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

to be frank.

Yang An was a little angry because he hadn't seen Penelope for half a summer vacation.

As the atmosphere in the office began to change subtly, the two fell into a brief silence.

Yang An looked at Hermione's rosy little face with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "Miss Granger, you are more charming than you think."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she heard that.

Her face blushed even more, but when she heard these frivolous words, Hermione did not feel any dislike or disgust.

On the contrary, her body felt a little soft. Looking at Yang An's charming face, Hermione couldn't help but move closer to him, just like a magnet being attracted to a magnet.

After the last kiss, this time it became easy.

Hermione gradually leaned towards Yang An, with a faint scent of gardenia wafting from her body, and finally the two kissed each other.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The confusion in Hermione's eyes grew more and more, and she became more and more proactive, just as she almost leaned into Yang An's arms.

Yang An unexpectedly pushed Hermione away a little.

When the two separated, there was a long, crystal-like thread on Hermione's lips.

"I think a gentleman's kiss is a perfect thank you gift, what do you think, Hermione?" Yang An casually pulled out a tissue and wiped Hermione's slightly swollen red lips.

Hermione's face flushed deeply. She looked at the smiling Yang An, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, as if she didn't expect that she would be pushed away.

At this moment, Hermione was like a frightened little rabbit, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and she stepped back in panic.

"Yes, that's right."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your relationship with Penelope."

Hermione didn't know what was wrong with her. She was not the kind of girl who liked to steal other people's boyfriends. Even before Yang An, Hermione had never thought about these matters between men and women.

It can only be said that Yang An left such a deep impression on Hermione during the summer vacation that Hermione was unable to extricate herself from him.

"Let's go back."

Yang An stood up and extended his hand to Hermione, whose cheeks were flushed and whose hair was even more messy, "Wait for my good news."

"Thank you." Hermione said softly with her head down.

"correct."

Before Hermione left, Yang An called Hermione again and waited for Hermione to turn her head away in confusion.

Yang An pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione's teeth.

"call out!"

When Hermione reacted, she felt a slightly sour taste in her teeth.

"Oh my god."

Hermione quickly pulled out the small mirror she always carried with her from her robe, which might be something every girl would not leave behind, and opened her mouth.

Sure enough, her front teeth, which had been protruding a little and were always jokingly called squirrel teeth, had retracted and were as neat and clean as her other teeth.

"My parents always don't want me to use magic to make my teeth smaller." Hermione whispered with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"But you look prettier this way. If you mind, I can..."

"Do not."

Before Yang An finished speaking, Hermione shook her head and gave Yang An a faint smile, "I like it very much."

Wait for Hermione to leave with a red face.

Yang An sat back in the armchair, stroking his chin and thinking carefully.

Hermione can only be said to be an unexpected adjustment, but unfortunately she is a little small. The reason why Yang An agreed to Hermione's request naturally has nothing to do with her beauty.

Hermione took the matter too lightly. Since Rita Skeeter had already issued the report and it had been circulated for so long, people would only see what they wanted to see.

At this time, even if she put an explanation in the newspaper, not many people would believe her because what she said was all fabricated.

Rumors spread much faster than the truth.

So this time.

Even if Rita Skeeter could redeem the image of Harry Potter, Dumbledore and Gryffindor a little, it would be dispensable.

Yang An might as well take advantage of the situation and do a favor. On the one hand, it would make Hermione and Harry Potter feel grateful, and on the other hand, it would be a response to Dumbledore's initiative to show goodwill.

In short, there are many twists and turns in this matter.

"Just let Bock handle it." Just like before, Yang An did not directly limit the scope of his subordinates' performance, although there might be some unexpected consequences if he did not limit it.

But if his subordinates are strong enough, they can also bring some big surprises. Yang An is willing to trust Bock, Rita Skeeter, Lockhart and others.

That's right, Lockhart, who was seeking fame and fortune but was hit by his own curse and lost all his memories and became an idiot, was also recruited by Yang An.

To be honest, Lockhart and Rita Skeeter work together perfectly, two geniuses in the journalism industry.

Yang An quickly wrote a letter, stood up, took the envelope to the mirror, and threw it into the mirror.

Miraculously, the note was integrated directly into the mirror.

Disappeared quickly.

Time flies and it is Wednesday.

At this time, most students in Hogwarts knew that regardless of their grade or college, everyone's Defense Against the Dark Arts classes would be concentrated on this day.

This immediately caused a lot of controversy.

The Gryffindor students felt that Yang An was just like Lockhart, wanting to be in the limelight, but would definitely become a clown in the end.

The Slytherin students all unanimously supported Professor Yang An. Yes, Yang An now had a title of Professor Yang An.

As for the other two colleges, they received mixed reviews. In short, everyone wanted to see what different tricks Yang An could come up with.

The third class in the afternoon is after dinner.

All students did not have free movement, but stayed in groups of two or three in the auditorium, waiting for the open class of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Even Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Snape and other teachers chose to stay and watch.

After all, if Yang An encounters any teaching accident, they can also help out.

"Principal Dumbledore, do you think Yang can really handle so many students at once?" Professor McGonagall asked with some concern.

Looking at the noisy students discussing this matter, Dumbledore, who was sitting on the main seat, smiled slightly and was about to say something.

next moment!
"boom!"

There was a sound of flames exploding.

The flames of the candlesticks that were originally floating in the air suddenly exploded into fireballs at the same time, and finally merged into one to gather all the light.

This amazing move successfully attracted the attention of students and professors.

As they all raised their heads and looked towards the ceiling.

Looking at the fireball that looks like a small sun.

An almost invisible smile appeared on Professor Snape's cold face.

"Is he here?"

"It's Yang." "What does he want?"

Without any further suspense, the fireball in the air instantly dispersed into seven streams of fire, each of which transformed into a shape similar to a magical animal.

Fire dragons, phoenixes, giants, elves, centaurs, giant turtles and more.

Amid the students' exclamations, these lifelike magical creatures made of fire fell in every corner of the auditorium. For a moment, the fire dimmed, and the lights in the entire auditorium also dimmed.

Everyone held their breath and waited quietly.

"What is this?"

"Is it over?"

The noise gradually grew louder, but just then.

"Oh!"

Out of those seven balls of fire, one person actually walked out at the same time. All seven of them looked exactly the same, except for their clothes and eyes. They had the same appearance as Yang An.

Seeing this, Dumbledore, who had been smiling faintly, became more serious. He straightened his body and stared at Yang An who walked out from the other seven positions without blinking.

"Students, please go to my place of different colors according to your grade."

In front of the rostrum.

Yang An slowly emerged from the darkness.

Even the other professors nearby didn't understand how he appeared. In short, Yang An just appeared in front of everyone.

"What kind of magic is this?"

The students were shocked; they never thought that one person could become eight people.

"What kind of puppet is this?"

"It doesn't look like much."

With Yang An's help, most students followed his instructions and found their own queues in the order of rainbow colors.

About five or six minutes later, everyone found their respective teams.

“Ahem, very good, thank you all for your cooperation.” Yang An, wearing a black robe, stood at the front and smiled slightly at the people below.

"Perhaps my classmates are very interested in the clone magic I created, and they want to know whether it is true or not."

The students' attention was focused on Yang An in the center.

Yang An nodded seriously, "Yes, it's true."

"Merlin's beard. Does it really have a clone?"

"How do you sit like this? I want to learn it, too. If I learn it, can I ask my clone to help me go to class?"

"I'm so thoughtful, Krinus. Why don't you ask them to help you with your homework?"

Yang An waited for a moment, then clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"I will answer your questions in the next class. I will also teach this clone magic in the intermediate to advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts advanced classes."

"But now, let's focus on the first class of the new semester."

It has to be said that Yang An attracted the interest of all the little wizards below with just a few words, and even Harry Potter's eyes lit up.

Every little wizard has a dream about the art of clones, and every little wizard has his own plans in mind.

The Ravenclaw students thought they could learn more knowledge, the Gryffindor wizards thought they could use it to do their homework, and the brothers George and Fred looked at each other with shining eyes.

"We must learn this magic."

"——Yes, we must learn it so that we can try out more joke props."

Looking at Slytherin, Malfoy's eyes also sparkled, "This magic is too powerful, if I can learn it..."

The corner where Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were.

Dumbledore looked at the eight Yang Ans present, whose authenticity was hard to tell, and a hint of shock was revealed in his wise eyes.

"Principal Dumbledore, this is the magic I told you about a few days ago." Professor McGonagall lowered her voice and said, "This is simply a groundbreaking magic."

"I understand." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a trace of contemplation, and then he smiled, "It seems that my choice of Yang as the acting Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a good choice, isn't it?"

"Merlin's beard, this is incredible." Professor Flitwick almost pulled out a few strands of his beard, gesticulating and chattering, "Clone, my god, clone, this is something many wizards have dreamed of achieving. This kid should come to our Ravenclaw. To be honest, I must ask him how he did it."

But this seemed to anger Snape who was standing beside him. He glanced at Professor Flitwick and said, "I think my apprentice is destined to bring glory to Slytherin. What do you think, Professor Flitwick?"

"Okay, but I think this kid has a better talent for spells."

Dumbledore saw that the heads of his four colleges had begun to argue over this matter, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face, but at the same time he was also wary, deeply wary.

Now Dumbledore knew how Yang An could control the Birmingham company from afar while being in school.

To be honest, if Yang An had not demonstrated his control over the giant Birmingham Company during the summer vacation, even Dumbledore would not have associated him with the behind-the-scenes controller of the Birmingham Company.

"Yang, how much surprise do you have to bring to me, or are you really the one in the prophecy?"

Dumbledore let out a breath slowly and did not continue speaking, but the solemnity on his face could not be concealed.

On the podium.

Yang An has already started his first class.

"Students, do you know what is the most important thing when facing dark magic and defending against it?"

Yang An spoke in a loud voice, his voice echoing in the auditorium.

The students below were shocked by the spiritual power in Yang An's voice, and they all quieted down, staring straight at Yang An.

"Is it the speed of counterattack?"

Some students raised their hands hesitantly to answer.

"I think it's a defensive response method, which is also what we learn in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione quickly entered the state of a good student, but she still didn't dare to look directly at Yang An. Her little face was slightly flushed, perhaps because she thought of the scene in the classroom.

"Should it be courage?" Harry Potter also spoke hesitantly. Because of his curiosity about the art of clones, Harry Potter also became interested in this class and spoke with energy.

"You are all right." Yang An nodded, acknowledging what everyone said.

But the students all knew that he would definitely follow up with a "but".

As expected.

"But there is one most crucial thing, as Mr. Potter said, courage, or will!"

Yang An spoke softly, but his voice echoed all around.

"Willpower is the key to resist and even overcome."

"If you don't have a strong will, you will lose your composure when facing black magic or any attack. A person with a strong will can abandon fear and resist the attack of the Soul-Devouring Curse. This allows you to face the enemy's actions calmly!"

"So, I think the most important thing is a firm will, a strong will, and a will to believe that you can win!"

"But if you only have willpower but no way to defend yourself, it's futile, isn't it?" Hermione raised her hand.

Yang An looked at Hermione, and their eyes met.

Yang An nodded, "Then please ask Miss Granger to come forward and demonstrate it to everyone."

(End of this chapter)