Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Master...Master...this is it..."

In the auditorium of a manor in Yorkshire, Voldemort sat upright in the main seat, listening to his subordinates' narrative, without any joy or anger in his expression.

"The murderer...is it sure...is Professor Hogwarts named Gu Yi?"

Voldemort was rubbing a black viper with white markings in his hand, tilting his head, and the madness and ferocity flashed from time to time in his eyes showed his inner uneasiness.

"No...yes, we used backtracking magic in Fairy Canyon, but because the traces there were burned by the fire, we could not fully detect what happened!

But what is certain is that the two strange wizards who appeared there at that time were indeed the Gu Yi and one of his students..."

"Student? Hogwarts'? What grade?"

Voldemort leaned back slightly, shook his head left and right, lifted the viper that had climbed onto his shoulders and asked casually.

The extremely casual tone was as relaxed and natural as if he was asking, "Did you eat?", but when the Death Eater heard this tone, his whole body trembled.

"Master...Master...is very small...probably...first grade...no...second grade is also possible..."

“Grade 1 and 2???”

Suddenly, Voldemort suddenly leaned forward, his scarlet eyes staring at the Death Eater who was reporting the situation. The other people present could not help but tremble in fear.

"You mean...we Death Eaters, resisting the professors who teach in a school, will have to pay more than two hundred people? And that professor is carrying a burden of first-grade?"

"No...no...master...he is...black...black magic defense class professor..."

"Yes...I know...the professor of Dark Magic Defense..."

Voldemort said, sending the viper in his hand to the long conference table, pulling open his stool, getting up and walking around the conference table.

“…He is a professor of Dark Magic Defense…”

While walking, he looked at the standing Death Eater carefully, as if this was his first time today.

"...So? He can kill us two hundred by himself...

No! Are there two hundred and eighty compatriots?”

As he said that, he came behind the trembling Death Eater, put his head next to the Death Eater's shoulder, tilted his head, and the bloody breath kept hitting the Death Eater's nerves.

"...No...Master...that's not me...not me..."

"I know...I know it's not you..."

Voldemort said, his eyes showing its fierce light, but in a flash, he was suppressed by his reason.

He stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, gently buckled the trembling Death Eater's head, and pressed him back to his seat bit by bit.

"...If it were you, you would never be able to stand before me alive, I promise!"

Voldemort's anger was almost unsuppressed, but he had to suppress it. Before defeating his biggest enemy, he could not ignore the feelings of his subordinates.

Everything he wants to do must be cheered by these fans!

Huh...bear...bear...bear...bear...wait until he completely controls the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore will be worth mentioning.

After getting rid of Dumbledore, he will be able to completely eliminate all hidden dangers for his own path to immortality and enjoy the fruits of immortality with peace of mind.

There is no way, Dumbledore's existence is like a fish bone, stuck in his throat. Dumbledore is immortal. Even if he has endless wealth, lifespan and power, his heart cannot be at ease!

The shadow Dumbledore brought to him was so big...

As for that ancient...

"...Import Lucius Malfoy to test the reality of the ancient one and try to win him over. We need a professor as an insider!

In addition, before taking full control of the Ministry of Magic, don’t provoke Hogwarts’ teachers and students at will, so as not to attract the attention of Albus Dumbledore!”

Voldemort said, and suddenly turned around, and the robe as loose as a cloak floated, bringing a bit of majestic momentum to the thin and slender Voldemort.

"By the way... the German forces must also be finalized as soon as possible, and don't worry too much about some small profits!

What we want is the future of the wizarding world! When the future is in our hands, how much do these small profits need and how much do you have!"

"Yes! Master!"

The Death Eaters stood up together, lowered their heads to agree, then stretched out their right hand, pulled open their sleeves, revealing the black demon mark on their wrists.

At the same time, Voldemort, who was standing next to the main position, slowly raised his right hand, revealing the same black demon mark.

On the conference table, the black and white viper, with its front body raised high, shaking left and right, and stretched out a pair of poisonous fangs.

For a moment, the black demon marks and the poisonous snake shine together, and under the resonance of magic, it looks particularly hideous!

"Revival of the pure blood glory!"

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"Revival of Pure Blood Glory?"

In Hogwarts's Black Magic Defense class, Wang Xuebin looked at the girl with a high head in front of him with a question mark.

"Miss Lesterrange, is that the reason why you didn't finish your homework?"

Wang Xuebin pressed the blank parchment in his hand back to Bellatrix's table and gently tapped her tabletop.

"It's just a twelve-inch paper. If you listen carefully in class, you won't think this homework is heavy!

Just that, you handed me a blank paper? Why don’t you have time to complete it in order to revive the pure blood glory? Are you kidding me?

Huh~”

Wang Xuebin suppressed the desire to swear in his heart, took a deep breath, whispered his left hand on his face, shook his head and said:

"Before the next class, I will see your homework, otherwise, you will wait to fail the course at the end of this semester!"

"Don't just look at her, so do you guys!"

After saying that, Wang Xuebin turned around and returned to the podium, picked up the stack of parchment papers on the podium, and said in a deep voice:

"You learn for yourself, not for me, don't fool yourself. I'm from the student era. I'm the only tricks I've played!

All of you here, who have forgotten to bring, have insufficient words, and the content of the paper is exactly the same, and I will give you a new copy!

I don’t care what your reasons are. I will take the initiative to hand it over to me before the next class. Don’t force me to ask you for it!”

After saying that, Wang Xuebin threw the homework in his hand into the air, and distributed it to the tables of various students, like paper-sealed airplanes!

Looking at the students who were rebellious or regretful and frustrated, Wang Xuebin shook his head again, pulled out his magic wand, and gently stroked the air, and a projection appeared on the curtain in front of him.

"Okay, you are not allowed to make up for your homework in class. Listen carefully, otherwise the number of words in the thesis will double!

In this class, we are talking about the applicable choices of attack spells in a narrow street fighting environment!

First, clearly judge the number of enemies and us, second, judge the tactical purpose and the composition of the enemy, third, rehearsal of environmental tactical position and position distribution, fourth, defense and resistance and retreat plan..."