Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

"Yang, is there something wrong with your class schedule?"

Professor McGonagall hurriedly found Yang An's office.

Dumbledore doesn't really care about things, he is just a spiritual leader, and on weekdays all the school's academic affairs are handled by her.

Professor McGonagall also handled these matters in an orderly manner with her rigorous and meticulous character.

When she found that the Defense Against the Dark Arts courses for seven grades were combined into one class on the timetable, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

"broken."

A teaching accident occurred!

"Yang, if you're wrong, it's not too late to come over now." Professor McGonagall spoke quickly and sternly.

It seems that Professor McGonagall has not yet adapted to the fact that her student has become her teacher.

In particular, she didn't really support this matter. She felt that Yang An should continue to study hard for the time being.

In the living room.

Yang An was sitting leisurely in an armchair, drinking morning tea facing the fireplace.

He was still wearing his elegant pajamas, with his legs crossed, gazing out the window at the distant mountains. When he saw Professor McGonagall push open the door and come in, Yang An greeted her calmly.

"Professor McGonagall, you don't have any classes this morning? In that case why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea."

Professor McGonagall frowned, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on her serious face.

Yang An seemed to know what Professor McGonagall was thinking. He put down his crossed legs and stood up.

"Don't worry, I arranged it this way on purpose."

While talking.

The gorgeous nightgown on Yang An was transformed into a dark green suit, with dark brown calfskin boots, which set off Yang An's tall figure, sharp eyes and handsome appearance.

"This should be fine." Yang An raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the stunned Professor McGonagall.

"You want to hold an open class?" Professor McGonagall could understand this behavior, as Lockhart had done it before. "But why are there only one class in the subsequent schedules?"

"Because I think I have the ability to teach students from seven grades in four colleges at the same time." Yang An said slowly.

"You have the ability to teach all students at the same time?" Professor McGonagall almost laughed out of anger, "Listen to me, Yang, you still don't understand that being a teacher is not an easy job."

Professor McGonagall mistook Yang An's self-confidence for arrogance and she quickly explained.

"The level of first-year students is very different from that of seventh-year students. In addition, there are thousands of students. You can't teach so many students at the same time. You can't be too busy to teach them."

"No, I can."

However, Yang An ignored Professor McGonagall's advice and insisted.

Professor McGonagall took several deep breaths, and her hair, which had been neatly tied up, became a little messy as she stared at Yang An who was persisting.

"Then prove it to me." Professor McGonagall nodded and said sternly, "Otherwise I will tell Dumbledore to suspend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

If you can't provide evidence, you won't be allowed to give lectures.
Yang An sighed. He could understand Professor McGonagall.

On the one hand, she knew that Yang An was very talented and very powerful, but she only knew that and did not have a definite concept.

On the other hand, it is also because of Professor McGonagall's strictness. She advocates rules and requires everyone to abide by the rules.

Professor McGonagall is serious and strict with her students, but she is also responsible and helps every student. She also helps Dumbledore with academic affairs.

It's understandable to be concerned.

"Professor, don't worry. I can prove it to you." Yang An raised his hand to comfort the agitated Professor McGonagall.

"Of course I can't handle all the students by myself, but what if there are many of me?"

"What?" Professor McGonagall was a little confused.

Yang An smiled and took a step back, facing Professor McGonagall's astonished expression. The mud under his feet kept turning up, and finally turned into two figures that looked exactly like Yang An. At the same time, the two figures quickly split into two, and the four figures split into eight!
Finally, nine identical Yang Ans simultaneously said to Professor McGonagall who was surrounded by them, "Do you think I can teach seven grade students now?"

Professor McGonagall was so shocked that she was speechless. She shook her head, unable to believe what she saw.

"No way. What kind of magic is this? I've never seen it before."

There is no magic of clone in this magical world. The only magic that can be considered as clone is perhaps the Expecto Patronus spell used by powerful wizards, which can convey messages on behalf of powerful wizards.

There is also a time converter, but in essence it is just your future self traveling back to the past, and the aftereffects are very serious.

But Mag was stunned by the direct creation of a clone like this, as she had never heard of it before.

"My own magic, the Divine Clone Technique." Yang An lied, "I can use my mind to control them. It's not difficult for me to use my mind to do nine things at once."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall was shocked. She murmured, "You said you can control these clones to do different things?"

"Of course." Yang An nodded and snapped his fingers.

One Yang An started cleaning, while another Yang An formed a magic circle. Yang An himself sat in front of the fireplace and continued drinking his unfinished morning tea.

Some took out magic books to prepare for class, and there was even a Yang An who put on a student's cloak and prepared to go to class.

The nine Yang Ans were all busy with their own things and did not disturb each other.

Seeing the two Yang Ans performing magic at the same time, Professor McGonagall's gaze gradually changed from confusion to shock and then to enthusiasm.

"Merlin, this is a miracle. This is incredible."

"How long can they keep this up? I mean what are the limits?"

Professor McGonagall was an expert in Transfiguration, but she definitely couldn't magically transform a pile of mud into something that looked exactly like the original.

"Maintain until my magic power runs out. As for the limitation, you can't be too far away from me, otherwise I will lose control. Casting spells also consumes my magic power."

Yang An's words did not surprise Professor McGonagall. In her opinion, it was natural to do so.

"If Professor McGonagall is willing, I can discuss this magic with you and teach you how to use it."

Yang An smiled and said that he had also been researching the combination of ninjutsu and magic over the years, and had finally successfully created the clone technique.

Of course, compared to its wood or sand transformation, there are too many limitations, and its power is greatly reduced.

But in the Harry Potter world where there has never been a technique of clones, this is already a super stunt.

"I'm very happy to do so." Professor McGonagall's attitude changed 180 degrees. She looked solemnly at Yang An's clones around her and nodded, "If you are willing to publish this original magic, you will definitely get the First Class Merlin Medal."

"maybe."

Yang An did not say much. Even if it was just a weakened and simplified version of the clone technique, not everyone could use it. Yang An estimated that the person who could do two things at once and have enough magic power to perform this magic must be at least a professor.

"But gathering seven graders together would be very chaotic. I don't understand why you want to gather them together." Although Professor McGonagall was amazed at the new magic created by Yang An, she still shook her head and disapproved of it.

"No, they will be very quiet by then." Yang An shook his head.

Professor McGonagall looked at Yang An's confident look and said after a moment's hesitation, "I have to ask Headmaster Dumbledore for his opinion if he also thinks it is inappropriate."

"Then I will go to class according to the normal schedule."

After hearing this, Professor McGonagall nodded and left.

Yang An was the only one left in the living room. He snapped his fingers, and the avatars that were busy just now suddenly disappeared.

It is not easy to convince Professor McGonagall, but Yang An is not worried. As long as he has an open class, those strange and doubtful voices will naturally disappear.

Yang An continued to drink his morning tea leisurely.

It feels good not to have to go to class. I'll go talk to Professor Snape about alchemy and potions later.

But in the new semester, it seems that it's not just Professor McGonagall who comes.

The second class is over, and it's time for lunch. "Bang, bang, bang!"

A little brown-haired witch appeared at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Yang An, are you there?"

Hermione waited for a moment and was about to push open the classroom door and go in to take a look.

at this time.

"Hermione?"

A slightly surprised voice came.

Hermione responded by turning her head and saw that it was Naron who was standing in the corridor behind her.

"Nalon? What's going on?"

"I remember there is no Defense Against the Dark Arts class today. Why are you here?" After hesitating, Naron walked down the stairs and asked curiously.

"Of course I'm here to see Yang," Hermione said casually, not thinking there was anything wrong with it.

But Naron glared at her and said quickly, "Hermione, you shouldn't continue to contact Slytherin. If you are seen, your classmates will misunderstand you."

"Don't be ridiculous." Hermione rolled her eyes at Naron. "Yang is a teacher now. Don't you plan to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"This." Naron couldn't say it.

at this time.

"Yo, look who this is?"

Yang An's slightly surprised voice came from behind the two of them.

Hermione and Naron turned to look.

Yang An was walking over from the other end of the corridor.

Looking at Yang An, who was wearing a dark green suit and had a chic temperament, Hermione was delighted and walked up to him with a book in her arms, "Yang, I thought you were helping in the office."

"In fact, I also have to attend classes, especially Dean Snape's class." Yang An waved his hand, and an intermediate Potions textbook appeared in his hand.

"Why are you two here? I remember my class was on Wednesday."

Seeing Yang An's look, Nalong quickly moved to the side, lowered his head and stammered, "I was passing by here."

"Yang, I want to ask you something," Hermione said quickly.

"what?"

"It's about study. Can I go in and talk about it?" Hermione hesitated and didn't say it directly in front of Naron.

"Okay then," Yang An agreed, looking at Nalong, "Do you want to consult too?"

“No, no, no.” Nalong didn’t know why he didn’t dare to breathe in front of Yang An. Yang An didn’t say anything, but Nalong just felt a sense of awe towards him.

"I'm leaving first." Nalong said, and turned away.

"What's wrong with him?" Yang An turned his head to look at Hermione in confusion.

"Maybe your intimidation is a little too great." Hermione said helplessly.

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Yang An shook his head, and didn't care about Nalong. He pushed open the door of the classroom and made a request to Hermione.

Hermione didn't hesitate and walked in quickly.

The teacher's dormitory behind the classroom.

In the living room.

Hermione walked in and was very surprised. "My God, why has this place changed so much? I feel like I can hardly recognize it."

When Lupin was here, this place was gray and messy, with various materials that Lupin used for teaching piled up.

Looking at today's luxurious and mysterious style suites, there is almost no comparison between the two.

"What would you like to eat? Or drink?" Yang An pulled down his coat, revealing a slim black shirt, and turned to look at Hermione.

"It's all right." Hermione's mind was obviously not on eating or drinking.

"Then have a Coke and fried chicken." Yang An snapped his fingers.

Other people don't eat Muggle food, but Yang An eats it.

The house-elf was forced to keep his usual drinks on hand.

Yang An didn't have to wait long before a serving of hot fried chicken and a glass of iced cola came out.

"I didn't know teachers could order meals directly? Where do these meals come from?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Tell me what you want to ask first." Yang An interrupted Hermione, picked up the Coke and took a sip, and asked at the same time.

"Oh." Hermione finally thought of the important matter.

She hesitated, a little embarrassed, "It's like this, you know Rita Skeeter."

"Hmm." Yang An stared at Hermione, seeing through her little thoughts at a glance, "Do you want to contact Rita Skeeter?"

"That's right." Hermione nodded, rubbing her hands, and looking at Yang An expectantly, "We want to talk to her. If possible, we want her to retract the reports in the Daily Prophet, or prove that her reports are false."

Yang An smiled. "This is not easy to do. I don't think Ms. Rita Skeeter will agree to your request. If she knew you wanted to talk to her about this, she might even exaggerate it and say that you wanted to bribe or buy her off."

Hermione's thoughts were a little too naive.

Wanting Rita Skeeter to admit that what she wrote was fabricated is tantamount to wanting Rita Skeeter to dig her own grave.

She will definitely not agree to it.

"But what she said was indeed lies, not true." After hearing what Yang An said, Hermione realized that she had thought too simply.

But if they just let others misunderstand them, the reputations of Harry and Dumbledore would be ruined.

Seeing Hermione's face full of worry, Yang An picked up the fried chicken and gestured.

"I'm sorry I'm not hungry yet."

"Eat something." Yang An persuaded with a smile, "Maybe I can help you think of a solution."

Hearing this, Hermione's pretty face, which had been slightly frowned with worry, suddenly raised a little surprise, "Really?"

"Well, it may not be effective. I can ask the Birmingham company to contact Ms. Rita Skeeter and ask her to rewrite a report. Maybe it can correct some of the previous one-sided views."

Yang An waited for Hermione to pick up a piece of fried chicken, then he picked up a piece himself and spoke slowly.

"That's great." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe you can let go of my hand." Yang An said softly.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then she let go of Yang An's hand subconsciously as if she had been electrocuted, and her pretty face turned red.

"I'm sorry."

In a solitary environment, the atmosphere is also quietly changing.

"How should I thank you?" Hermione said with her head down, secretly observing Yang An.

(End of this chapter)