Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...Minerva."

"I am here, Professor Dumbledore!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, the spirits of all the professors were shocked for a moment, as if they had found their backbone, they quietly waited for Dumbledore's orders.

"From today onwards, Hogwarts has entered a state of emergency combat readiness. Food, potions and other necessary supplies will be purchased more. Long-term preparations must be made!"

"Okay, Professor!"

Professor McGonagall was listening carefully, while holding a quill, recording on the parchment.

"In addition, the school is in normal class. Without special reasons, you are not allowed to leave the school at will. Students above the third grade are also prohibited from going to Hogsmeade on Saturdays and Sundays. The professors of each college should make arrangements!"

"No problem, Professor!"

"Finally, inspect the Hogwarts special defense circle, conduct wartime defensive escape drills, and let students from each school be familiar with the relevant refuge places. In case of an emergency, the safety of the students will be given priority!"

"understand!"

Following Dumbledore's instructions and arrangements one by one, the professors who were like headless chickens gradually put their hanging hearts back into their stomachs.

What people are afraid of is not danger, but when danger comes, they don’t know what to do to avoid it. Now that they have ideas in their minds, they will naturally feel at ease!

"...Professor Gu Yi!"

"Ok?"

Beside the desk, Wang Xuebin, who was browsing newspapers and letters to search for information, raised his head curiously when he heard Dumbledore's shout.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

To be honest, when Dumbledore assigned the task just now, Wang Xuebin didn't listen carefully at all. His attention was all focused on the rhetoric said by the noseless egghead in the newspaper.

"Professor Gu Yi, to tell you the truth, I need to leave the school later to find some help, and some helpers who can fight against the Death Eaters..."

"Then you mean... I will go with you to deal with Voldemort together?"

Looking at Dumbledore's embarrassed expression, Wang Xuebin thought he wanted to help him fight Boos, but he didn't care about this.

Although there is a Horcrux, Wang Xuebin is not sure that he can beat Voldemort to death with a stick, but if he just beats a cripple or something, there is no problem!

"Oh no, of course not!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore shook his head quickly, and said sincerely:

"...Tom is not a very courageous person, since he dared to show up publicly, it means he is ready to face me!

Although it's not very polite to say that, but if even the person I'm not sure to defeat, other people do it, I think it will be the same result! "

From the moment he saw Voldemort's photo, Dumbledore recognized the familiar figure in the photo.

Although the original handsome face has become the noseless egghead, Dumbledore will never forget the scene when he met Tom Riddle for the first time in the orphanage.

Young age, unscrupulous means, and extremely vicious eyes, Dumbledore rarely sees these three evil qualities in one person at the same time.

I don't know whether it was accidental or inevitable, but at the moment when he saw Voldemort's photo, there was no surprise in his heart, only endless regret.

If he used love to influence Tom instead of using magic to intimidate him when he educated Tom, would everything be different today?

Dumbledore didn't know, he only knew that he had the responsibility and obligation to stop all of this, to prevent a disaster he planted 45 years ago!

"...Professor Gu Yi, I implore you to teach the students some real means to protect themselves, and protect the safety of the teachers and students of the school when Hogwarts is in danger!

I think, if anyone in England can protect the safety of teachers and students in the school under Tom's attack, except me, only you..."

Chapter 478 The first lesson of school, combat theory OODA

"...We are the darlings of the bloodline, and it is our unshirkable responsibility to defend the glory of the bloodline...

We want to inherit the will of Salazar Slytherin and complete the unfinished business of Gellert Grindelwald!

We want to set off a revolution, restore the glory of our ancestors, and regain the glory of pure blood!

Let the half-bloods and mudbloods be our servants, let the squibs and muggles crawl under our feet!

Our future will stand on the top of the world! ! ! "

"wow!"

"yeah!"

"Awesome~"

"Ulla~"

"Siguoyi~"

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Wang Xuebin was leaning against the wall, holding the Daily Prophet in his hand from Dumbledore, reading the newspaper's records about Voldemort's public speaking.

On the front page of the newspaper, the Noseless Egghead used a provocative tone and said some words that in his opinion were purely clichés, exaggerating the fanatical atmosphere.

Obviously, his speech was considered a success. Not to mention anything else, just looking at the cheering crowd in the newspaper, it can be seen that Voldemort was still very popular during this period!

Winning over pure-blood wizards, dividing up mixed-bloods and mudbloods, and finally belittling Squibs and Muggles, attracting a group, scaring a group, and hitting a group, such methods will never be outdated!

"Is everyone here?"

As Wang Xuebin said, he threw the newspaper in his hand on the table beside him, and looked at the group of future Death Eaters below, his eyebrows raised.

This is the first class he has attended after coming to Hogwarts, and he is a student of Slytherin and Ravenclaw House in the fifth year.

"...Professor, everyone from Ravenclaw House is here!"

There seemed to be a clear dividing line in the middle of the classroom, dividing the students of the two colleges into two camps.

On one side is Ravenclaw, who is neatly dressed and sitting upright, and on the other side, it seems that a group of dandies are here to have a feast of sea and sky. Except for their clothes, they don't look like students at all.

The Slytherin prefect, Lucius Malfoy, leaned against the table of students in the back row with his hands folded on his chest, his air of pride and disregard palpable.

Bellatrix Lestrange seems to be chewing bubble gum in her mouth, her hair looks like a fried chicken, her eyes are full of provocation and eagerness to try, it seems that she wants to experiment on Wang Xuebin during her summer research The black magic of...

"Have all the Slytherins arrived?"

Wang Xuebin picked up a list of people from the table, scanned the swaying Slytherin students, and asked repeatedly in a pretense of pedantry.

The Slytherin students looked at each other and showed disdainful smiles, none of them wanted to talk to Wang Xuebin.

Heh, it seems that this year's Slytherins, whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, probably won't be able to run away as Death Eaters in the future...

"No?"

Wang Xuebin rolled the parchment into a ball and threw it back on the table. Seeing that there was still no answer from the students, he looked up at the students with a playful smile on his lips.

"Well, since that's the case..."

As he said that, Wang Xuebin took out his pure black, hard wood, fifteen-inch magic wand carved with silver violet patterns, which combined the advantages of countless wands, and tapped the table lightly.

"Ten points from Slytherin!"

'Shuh! '

Following Wang Xuebin's words, the four large scoring hourglasses in front of the castle foyer, the one belonging to Slytherin, who had just been rewarded with ten points for Snape in Potions class, instantly returned to zero.

At the same time, Wang Xuebin said with a smile in the malicious eyes of all the Slytherin students:

"...This is the first lesson I gave you, never disobey someone who can decide your life or death, unless you have the ability and courage to fight to the death!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Xuebin was too lazy to compete with this group of students. Without waiting for them to speak, he tapped the table again with his magic wand that could almost be used as a dagger, and said loudly:

"This year is the day of your ordinary wizard level exam. According to my opinion, I originally planned to review the key content of the exam for you, so that you can pass the exam and get a passable score!

However, because the situation in the wizarding world is indeed a little unstable, Dumbledore specifically asked me for your future safety, hoping that I can teach you some skills to protect yourself..."

As Wang Xuebin said, he looked at the expressions of expectation or contempt, smiled lightly, and continued:

"...In order not to disappoint Dumbledore, and to allow you to have the ability to survive the war, I decided to teach you some things that can really be used..."

With a flick of the wand, the curtains in the classroom fell one by one, blocking the sunlight from outside the classroom. Then, with a click of the wand, a beam of light passed through a piece of film and hit the curtain in front of the classroom.

"...OODA loop, the law of the battlefield!"

On the curtain, a cumbersome yet aesthetically pleasing mind map caught the eyes of all the students.

"...Students, get ready for the baptism of war theory..."

The OODA cycle, also known as the Boyd cycle, is a set of combat theories invented by John Boyd, a U.S. Air Force colonel, based on his rich experience.

The so-called OODA cycle refers to:

O - Observation, observation;

O——Orientation, judgment;

D——Decision, decision;

A——Action, execute;

The basic point of view of the Boyd cycle is that the conflict and competition between the enemy and the enemy is essentially a comparison of who can better execute the OODA cycle!

Intelligence collectors use all feasible means to observe and collect information on the enemy and the enemy. The more things collected by observation, the more accurate the next analysis and judgment will be.

After collecting intelligence, strategic deployment personnel make the most detailed analysis and judgment in the shortest time through their own knowledge, resources, tactical literacy and other characteristics.

Combat commanders make the most appropriate decisions based on the results of the analysis, and combatants make corresponding actions based on the decisions.

After the action, observe the effect of the action again, feed it back to the intelligence collectors, judge again, make decisions again, and act again...

This cycle goes on and on until a war is completely won!

A mistake in every link will lead to a chain reaction, and a series of mistakes is the reason for the failure of a battle!

Watching the students in the classroom change from disdain at the beginning, to surprise later, and then from surprise to shock.

The scenes in front of him showed that Wang Xuebin saw it in his eyes and kept it in his heart.

He knew that many of these students had already joined the Death Eaters' organization, and they were still unreservedly talking about theoretical knowledge that was extremely valuable to wizards.

It's not because he is so knowledgeable and loves students, it's purely to improve the tactical quality of Voldemort's organization and strengthen the power of Death Eaters through the mouths of these people.

After all, he has never forgotten that Hogwarts Castle is his goal. If he doesn't muddy the water, how can he catch fish?

"...About the magic spells involved in this theory, I will slowly teach you this school year, practice more after class, but don't forget the wizard level exam, understand?"

"Understood! Professor!"

Looking at the Slytherin students who slightly restrained their arrogant posture, Wang Xuebin showed a meaningful smile.

"Okay, let's stop here today... get out of class!"

Chapter 479 Prisoner of Nurmengard

"Finish what Gellert Grindelwald left unfinished? Who is this noseless egghead?"

Nurmengard Tower in Austria, a prison as famous as Azkaban in the United Kingdom, a man with vicissitudes of life but still charming, holding a newspaper sent by his predecessor, complaining mercilessly!

"Is there any great cause I need to complete, why don't I know?"

This prestigious prison is different from Azkaban in the UK. It only holds one prisoner. There are no living prison guards guarding the prison. The prisoner is only the prisoner himself!

In a room that was so empty that there was nothing but a chair, the man holding the newspaper sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his legs dangling, not only did not make people feel uneducated, but gave people a sense of unruly temperament.

"Albus, you came here to show me this egg head?"

The newspaper was lowered, revealing a facial features full of charm, looking dissatisfied at the old man sitting in front of him.

"No, Gellert, I just wanted to ask, have you ever met Tom?"

"Tom?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, shook the newspaper in his hand, and asked curiously:

"Do you mean this egg head?"

Hearing Grindelwald's name, Dumbledore couldn't help showing a smile, don't tell me, Voldemort, who has no nose, really looks like an egg, and it has to be the Chinese preserved egg.

"...his name is Tom, Tom Riddle..."

"Albus!"

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, he was interrupted by the dissatisfied Grindelwald. He crumpled up the newspaper in his hand and threw it back.

"Can you stop pulling me to ask these incomprehensible questions every time you come here? I only know one named Tom, and that is a cat that can't catch mice. As for the Tom you mentioned, I haven't even heard of it." Pass!"

Dumbledore didn't care about Grindelwald's unknown anger at all. He helped his half-moon glasses that were crooked by the newspaper, raised his eyebrows and said softly:

"Don't you really know each other? Don't you think the philosophy of this Death Eater organization is somewhat familiar?"

"familiar?"