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Chapter 200

After class, Lin Bei went to the principal's office immediately.

“I think there’s a lot of problem with Hogwarts’ teaching methods.” Lin Bei casually sat down in front of the wall covered with portraits.

Looking at the chocolate in front of him that looked like cockroaches crawling around, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Don't be so angry~ How about you try this?" Dumbledore said, picking up a pile of cockroaches that were constantly shaking their legs.

Watching Dumbledore take a bite out of the pile of cockroaches that burst open.

Lin Bei's eyelids twitched incessantly. He genuinely couldn't understand Dumbledore's taste. Didn't he find it disgusting?

"How can there be a student who has studied magic for two years but can't even cast a single spell? Dumbledore, I don't want my future subordinates to just be here for show."

“Professor Lin, the third-year students are all wizards who have passed their second-year final exams. It’s impossible for them not to be able to cast a single spell.” Dumbledore said with a smile, unconcerned. “Please trust Hogwarts’ teaching abilities. Perhaps those young wizards are just a little nervous because it’s their first time facing this situation.”

"You mean it's a problem with their own mindset? Hogwarts students can have mindset problems too!"

Lin Bei picked up a glass of sweet drink that had just been brought to him and took a sip.

I couldn't help but frown. This sweet drink was way too sweet. If I drank it often, I'd probably get four plus signs of diabetes.

"Alright. I'm not really suited to your magic system, so how about we just go with my method?"

Dumbledore said indifferently, "Then do it your way. Times are changing."

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses slightly and continued, "Actually, wizards nowadays can live very well even without great strength after leaving school."

"In this era, everyone can always find their own shining points in different fields."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "But the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts is still there, which means that Voldemort is not completely dead."

A new round of war is not far off.

What ability will those wizards who excel in other fields have to protect themselves then?

We should address the root of the problem directly and allow those wizards to continue living in peace.

"Oh ho~" Lin Bei leaned back in his chair and said, "This isn't really like you, Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore smiled wryly, then shook his head with a sigh, took off his glasses, and carefully wiped them.

"Sometimes, the 'mysterious man's death' that people talk about is just self-deception. In fact, many people know the truth, but even more people enjoy this false peace while deceiving themselves."

The decline of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts over the past few decades has had a significant impact on the wizarding world here.

"And your people also gave me new ideas."

Little Tom is no match for Grindelwald.

Lin Bei scoffed, "To make such an idiot a great demon whose name you dare not even mention, you really have something going for you."

"Don't say that. Voldemort was quite intelligent when he was young," Dumbledore smiled.

Lin Bei shrugged. "Anyway, it's just a deal."

Also, I've already dealt with one of Tom's Horcruxes.

Hogwarts also hides another Horcrux, and it's up to you to find it.

Dumbledore said dejectedly, "I'm over a hundred years old. Are you interested in the Philosopher's Stone?"

Lin Bei wasn't very interested in the magic stone.

The two most famous effects of the Philosopher's Stone are creating elixirs of immortality and turning stones into gold.

Lin Bei wasn't interested in either of these effects.

It's not the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

Lin Bei is a life form that is immortal.

In addition to continuously increasing power to achieve immortality.

Finding fun has become an important part of Linbei's life.

As for turning lead into gold, that's even more unnecessary.

Lin Bei can create ordinary gems with his own power, and with a little more effort, he can also mass-produce low-end magic gems.

Once wealth reaches a certain level, it becomes nothing more than a string of dull and boring numbers.

Lin Bei has absolutely no interest in money now!

There may be many other strange effects, but they are of little help to Lin Bei.

If it were thrown in front of Lin Bei, he might be somewhat interested in bending down to pick it up, but as a bargaining chip, he wasn't very interested in it.

Lin Bei stood up and said, "Sorry, I have absolutely no interest! Besides, I'm older than you."

Besides, sometimes stretching your muscles is good for your health.

Lin Bei walked to the door, then suddenly turned back and said, "Let me give you a hint, Ravenclaw."

On the morning of the third day after school started, Ron welcomed his long-awaited first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester left a considerable psychological scar on Harry, Harry, and his friends.

Who would have thought that their professor was Voldemort?

Ron, who had already gotten used to life at Hogwarts, got out of bed early for the first time ever, pulled Harry over the steps that would suddenly disappear, and was the first to arrive at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Ron, why did we come so early?" Harry kept yawning and complaining. "If you ask me, we should have slept in a little longer."

Fred and George both told me that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can only teach us for a year at most, so we don't have to do that.

Look, there's no one here now.

As they spoke, the two pushed open the door and walked into the classroom.

Sure enough, it was just the two of them.

“That’s not true, Harry!” Ron immediately retorted. “Professor Lin is handsome and powerful, and he’s not afraid of Voldemort.”

During the holidays, he temporarily stayed in the humble abode, and at that time he also...

Ron quickly covered his mouth, glancing guiltily at Harry, who looked a little sleepy.

Fortunately, Harry only heard the first half of his sentence and exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe it! There are other wizards besides me who aren't afraid of him!"

While the two were talking, another young wizard walked into the classroom carrying a large pile of books.

This is a little witch with messy, thick brown hair and big front teeth, making her look like an enlarged beaver.

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley!"

Seeing that Harry and Ron had arrived at the classroom before her, the little witch said angrily, "You two didn't wait for me!"

"Wait a minute! You guys are up so early!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "Are these really the Harry and Ron I know?!"

“You mean it’s impossible for the two of us to get to the classroom early, Granger?” Ron puffed out his chest.

It was his idea to come to the classroom early, and seeing Hermione's incredulous expression, he felt a surge of satisfaction.

“Oh, that’s not what I meant.” Hermione said, slamming the large stack of books she was carrying onto the first desk closest to the podium.

“I’m just a little surprised. Harry, you know how hard Ron is to wake up.”

Ron felt a little embarrassed, but stubbornly retorted, "I was just cursed! Yes, the Hogwarts blankets cursed me!"

Just then, Harry tugged at him.

Ron looked up and saw a listless figure walk in.

"Is this the handsome Professor Lin you were talking about? He looks so unreliable," Harry muttered under his breath.

“Professor Lin Bei wouldn’t be that weak…” Ron said, also somewhat unsure of the situation.

Somewhat bewildered, she said, "But Professor Lin wasn't like this at the opening banquet the night before last!"

After Ron finished speaking, he sniffed and said, "Harry, can you smell a very strong and fragrant aroma? It smells a bit like lamb."

“I smell it too, and I think I know what it is,” Harry whispered. “It must be the smell of an oriental hot pot.”

When my uncle's family took me to the zoo, we passed by one of their families on the way.

“It doesn’t seem like the smell is coming from Professor Lin,” Ron said, looking up at the ceiling. “It seems like the smell is coming from upstairs.”

As the young wizards arrived at their classrooms, the Hogwarts clock tower rang with a melodious school bell.

Lin Bei spread out his lesson plan and, as if receiving a poor signal, spoke to the students in fits and starts:

"Good morning, everyone. I am the new, newly appointed, hehehehe... Professor."

Today I'm here to...to give you...a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Harry's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Ron.

For the past two days, Ron has been boasting about Professor Lin's prowess.

Ron also looked at the dejected 'Lin Bei' in disbelief, as if his worldview had been greatly shocked.

Ron, who had been enduring the aroma for a long time, finally couldn't resist and raised his hand.

After reading aloud for a long time, Lin Bei looked at Ron and asked, "Ron, is there something you need?"

"Professor Lin, I'll just assume you're Professor Lin for now!"

"I want to know why it's not the real Professor Lin Bei giving us lessons." Ron mustered his courage and finished the sentence in one breath, then looked nervously at 'Lin Bei'.

Hearing Harry's question, the young wizards in the classroom also looked at 'Lin Bei' with curiosity.

Although the course was rather dry, it was much better than the previous Professor Quirrell.

It includes at least a practical component and teaches how to counteract the curse.

Lin Bei stood there blankly for several minutes, seemingly unable to process what was happening, before finally mechanically replying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

After that, Lin Bei ignored Ron and began to teach diligently.

Of course, his so-called lectures consisted of stumbling over and reciting the contents of the textbook and lesson plan. Then, following the instructions in the lesson plan, he would call on students in a certain row and number to answer questions, or unleash curses.

As for Ron's noise in class, it was treated as if he hadn't seen it, so naturally no Gryffindor points were deducted.

This attracted the attention of many students in the classroom.