Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"Professor McGonagall, long time no see."

As soon as Lockhart came out of the magic fireplace with green flames lingering, he saw Professor McGonagall sitting on the desk opposite him and immediately said hello.

Professor McGonagall raised her head and looked at Lockhart, who had smooth blond hair and was wearing a dark green robe. He looked at Lockhart in front of him as he looked at the students.

"Lockhart, you look a little embarrassed." Professor McGonagall stared at Lockhart with serious eyes, "But your clothes are quite exquisite."

Professor McGonagall added.

After Lockhart heard this, he smiled awkwardly - he decided not to use the magic fireplace to travel again.

It seems that learning Kama Taj's portal magic must be put on the agenda.

Immediately, with a slight wave of his right hand, the hanging ring flashed, and a simple rune in rune appeared in front of him, emitting a faint light.

Rune - clean!

In a flash of light, Lockhart took on a new look, and all the dust on his body was removed by magic.

Professor McGonagall looked at the runes that just appeared with great interest. Although he was a little surprised, he didn't say much.

"The principal is waiting for you in the office. You know the location. The password is - Crucible Cake."

"Okay, Professor." Lockhart responded politely, left Professor McGonagall's office and walked towards the principal's office.

Looking at the very familiar corridors and stairs of Hogwarts in my memory, the corners of my mouth curled up slightly.

This time I came to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore, which was considered as a debriefing before class.

In the past, I had shared my class ideas with Dumbledore through owl envelopes.

Except for the original Dumbledore whom he met last time.

Today is the first time we meet. As usual, we will talk about the specific details of the class.

However, in Lockhart's eyes.

The word temptation is most appropriate to use here.

Soon, Lockhart reached the eighth floor and stood in front of the gargoyle.

After tidying up his clothes, he cast a self-created spell on himself - [Lockhart's Shine].

With a smile on his face, his white teeth exposed, his chest held out, he spoke confidently to the stone.

“Clamp pan cake!”

boom!

The stone beast moved to the side, and the wall behind it cracked open, revealing an upward staircase.

"Lockhart?" Dumbledore's voice came from deep down the stairs.

Lockhart quickly replied: "Yes, Headmaster, it's me."

Then he strode up the stairs and walked to the principal's office.

Walk to the top of the stairs and enter a spacious and beautiful circular space.

Looking at the heads of the past principals of Hogwarts hanging on the surrounding walls, Lockhart waved politely.

Entering the principal's office, he saw a huge table with long thin legs standing not far away. Dumbledore, with silver hair and half-moon lenses, sat behind it.

"Good morning, principal!"

Lockhart stepped forward and greeted politely.

"Wait a minute, you can eat some pan cakes, and we can talk after reading this page."

"Okay, principal, you go ahead and take your time."

Looking at Principal Dumbledore who was looking down at the book he was reading, Lockhart responded and looked at the entire room.

In the entire room, apart from the portraits of the past principals of Hogwarts hanging everywhere, the thing that caught Lockhart's attention the most was a bookcase at the back.

"Nicolas Flamel on Alchemy"

"36 Ways to Use the Patronus Charm"

"Advanced Black Magic Knowledge"

Just looking at some of the titles of books in the bookcase, Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he wanted to open Dumbledore's bookcase immediately, borrow a few books, and read some.

pity

Lockhart quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the silverware and some potions of various colors next to him.

Soon Lockhart was staring at a bracket by the window.

The phoenix, covered in golden feathers, held the stand tightly with both claws and turned its head to stare at Lockhart curiously.

Looking into each other's eyes, Lockhart showed the most friendly smile in his life, his eyes were shining and his heart was even warmer.

This is a phoenix. It can survive for thousands of years through nirvana.

Tears alone can cure most diseases in the world, and are the core material of many precious potions.

Even just one feather on the body costs dozens of gold galleons.

Seeing the phoenix not far away, Lockhart subconsciously wanted to get closer and closer.

"cough!"

Dumbledore coughed slightly and looked at Lockhart's eyes, which seemed to be reminding him of something.

Lockhart came back to his senses immediately, his expression straightened, as if he had not had any evil thoughts just now.

Then, watching Dumbledore close the cover of the book, his expression froze, and then he said with a smile on his face: "Principal Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to also like the book I wrote."

The cover of the book is engraved with conspicuous words - "Days with the Snow Monster" by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"The writing is quite good, quite interesting." Dumbledore smiled without any cover-up, then took the book away to reveal a character profile.

When Lockhart saw it, his pupils shrank, and instead of lowering his head, he raised his chest and showed a brighter smile on his face, as if he was hiding something.

"Needham Mike, male, 45 years old, lives in the snowy mountains of the Himalayas. He spends all his time with snow monsters."

Damn it, if it wasn't Dumbledore's temptation this time, then damn it.

Needham Mack is the source of the book material for "Days with the Snow Monster".

The original person stole his memory to write this book.

With a book and a list put together, any fool knew that Dumbledore must be suspicious.

Just don't know.

How much did Dumbledore know.

"Headmaster, what do you want to know about the snow monster? The living character in the book is right in front of you," Lockhart said humorously to himself.

"Haha, speaking of snow monsters, I really want to know more about it." Dumbledore laughed, raised the book at hand and asked, "I thought the best way to deal with snow monsters was the Flame Curse, but I didn't expect it. The book was completely different from what I thought.”

"Principal, the snow monster is indeed different from what most wizards think. This is because the snow monster has lived in the ice and snow for a long time and has extremely strong magical defense capabilities. Ordinary magic spells cannot harm it at all."

"At the same time, in the ice and snow, the power of the flame spell will be reduced, so it is not the best choice."

"To deal with snow monsters, I personally recommend using the leg-tripping curse. Although it is a small curse, the snow monsters move slower and have shorter legs."

"It's easy to fall down due to the tripping spell. Whether it's escaping, capturing, or even killing, it's the only choice."

"It seems that you are quite experienced in this area." Dumbledore smiled after hearing this. "It seems that I was right to choose you for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course."

Hearing this, Lockhart smiled and said nothing more.

Now that he knows that teaching this time is risky, and he is not stupid, he must digest the knowledge in his memory.

Stolen memories are also memories, and knowledge will never be false.

By the way, stealing memories seems to be a shortcut to learning knowledge.

The thought flashed through Lockhart's mind.

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