been so weak.

Thoughts came to Dumbledore's mind, but he didn't think too much about it because of his trust all the time.

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

"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 run deeper than he imagined.

Otherwise, it is impossible for Tom's change to affect Harry.

Especially the 6 somewhat familiar phantoms of ink green that emerged from the depths of Harry's previous memory.

He had to make a terrible guess in his heart.

"Okay, I'll teach him." Snape said bluntly.

Now he has a way to save Lily.

Harry's status in his heart was not so high.

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

The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the Underground Palace.

"Lockhart, the Dark Lord is very likely to be resurrected. This is what Dumbledore just told me."

Lockhart stared at the handsome young man in front of him, thinking of the news that Snape had just sent through the magic brand, he couldn't help feeling strange.

He hadn't told Snape all of his plans.

For example about Voldemort in his hands, which was never mentioned to Snape.

But now it seems that it is not enough to say nothing.

Later, Snape's cooperation was needed.

So, the information was passed to Snape again through the magic imprint.

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

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

Can't help but tremble in my heart.

Although the shape of Lockhart's bones was weird just now.

But immediately after, the other party seemed to turn his soul upside down, and almost destroyed his soul, lingering with the breath of death, which was deeply engraved in his heart.

It made him terrified, and his 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 you, in this battle of soul orthodoxy, must be the ultimate victor."

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

At the end of the words, a fierce breath rushed over.

The resurrection with Lockhart's help was very different from the resurrection he had expected.

One of the most obvious features.

It is that he still maintains a clear sense, and his self-will is mainly based on his fifth grade.

Rather than focusing on his peak or before his death.

He was cut and born from the original soul, so there was such a big commotion in the previous links.

In other words, the other one will be resurrected.

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

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

If the two confront each other, if there is no external help, it is very likely to be at a disadvantage.

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

Become a more perfect him.

Therefore, the two will only die endlessly.

This is the restriction that Lockhart gave him, and it is another layer of threat.

"Soul battle, remember to make good use of the fire I left you." Lockhart reminded again, or threatened.

He was not at ease with Tom Riddle.

After all, he is the second generation Dark Lord, so how dare he use it if he doesn't have enough means?

seems to know. What Lockhart meant, Tom nodded quietly, and the moment he lowered his head, resentment flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Lockhart's dust removal wand.

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

"This is the light of life, please keep it away." Lockhart comforted: "It can further stabilize your soul and prolong your lifespan."

A slap in the face, and a sweet date.

This method, although vulgar, is still very useful.

"Don't worry, Tom, follow me, what you get will far exceed your imagination."

"Eternal life, a higher realm, and even becoming a god, as long as you work hard, you can do it."

After the words fell, some pictures appeared in Tom's mind.

There's Lockhart's encounter with Dragonbone in the Marvel universe, and his battle with the dark god Dormammu.

There is also the invasion of Kamar-Taj.

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

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

Then, the heart began to become hot.

Strong strength, eternal life.

This is his pursuit that has not changed since he was a child.

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

Tom Riddle, couldn't escape him.

"Tom, from now on, everything is going according to plan."

hum!

"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, holding the wand in his hand, he turned and left.

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

The underground palace was once again silent.

"Little snake, come with me." Lockhart waved lightly to the guard beside him, and then walked towards the wall deep in the palace.

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

Filled with darkness, evil and mysterious tones sounded.

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

Lockhart didn't have any hesitation, and shot a ball of light very skillfully, illuminating the road ahead.

Then walk deep with the basilisk.

tread! tread! tread!

Huh!

Is there someone again?

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

"Lockhart, we meet again."

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

"This time, what's the matter?"

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

"It can help ghosts like you to regain their lives."

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

"Oh?" Slater Lin Yu was full of disbelief, and said perfunctorily, "If that's the case, then Lockhart, you are indeed very powerful."

Of course Lockhart knew of Slytherin's unbelief.

After all, Ghost has been like this for thousands of years.

Who would believe it if he spoke suddenly?

then

Lockhart waved his wand, and a silver White ball of information flew slowly towards the portrait of Slytherin.

Slytherin Flower Fragrance didn't reject it at all, and swallowed it directly.

then followed by

A series of information appeared in the mind.

The introduction of 5 different soul recasting secrets, plus the record of the whole process of Voldemort's resurrection just now.

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

So he smiled and said word by word: "What I want is actually not too much."

"I resurrect you, you have worked for me for at least 50 years."

"During the period, I guarantee that you will get the resources that match your status, or even more."

"Also, I can give you a longer life and access to a deeper and more powerful Mage."

"Even. Gods!"

(end of this chapter)