Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

British Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot Tribunal.

"I don't need the meditation method, including the runes, and will give it to all the families present for free."

"There is only one request: Lockhart must be captured."

"This dark wizard must be captured."

In the courtroom, Lange looked a little ferocious and hateful, shouting as if his emotions were out of control.

The Wizengamot members on the side had different expressions after hearing this.

Some were thoughtful, some nodded slightly, and some had a trace of greed in their eyes.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was silent for a moment and said in a gentle voice: "Rango, don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you and try my best to help you recover your lost memory."

When he said the word 'memory', his voice became serious.

As if sensing Dumbledore's attitude, Lango's expression gradually returned to calm.

Then, Dumbledore said gently to Judge Myrdal: "Your Honor, as the chief magician of the Wizengamot, I apply to test Lango's current physical and mental state."

"You can see it?"

"No!" Before Judge Myrdal responded, some members of the Wizengamot said immediately.

"Dumbledore, you are the principal of Hogwarts, and Lockhart is a professor at Hogwarts, so you should avoid suspicion and avoid direct contact with Rango."

After hearing this, Judge Myrdal also said in a deep voice: "Principal Dumbledore, regarding Lango's condition, it has been evaluated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

"It's true that he was hit by a forgetting curse, and his memory was affected."

Hearing this, Dumbledore was not angry. He naturally knew that the pure-blood family would not let him have direct contact.

So he said again: "Lockhart was invited by Durmstrang the day before yesterday to give a lecture, so he temporarily left the UK."

"I think justice should wait until Lockhart returns."

"Having the two people confront each other is more reasonable and ensures accuracy."

"Look, there's no problem with this, right?"

"This is as it should be, Principal Dumbledore." Judge Myrdal said directly: "After receiving Lango's report, the Ministry of Magic has sent people to Durmstrang to summon Lockhart."

"However, given that the location of Durmstrang is unknown, members of the Ministry of Magic are communicating with the Norwegian Ministry of Magic to apply for assistance."

"If Lockhart is innocent, I believe we will see him soon."

Hearing this, Dumbledore nodded slightly and said nothing more.

He seemed to understand the meaning of the other person's words.

If you are innocent, you will see him.

This means that if you can't see him, it means that Lockhart is not innocent.

Now I hope that Snape will arrive on time.

On his side, he also had to deal with the Hogwarts School Board of Trustees immediately. The pure-blood family had already used their methods to help him.

Naturally, he had no way to leave directly, or he also wanted this opportunity to see Lockhart's methods.

There was something about Lockhart that he couldn't understand now.

For example, why do you insist on going to Durmstrang at this time?

And what’s going on with the Squib Meditation Class, which has become increasingly popular recently?

African Ministry of Magic.

"Are you sure your Floo network is down?"

Snape stood in an empty hall and asked the black witch in front of him.

"I'm very sorry, Professor Snape. For some unknown reason, our floo network has been experiencing failures quite frequently recently. However, the maintenance speed is very fast. It will only take about a day. It will definitely be repaired."

Jis Yakubu, a member of the African Ministry of Magic, said apologetically: "Please wait patiently. After the repair is completed, we will let you return to the UK as soon as possible."

In response, Snape snorted expressionlessly, turned and left without saying anything.

What he didn't notice was that the witch was wearing a light silver necklace on her chest.

There is a small triangle at the bottom of the necklace, with a ring and a straight line inside.

It is the mark of the saint!

At this moment, Snape walked outside the Ministry of Magic and was greeted by the scorching sunshine and a large number of shirtless black male Muggles.

This made the corners of Snape's mouth and eyes twitch.

It is indeed a wild land, the Muggles here are so vulgar!

Dusk, Africa, Railay Wizard Hotel.

Snape sat on the bed in the hotel room, looking at the mud cakes, fried bamboo insects, and roasted snails in front of him.

His eyes were a little dull, he just wanted some African specialties.

However, the food in the eyes of African wizards is really unappetizing.

Then, with a wave of the magic wand, all the food on the table disappeared.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and a golden dragon-like pattern appeared in his arms, flashing continuously, as if calling for something.

As time passed by, suddenly

A red flame-colored halo emerged, and a figure stepped out of it.

"Snape, where did you go?"

"Most of my magic power is used to open the portal."

Lockhart felt the warm, even hot temperature around him, raised his eyebrows, and asked jokingly.

Hearing this, Snape looked a little unhappy, and then he seemed to have thought of something and waved his wand.

In an instant, the food that had disappeared appeared on the table, such as mud cakes, fried bamboo worms, grilled snails, etc.

"Lockhart, don't you like to eat delicious food? This is a special delicacy from Africa. Do you want to try it?" Snape said maliciously.

"Haha, it turns out to be Africa." Lockhart said with a pause in his tone when he saw the weird delicacies on the table.

"Let me just say, it's still daytime over at Durmstrang, but it's already dusk over here."

With that said, Lockhart began to change the topic: "By the way, Snape, the distance is a bit far, so there is no way to communicate."

"What happened? Why did you come to Africa?"

Hearing Lockhart's question, Snape's face became serious and said: "The pure-blood family has found an ancient rune expert named Rango Marcos, saying that he is the founder of the meditation method. "

"When Albus finds out, he asked me to go to Durmstrang to contact you."

"As a result, it is very likely that the pure-blood family took action and teleported me to Africa."

"It seems that you want to hold me back and find someone to deal with you."

Hearing this, Lockhart nodded slightly and said calmly: "Everything is as expected. This time, the pure-blood family will not be made easy."

Then, he looked at Snape and said as a reminder: "On your side, just come as usual. It's best to arrive early and force the pure-blood family to take further action."

"The more anxious they are, the easier it is for them to reveal their flaws."

"Okay, no problem." Snape nodded and said: "Tomorrow, I will return to the UK through the African Ministry of Magic, and then rush to Norway to meet."

Then, as if to explain: "There is no teleportation point directly to Norway from the Ministry of Magic in Africa. The best way is to return to the UK."

"But I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic won't be able to teleport. I have to find other smuggling channels."

"Okay, you can make the arrangements." Lockhart nodded: "As long as it's reasonable, don't let the principal see the problem."

"Lockhart, I suggest you pay attention. When Albus and I were chatting before, he mentioned your Squib Meditation Class." Snape reminded: "He may already have some doubts about you. ."

Why!

In response to Snape's reminder, Lockhart was silent for a moment and sighed softly.

As expected of the White Devil who suppressed two Dark Lords, his intuition is very sharp.

Then he didn't say much, just exchanged a few words and left.

Snape watched as the light disappeared and Lockhart left.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes once again glanced at the strange African food on the table, especially the huge roasted snail, and the corner of his mouth twitched again.

Wave the wand and the food disappears again.

Out of sight out of mind.

Rest first, eat some normal food when you return to the UK, and never come to Africa again.

The next day, Hogsmeade, Ian's meditation cabin.

Ian held a newspaper in his hand, lowering his head and reading silently. However, his excitement could be seen from the action of tightly grasping the corners of the newspaper.

Opposite him, stood a group of angry squibs, their faces filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Teacher Ian, the pure-blood family has gone too far. They not only slandered Professor Lockhart as a dark wizard, but also cast the Unforgivable Curse."

"It was also through the mouth of this man named Rango Marcos that he proposed that meditation is the slogan of the pure-blood family."

"Yes, that's too much. Although the newspaper didn't write it explicitly, that's what it meant - they didn't want us to practice meditation."

"Hood is right. The newspaper also said that the meditation method we practice is a simplified version of Professor Lockhart, and there are unknown dangers. It is recommended that we suspend our practice."

"Bah, wouldn't it be enough to just ban us from practicing meditation? And you still come up with such a shameless excuse."

"I think these pure-blooded beasts just don't want us to become wizards."

"."

Hearing everyone's cries of indignation, Ian put down the newspaper in his hand and said with a frosty face: "Don't worry, everyone, we will never let the pure-blood family's conspiracy succeed."

"I wrote to Professor Lockhart yesterday, and I believe I will get a reply soon."

"As for the dangers of meditation, I am now a wizard, able to cast spells and possess magical power."

"I even know several companions, including some of your classmates, who have also become wizards from squibs. What harm can it do?"

"absurd!"

Ian scolded the last 'ridiculous' sentence directly, as if he was furious at the behavior of the pure-blood family.

Ian's scolding ignited everyone's emotions and caused everyone to curse.

At this moment, suddenly.

Click!

With a click, the door suddenly opened, and a figure ran directly in and shouted loudly.

"It's not good, it's not good, Adel, Yasha, they were taken away by the wizard."

"Edmund, what happened to Yasha and the others? Speak slowly." Ian asked calmly.

Squib, or Edmund, a preparatory wizard who had successfully practiced meditation, heard Ian's words and took a few deep breaths, as if to calm himself down.

But he still looked a little anxious and said: "Teacher Ian, haven't Adel and the others also succeeded in practicing meditation?"

"I'm going to see Adel and the others today to share their experience in practicing meditation."

"As a result, their parents said that Adel and the others were having mental problems and asked someone to take them to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies for examination."

"You know, their parents have always been disgusted with Squibs like Adel, and they are usually not willing to give them even half a Nat."

"When problems arise, how can we take them to see a doctor? Even a test will cost gold Galleons."

"It is definitely another conspiracy of the pure-blood family. In order to prevent us from practicing meditation, the pure-blood family is going to attack us."

"Teacher Ian, what should we do!"

Hearing this, all the Squibs present became furious and furious.

all shouted

"Damn it, we can't take it any longer."

"Shameless, bastard pureblood!"

"Pure-blood wizards have already attacked us. Fight back. We must fight back."

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Ian looked gloomy and said in a deep voice to all the squibs.

"Let's go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries to rescue Adel and Yasha."

"Rescue our companions!!!"

Sorry, everyone, because the plot has reached a very critical point, in order to express it better.

It is more difficult to write. I have deleted several drafts of today's chapter, so the update time is a bit unstable. I will try to stabilize it later.