Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 427 Grindelwald's lecture, Voldemort's announcement

United States, Ilvermorny, second grade classroom.

The faint sunlight, through the glass, sprinkled in the classroom.

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

Grindelwald turned into Principal Camus, standing on the podium, looking kindly at the students below.

"Cough! Cough! It's time for class."

Grindelwald, standing on the podium, coughed lightly, reminding the little necromancers below.

Students instinctively feel a little intimidated by their teachers, let alone the principal.

Almost when they were coughing lightly, all the little necromancers fell silent.

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

"This class is the 3rd meditation class."

"I don't know how much you have mastered the content of the previous two courses?"

Hearing the principal's question, several young necromancers with immature faces raised their hands excitedly.

"Saidar, tell me." Grindelwald said without hesitation, calling names.

A little necromancer with a handsome face and wearing a black green necromancer robe stood up, and said loudly with some excitement: "Principal, in the first class, you said that meditation is the key to open a new era of necromancer."

"In the future, only necromancers who master meditation techniques can become top necromancers."

"Also, the principal explained to us the precautions of meditation."

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

"When we practice meditation, the more likely problem is distracting thoughts, and the solution."

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

This made Grindelwald nod slightly.

As expected, Saidar is a good seed he has seen. He has great potential in meditation, and he may be a good helper or researcher in the future.

"Sedar is very good, and the Longhorn Water Snake Academy will add 10 points."

After Sedar finished speaking, Grindelwald encouraged unceremoniously.

Later, several little necromancers appeared to add a few points, and Grindelwald naturally would not be stingy with points.

"The little necromancers just now answered very well."

"Then today's meditation class, I will formally teach everyone how to meditate."

With that said, Grindelwald took out his wand.

Slide slightly in mid-air, outline.

Soon, several rune patterns of different colors appeared in front of many little necromancers.

There is a red flame entwined with flames, a light blue that exudes deep coldness, and a light green that exudes a breath of life

"As I told you before, the method of meditation was originally created by Gilderoy Lockhart."

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

"He opened a new door for us necromancer 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, probably because Lockhart is not very old, he doesn't have a lot of knowledge."

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

"In the future, more necromancers are needed to participate in it to be further improved."

"So, in the future necromancer era, you are all an indispensable part."

At the end, Grindelwald's voice became a little impassioned, and the little necromancers were seduced and excited.

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

"Some results have been obtained."

Having said that, 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 nature, and necromancers have different constitutions, and some constitutions have a better tendency for meditation methods."

Saying this, Grindelwald pointed to the rune pattern wrapped in flames.

"This is the Red Flame Meditation method that I have researched. After meditation, it will be easier to learn and master the flame-type spells."

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

"The Frost Meditation on the side, the Life Meditation, etc. all have similar effects."

Grindelwald explained in a flat voice.

And the little necromancers below stared wide-eyed, very surprised.

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

"So, next, I need to detect everyone's Constitution, 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, I started to investigate the Constitution of the little necromancers.

Find the first master for the meditation methods that I initially created.

Well, a perfect meditation method requires trial and error.

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, exquisite jade carvings, and historical antiques.

They are scattered and intertwined, which seems to highlight the status of the Malfoy family as a pure-blood family.

But at this moment, the hall that originally revealed an elegant temperament has become serious, and even faintly revealed evil.

I saw a large number of black necromancers in different clothes, but all exuding a fierce atmosphere, gathered together, keeping

And in front of many black necromancers, a necromancer with an unusually handsome face glanced at everyone with a calm expression.

Some of them bowed their heads slightly, their eyes full of respect.

Yes, the eyes are full of fanaticism, as if worshiping gods.

What's more, the unstoppable fear in his eyes lowered his head for fear of being discovered.

Tom Riddle at the moment, or Voldemort.

Looking at the death eaters, black necromancers, and some pure-blood nobles on the opposite side.

Assessing the power in his mind, he 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 scanned the crowd and spoke word by word.

"However, after returning, I have to say, I am very disappointed."

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

Immediately after

"who are we?"

Facing Voldemort's questioning, the necromancers did not answer immediately.

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

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

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

Hearing this, the faces of the necromancers couldn't help showing a trace of yearning.

Voldemort was talking about the ancient necromancer they had read about in history books.

"Although there was a secrecy law later, we are still necromancers, and we have the most powerful force."

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

"What do you think?"

Voldemort asked everyone in a cold voice.

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

"Master Hail, the strong should control everything."

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The fanatical Death Eater praised vigorously, or rather, he thought so too.

And the black necromancer at the side nodded when he heard it, agreeing very much.

Their strength is much stronger than ordinary necromancers.

They should stand in the sun openly, instead of sneaking around, and even being caught in Azkaban.

As for the pure-blood family, they didn't make any statement.

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

It's just them.

In other words, they will never be able to find their position if they are not forced.

At this moment, Voldemort, aware of everyone's thoughts, smiled faintly on his face, and then continued to speak.

"In the current necromancer 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 their lives and dare not make a move."

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

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

Hearing Voldemort's bewitching announcement, Death Eaters, black necromancers, and pure-blood families showed excitement on their faces.

Because they thought carefully and found that what the Dark Lord said was not wrong.

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

As for Lockhart.

Sorry, Death Eaters and this group of black necromancers who just escaped from Azkaban, have no idea that Lockhart and Grindelwald ever fought to a draw.

And the pure-blooded family who knew about it was not so closed-eyed, and now they opened their mouths to dispel everyone's interest.

What's more, they generally believed that the Dark Lord was stronger than Grindelwald.

After all, the other party is old and has been imprisoned for an unknown number of years.

In such a comparison, the Dark Lord is stronger than Lockhart.

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

The black necromancer beside him also had a look of expectation on his face.

Seeing everyone's state, Voldemort stretched out his hand and pressed down. Seeing everyone calm down, he said coldly.

"Now, the most important thing."

"To announce to the necromancer world my return of Voldemort."

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Standing in front of the window, Dumbledore sighed softly, looking at the crooked moon in the distance.

It's really troublesome now.

Grindelwald occupies Ilvermorny in America.

Tom has been resurrected, and I don't know when he will start to make trouble again.

Even Lockhart had to leave Hogwarts to start a new school.

One after another, out of control, Dumbledore felt extra powerless.

He's old, he might be really old.

Not as energetic as when I was young.

Dumbledore gave a wry smile, then withdrew his distracting thoughts and continued to think about the next arrangement.

At the moment

boom!

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

"Snape, here you come."

Dumbledore, who had a perception in the room early, greeted him directly.

After speaking, he returned to his desk and waved his wand slightly. Two teacups were served in front of them.

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

Seeing this, Snape did not take the teacup, but watched Dumbledore quietly, as if waiting for the other party to speak.

Sure enough, Dumbledore asked, "Snape, how is the mark on your hand?"

"Has he called you specifically recently?"

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

"But I made excuses to perfunctory."

Hearing this, Dumbledore didn't raise his head, and asked curiously, "Snape, what excuse are you looking for?"

"Are you sure the Dark Lord trusts you?"

Regarding this, Snape said indifferently: "I sent a message to the Dark Lord that I am studying meditation with you."

"The Dark Lord also has ideas about meditation, and he specifically reminded me to bring him the results of reasonable research."

Hearing this, Dumbledore fell silent.

Meditation idea.

Meditation again.

Grindelwald talks about teaching meditation to all necromancer students.

Voldemort also asked to see the meditation method.

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

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

"Snape, this is part of the meditation experience that Lockhart and I have studied." Dumbledore said: "You find a chance to pass it on to the Dark Lord."

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

From what he knew about Tom, he would definitely want to make a big move to show his existence.

But Snape did not refuse, nodded, and took over the experience.

Malfoy Manor, study.

Tom Riddle was sitting at the desk, quickly flipping through the magic books in front of him, as if he was looking for something?

One, two, three.

I don't know how many books have been read, maybe all the magic books inherited by the Malfoy family have been read.

But Tom still didn't seem to find what he was looking for.

Can't help but look a little gloomy.

It's not too late to cut off the contract and cut up the soul.

Can't be found by Lockhart yet.

You only get one chance.

If he missed it, then he might never find a chance to escape again.

At the moment

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Bella, come in." Tom's spirit was swept away, and he knew that the person who knocked on the door was his loyal Bellatrix.

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

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

"Say he has completed the task you gave him."

"Do you want to see him now?"

Snape, Tom narrowed his eyes, and there was a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

But he still nodded and said, "Call him in."

Soon, Snape entered the study wearing a black robe, looking 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, to put it bluntly, it was his dog.

result now

Thinking of Lockhart, Voldemort suppressed the anger in his heart, and said calmly, "Bella, you go back, I still have something to tell Snape."

Bella nodded slightly after hearing this, then turned and left, and closed the door carefully.

The entire study room was left empty for Snape and Tom Riddle.

hum!

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

"Tell me, what is Lockhart looking for you for?"

Tom Riddle said indifferently.

And Snape was silent for a while, 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 inquire about your next move."

(end of this chapter)