Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 369: Target: Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
"By the way, is there anything you want to do? Maybe I can arrange something for you."

Harley asked as she chatted with the group.

It's a pity that caster is only used as a backstage ghost.

It would be a waste if it is not squeezed, crossed out, and not used to shine and heat.

"What do you want to do?"

Caster seemed to be stumped by this question.

After thinking for a while, he slowly spoke:
"Maybe a stint as a teacher at Hogwarts for a while, I suppose?"

Merlin, Slytherin, and Voldemort, the only thing these three have in common is that they are all good teachers.

Therefore, this can be regarded as caster's only obsession.

"Okay, we just happen to be in need of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Harley said casually.

Some time ago, she had successfully removed the fragments of Voldemort from Quirrell's body.

But this doesn't mean that Quirrell can come back to class.

Voldemort's possession caused irreversible damage to Quirrell's body and mind, and it would take him a long time to recover.

At the same time, he himself had committed many crimes in the process, such as murder, using the Unforgivable Curse, etc.

Even if I recover, I won't be able to come back to class.

So, now Snape teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts part-time.

I don't know where he gets so much time.

——Sirius once recommended himself, but was rejected by Harry.

It’s time to change to a more professional one.

"Honored."

Caster said gratefully.

"Okay, then let's go meet with the principal and discuss Avalon's affairs."

Harley left the Room of Requirement with Caster.

"If you need, I can override the headmaster's authority and forcibly command Hogwarts Castle to activate the treasure."

caster said caringly.

"You can still do this?"

Harley looked at Caster in some surprise.

I don't see any of his treasures or inherent skills related to this?
"Could it be possible that the legend of the deed to Slytherin's castle is true?"

Harry couldn't help but think of this, something that had appeared in many major secondary creative works.

"Of course not."

Caster shook his head.

"It was the other three. When they were perfecting the castle's magical defenses, they retained some of the authority that belonged to Slytherin."

"And this part of the authority can even be effective for the descendants of Slytherin."

"Secret room?"

Harley raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Caster nodded.

"What about the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets?"

Harry asked.

If the Chamber of Secrets was deliberately preserved by the Big Three, then wasn't the Basilisk also preserved as well?
The Big Four just watched Slytherin harm the students?

"Slytherin left it behind to protect future Hogwarts teachers and students."

Then Caster began to talk about the information related to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets that he had obtained from the castle.

The reason why Slytherin opposed the admission of young wizards born of ordinary people had nothing to do with the so-called pure blood.

It's purely because the little wizard who was born as an ordinary person has a problem with his position.

They will be more inclined towards ordinary people rather than the wizards who taught them.

Their worldview was born among ordinary people.

But in that era, ordinary people were generally hostile to wizards.

Because they were worried that these wizards might harm other wizards, Slytherin left behind his own specially made basilisk.

This basilisk can achieve almost permanent life by hibernating and shedding its skin.

Furthermore, the magical power within him would increase with the passage of time, making him a being far superior to ordinary wizards.

In this way, Hogwarts had a true patronus.

It is because of this, and the Big Three's feelings towards Slytherin, that the Chamber of Secrets was preserved.

Otherwise they would have cleaned out the castle long ago.

A single giant might not be able to deal with the castle, but with three of them together, it would be easy to tear it down and rebuild it.

After all, the magic on the castle was not perfect at that time.

"And then he was found by the stupid Voldemort."

Harley complained after hearing this.

The original patron saint of Hogwarts was transformed into a weapon of indiscriminate attacks.

It's really ironic.

Although Harley didn't say this, Caster still understood what she meant.

“Even as powerful as the Big Four, they never imagined that the thoughts of later generations would become so extreme.”

He said somewhat helplessly.

"This is all thanks to the function of the branch."

Harley said casually.

"At first, they just disliked each other, then it evolved into opposition as they grew up, and finally they became completely hostile because of certain issues, and passed this concept on to the next generation."

Then the next generation continues to deepen this thinking.

In the end, the confrontation reached its peak and bloody conflict began.

Honestly, in Harry's opinion, Voldemort was just an inevitable result of this evolution.

Even if Tom is gone, someone else will emerge and become the so-called second generation Dark Lord.

"So, you want to do this?"

caster asked softly.

"do nothing."

Harley said without turning around.

"Why?"

Caster couldn't help but feel confused.

"Because I'm only in the first grade."

Harley said frankly.

"Regarding the reform of the college system, at least wait until I become the president."

Now that we have finally dealt with Voldemort, shouldn’t we enjoy the sweet daily life of campus youth?

Since the future is in our hands, doesn’t it make sense to take it slow?

"……Right."

Caster said after a moment of silence.

He almost forgot that the person he was talking to was just a first-year Hogwarts student.

Not counting this year, she still has six years of study ahead of her. "Speaking of which, can you remove the curse of being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Harry asked casually.

"It has been lifted."

Caster tapped the ground lightly with his staff, and an invisible wave spread out.

The problem of disposable professors that had troubled Headmaster Dumbledore for years was solved in an instant.

"Well, this serves as proof of your ability to apply for the job."

Harry nodded.

Coincidentally, they had arrived at the door of the principal's office at this moment.

Before Harry could guess the password to the statue, the statue moved away by itself.

Then, Headmaster Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked out.

To be honest, ever since Harry took the headmaster to capture all of Voldemort's classmates, the headmaster no longer had to spend time dealing with the Voldemort issue.

He even has time to deal with school matters.

——Vice-Headmistress Professor McGonagall, whose desk was piled with school affairs, expressed satisfaction.

"Hey, Principal, I was just about to come look for you."

Harry raised his hand and greeted the principal.

"Oh, Harry, I have something to talk to you about as well."

The principal responded to Harley with a smile.

At this time, he noticed the caster next to Harley.

"Who is this friend?"

The principal glanced at Caster and asked curiously.

"A friend of mine, you can just call him caster."

Harley introduced the Servant she created to the principal.

Because the job name used by Type-Moon is also a common name in the English system, there is no need to change it to a pseudonym or something.

"Castor? Welcome to Hogwarts."

Although the principal was a little surprised as to how this person got in, he still welcomed him for Harry's sake.

"Thank you."

Caster stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the principal with a calm expression.

Although this person is Voldemort's greatest enemy, this has nothing to do with him now.

Caster himself was just somewhat impressed by the powerful magical power of this old man.

"Caster came here to apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

Harley explained as the two shook hands.

"The curse on this position was just lifted by him."

"Did he lift the ban?"

There was a hint of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Of course, otherwise I could have dealt with him completely?"

Harry could understand the principal's confusion.

This curse is so deep that even the principal has no solution.

In the original book, the curse was finally resolved because he killed Voldemort completely.

After Voldemort's death, the curse lost its source and was naturally lifted.

This is pretty much the only solution.

The headmaster hurried out just now, probably because he sensed that the curse had disappeared and mistakenly thought that he had killed all the Voldemorts.

"That's it."

Although there was not much change on the principal's face.

But Harry could still sense that he was relieved.

"Why don't we go into the office and talk slowly?"

the principal asked.

"it is good."

Harry naturally agreed.

It just so happened that she also wanted to see if the principal had any new desserts.

She felt a little hungry because she had consumed too much energy, blood and magic power just now.

Since Harley agreed, Caster naturally wouldn't object.

The two followed the principal into the office.

After entering the office, the first thing Harry saw was the scones on the table.

This is one of the most famous and typical desserts in the UK and is a must-have for afternoon tea.

The headmaster's scone was filled with his favourite raspberry jam.

Harley keenly noticed the refreshing fruity aroma and the hint of sweet and sour taste, which instantly aroused her appetite.

"Principal, can I have something to eat?"

Harry looked at the headmaster expectantly.

"of course."

The principal waved his hand.

Two plates appeared out of thin air, and the scones lined up on the table jumped on them.

Then, two plates floated in front of Harley and Caster respectively.

"for drink?"

The principal looked at the two of them.

"As usual, black tea will be fine."

Harley said expertly.

Although the various drinks in the wizarding world are also good, she still prefers black tea when eating sweets.

"I knew you would say that."

As the principal's voice fell, a pot of steaming black tea appeared beside Harry.

After pouring her a glass, he just floated there quietly.

At this point, Caster's mind was a little confused.

According to the few things he knew, Dumbledore should be a powerful wizard, the kind who could fight Voldemort to pieces.

Some subconscious thoughts from Voldemort also constantly reminded him of Dumbledore's power and majesty.

But how does this look like the grandfather raising a granddaughter?
And judging from the looks of it, this kind of conversation between the two has obviously happened more than once.

Isn't this right?

"What about you?"

The principal turned to look at Caster who was stunned.

"Huh? Oh, butterbeer will be fine."

Caster subconsciously gave the name.

Then, he had a freshly brewed butterbeer in his hand.

Caster held the drink in his hand in a daze.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that it was only natural for Voldemort to be eliminated.

(End of this chapter)