Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

Because that year the alchemy professor retired from Hogwarts due to health reasons.

The alchemy professor that year did not serve a full year, but still relied on his excellent horoscope and managed to get the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to resign and go home in just half a semester.

The time came to the class of 1991, and Professor Quirrell was killed by Professor Kaisen. Although he deserved it, he was indeed dead.

And then this year.

Since Professor Kaisen's horoscope was much tougher than the previous Alchemy professor, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was almost killed before he officially took office.

Specifically, it means burying Lockhart headfirst in the ground. This means that even if it is not snowing or raining, any passing bird that comes over to use the toilet will fall directly into the ground.

In this way, a logically complete and fascinating version of the Hogwarts campus legend was passed down by every little wizard.

Until two funny guys compiled it into a document.

Yes, the Weasley twins.

To be honest, the packaging files they used for their papers were not as sophisticated as today's.

The documents contained the cause and effect, a forged history of Hogwarts, various unofficial histories, and even the testimonies of ghosts and professors, which were of course also forged.

In short, it was this document that was pushed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office through the crack in the door.

Lockhart picked it up, thinking it was an anonymous love letter from the little witch.

He used a letter opener to cut the wax seal, ready to enjoy the feeling of being pursued and admired, but then he saw this troubling thing...

Lockhart's face, originally a healthy, rosy pale pink, had somehow turned into a frighteningly pale color at this moment.

After all, Lockhart was a Ravenclaw, and normally he wouldn't be frightened by such a fabricated campus legend.

Unfortunately, poor Lockhart was born too late. By the time he entered school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts position had already been cursed by Voldemort.

Only then did he find the dusty memories. From the time he entered school to the time he graduated, he had actually changed seven Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

And the alchemy professor is indeed the old Deng who just retired two years ago.

"............It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

Lockhart looked at the parchment letter in his hand, which was wet with sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but make his own contribution to global warming.

After a full minute of silence, Lockhart slowly stood up. It wasn't about any other issues.

But his legs, which had just been numb, finally regained some feeling.

Dragging his legs with no signal and the TV showing snowy spots, poor Professor Lockhart moved step by step towards the principal's office, gnashing his teeth.

At this moment, he strongly suspected that he had been tricked by Dumbledore.

Just like this time last year, a certain alchemy professor had the same idea as him.

"Dumbledore!"

Lockhart walked into the headmaster's office rashly and sat in the chair opposite Dumbledore.

At this time, his hair, which he had carefully sprayed with hairspray in the morning, was already wet and stuck tightly to his scalp due to the absorption of sweat.

He gave the letter to Dumbledore.

"Is this true?"

Dumbledore picked up the letter and read it from beginning to end...

"You're a Ravenclaw, how could you believe such nonsense?"

"But... I've never seen a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who taught for more than a year." Lockhart said stiffly.

"Believe me, Lockhart, this is all nonsense..." Dumbledore said slowly.

"But...how can I trust you!" Lockhart said tremblingly.

"Oh... don't worry about that. I am the headmaster. Of course I have a way to make you believe me." Dumbledore said as he took out his Elder Wand from his sleeve.

ten minutes later...

Lockhart walked out of the headmaster's office. After Dumbledore's friendly persuasion, he finally believed the nonsense that the professors of Alchemy and Defense were in conflict.

Until he found a black leather notebook at the corner of the corridor on his way back to his office...

Chapter 82 Professor, I want to learn alchemy!

[So...you are my...senior?]

Lockhart took a quill and wrote these words on the page.

[Yes, I enrolled in 1938. So, according to the chronological order, I am indeed your senior.]

Lockhart scratched his nose with the feather of his quill. He still asked the question that Dumbledore had not answered clearly and even wanted to make him ignore by using the Memory Charm and the Confusion Charm.

However, Dumbledore had not anticipated that he was not completely useless. In fact, in some sense, he was too smart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to plagiarize other people's experiences in the magic world for so many years without being caught... just once.

In short, after he left the principal's office and realized that he was under the Confusion Spell, he directly cast an Obliviate spell on himself, making his brain forget the impact of the Confusion Spell on him. This is also an advanced application of the Obliviate Spell.

However, this also has a disadvantage, which is that it makes him recall the fear of being dominated by the legends of the Hogwarts campus.

So much so that he picked up his pen and asked directly to this senior from a distant time and space: "There's a legend at Hogwarts that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the Alchemy professor are at odds. Is this true? Only one of the two professors will survive by the end of the semester?"

Why do you think so?

[Because I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and since I was in school until now, I have never seen a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can serve for two consecutive years... And... And last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is dead. He died before he even took the final exam.]

Tom Riddle in the book was a little confused. In short, he didn't understand, but he was shocked. He could believe such a ridiculous rumor and could also see that the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he was talking to was a complete fool.

In short... it's exploitable.

【Don’t be afraid of what I’m going to say.】

When Lockhart saw these words appear on the pages of the book, his heart instantly rose to his throat.

Is this true?

【............Yes.】

Lockhart lost all his strength and means and leaned back in his chair helplessly.

【but...】

[Hmm?] He sprang up again like a spring, his eyes fixed on the page in front of him.

"When I was in school, there was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was my mentor and we were very close. He had a way to resist that curse, but he eventually retired due to old age and left Hogwarts instead of being defeated by the curse."

"You know?" Lockhart wrote quickly.

"As I said, he is my mentor, we are very close, and I know everything he knows."

[Senior, can you (cross out) tell me this method? ]

[It's very simple. Before that alchemy professor defeats you, you should take the initiative to defeat him, then perform a ritual magic.]

Tom Riddle in the book had already figured out how to trick the idiot professor he was talking to into knocking out the alchemy professor in the middle of the night.

After all, according to what this idiot professor said, this alchemy professor is younger than him and has stronger magic power than him. And from his lies, it can be inferred that this alchemy professor should also be full of charisma, which is a perfect match for himself... In any case, he is much better than this idiot professor he is talking to.

Next, he only needs to use ritual magic to forcibly occupy the body of the alchemy professor and inherit his magic power.

Then, by extracting the vitality of the incompetent professor in front of him, the complete Lord Voldemort will return to his loyal Hogwarts.

[By defeat you mean...] Lockhart wrote expectantly.

Kill him with the Killing Curse. His body must not be damaged in the slightest and must be fresh enough.

【no! 】

Sweat once again beaded Lockhart's forehead.

Little Tom in the book was speechless and full of contempt for the idiot professor in front of him who had the intention but not the courage to do so.

"So what are you going to do? Wait until the end of the semester and get your arms and legs broken by the so-called curse, or die on the podium?"

[I...I won't...I won't kill anyone...No, I won't listen to you.] Lockhart tried to close the book with his shaking hands, and then saw another paragraph appear on the page.

[Not killing people is also possible. I have other methods.]

Lockhart was about to close the book when he stopped involuntarily.

【You say. 】

【............First of all, I need you to absolutely trust me.】

【...Can.】

【Okay... First, I want you to touch this book with both hands.】

Lockhart did as he was told, awaiting further instructions from within the pages.

【Then inject magic power into this book.】

Lockhart thought for a moment and then did as he was told.

And then...and then nothing more.

On the other side, the Alchemy Office.

"Oh my god, Merlin... Is this still an office?"

The moment Neville walked into the alchemy office, he looked at the giant machines protected by huge glass covers with a confused look on his face.

"Yeah, didn't I say last Christmas that I would redecorate my office? This is the result of the renovation." Kaisen was sitting by the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the office, and his voice came from afar.

Neville jogged for a while and finally arrived in front of the desk, panting.

"Professor, do you... do you walk this far every time you leave the office?"

"I teleport most of the time, and it's nice to exercise occasionally. During the holidays, I played ice hockey here with Lupin... the guy who was at Flourish and Blotts during the holidays. By the way, why didn't you come with your friends today?"

"I want to...Professor, I came here today because...could you please not tell them?"

"Okay." Kaisen nodded.

"Professor, I want to learn alchemy!" Neville said seriously.

"Actually, I anticipated this, but I still suggest you take my class in your third year. Alchemy is different from potions. Alchemy truly requires a strong magical foundation. Using second-year magic to do alchemy is somewhat... dangerous."

"Cedric is in fourth grade this year, right? He took my alchemy class with the fourth graders last year when he was in third grade, but he fell asleep in class. So, if you don't have enough magic power to study alchemy, there will be some unnecessary problems, especially for alchemy like mine that requires magic power."