Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

When Tweel returned to Diagon Alley, the room was turned upside down by Malvolio as expected.

And he turned his back to Tver, standing carelessly in the center of the room, with his hands open, and the magic lingering in his hands seemed to be substantial.

"I'm asking you to adapt to your body, not to redecorate your room."

Tver waved his magic wand angrily, restoring the tables, chairs, and bookshelves here to their original state.

Although these things are not valuable and are only a temporary residence, they are too messy to live in.

"what?"

Tver was surprised to find that a chair could not be restored. The fracture was completely charred and black smoke was emitting.

"How long have I been gone and you can now use this level of black magic?"

Malvolio then turned around, with a high-spirited face, and bent slightly, showing an impeccable etiquette.

"Mr. Foley, the black magic I can use is far more than these."

Twil thought about his words and stopped waving his wand.

"So, you are brave?"

"You can give it a try."

Malvolio couldn't wait to activate the magic power in his body, squinting his eyes slightly to avoid showing too many harsh glances, and his scarlet tongue flicked across his lips like a snake.

As expected of Voldemort, even if he was placed under heavy restrictions, he could not reduce his inner arrogance.

It had only been less than two hours since she had adapted to her new body, and she dared to challenge him.

If I can't suppress it, I guess there will be a situation where I can't do my best at work in the future.

With this in mind, Twil put his wand back into his robes to be fair.

"In that case, let me see how strong the resurrected Dark Lord is."

He responded with the same standard courtesy.

After the salute, neither of them immediately launched an attack, but instead observed each other.

Until, an inaudible meow sounded outside the window.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Malvolio started with the Unforgivable Curse. Due to the existence of the contract, he could not use the Killing Curse.

But that doesn't mean you can't use the Cruciatus Curse, he thought proudly.

However, Tver waved his hand, and a faint barrier appeared in front of him, causing ripples. He was not affected by the Cruciatus Curse at all.

Then with a backhand flick, three red lights with different trajectories flew towards the opponent in an instant.

But not only that, the chair that could not be repaired just now turned into several evil wolves with claws and fangs, and flew towards it.

But before he could pounce on him, he was swallowed one by one by a python that emerged from the floor, and blocked three spells with half of his body.

As soon as the remaining half of the snake turned its head, it was shattered into pieces by Tver's next attack.

"Bang!"

After the smoke cleared, Malvolio disappeared with the python!

Tver turned around and cast a super powerful iron armor spell. After a second, fiery red flames climbed onto the golden film.

"You are quite ruthless, you actually used Li Huo."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red flame was engulfed by the more powerful blue-violet flame. At the same time, a "boom" sounded, and a ring of flames was generated around Tver.

The flame ring seemed to come alive, extending its tentacles of flames, slapping every place where Malvolio appeared.

"Oh!"

The temperature of the flame hand was not high, and the force was not strong. It only left a black scorch mark on the wooden tables and chairs.

But the touch from the soul told Malvolio that if he was hit with even one finger, his soul would be severely damaged!

"Hey, who is more ruthless?"

The scope of the flame ring is getting larger and larger, and more and more tentacles are extending out. Now he doesn't even have a place to stay!

Appearing in the last untouched corner of the room, he waved his hands and shouted loudly:

"No fight, no fight, you are going too far!"

……

Mr. Borgin, who had fallen asleep long ago, propped his head up with his hands and listened helplessly to the "crackling" sounds and occasional vibrations coming from the next door.

"Bang." The ash from the ceiling fell down and just fell on his head.

"Creak." There was a sound, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Click-bump!"

The bed beneath him collapsed!

The furious Mr. Borgin quickly picked up the wand on the bedside table and waved it——

The bed was restored.

At least there was no more noise, he comforted himself in his heart.

I was finally able to have a good night's sleep, because the trembling of my soul no longer occurred.

So in order to enjoy the rare stability, he stayed in bed for a while.

So Mr. Borgin got up unusually late the next day.

When the store was opened, an impatient customer was already standing outside.

"Uh, I'm sorry, the opening time is a little late today," he said while opening the door, bending down, "Please come in, this guest."

But he looked at the man's face.

Why is it a little familiar?

Mr. Bojin lowered his head and thought for a long time, but could not recall where he had seen such a character.

However, like the Mr. Percival whom I met last time, this guest was also unabashed and even more arrogant.

With a hint of scarlet in his eyes, Malvolio glanced around the products in the store with disdain.

"What do you need from my guest?"

Facing the respectful Bock, he still did not change his arrogant look, "Crystal, I need all those crystals and the technology to make them."

Bock lowered his head, his invisible face uncertain.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I have a lot of crystals here-"

"I'm talking about crystals that can protect the soul!" Malvolio interrupted him rudely, "I know you have many more, and you know how to make them, hand them over!"

"Or I will pull out your soul and crush out all your secrets bit by bit." He lowered his head and threatened in Bock's ear.

He now belongs to the collection of souls and life forces.

If someone could open up his body, they would find that it was empty and contained no ordinary human organs or anything like that.

Therefore, the resistance to magic will be very weak, and basically any magic can affect his soul.

As a person who pursues strength, although few people can attack him with magic, he will not allow such shortcomings to appear in his body.

In order to make up for it, he urgently needed the protective power of the crystal.

Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Calm down, Malvolio," Tver stopped him helplessly, "Mr. Bock didn't say he disagreed."

When he didn't see him early in the morning, Tver realized something was wrong. Fortunately, Bock opened the door late, otherwise he wouldn't be able to live in the house he just bought.

"Mr. Percival," Bogin swallowed, "there are really no more crystals. It was too difficult to make. What you took away is the only one left."

Tver did not speak, but rummaged in his pocket.

"Wait a minute," Bock quickly held down Tver's hand and said with a smile, "It takes time to make, one month. I will give you one for free after one month."

"Let's do this. After one month, I will return the house to you. As for the money to buy the house, just treat it as money to buy crystals. But I want to get at least one in a week. You won't cheat me, right?"

Tver pulled out his hand and patted Bock's shoulder in a friendly manner.

This kind of crystal requires very high skills, and requires an alchemist to study the soul in depth. Currently, only Bock can produce it.

So it doesn’t matter if you spend a little more money.

Just like he made friends with DeVos and Bance, making friends with useful talents can always bring him some help.

Bock's eyes lit up. The house was worth a lot of money. Even if it were exchanged for five crystals, he would still be able to make a profit.

"How could I trick you? You will definitely get a crystal by then, and at the end of the month, there will be three additional crystals!"

Tver nodded with satisfaction and took Malvolio away with a calm expression.

Before leaving, he glared at Bock viciously and spread his five fingers behind his back.