Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Chapter 283: First meeting with Grindelwald (4900)

Nurmengard, castle study.

Gettle Grindelwald, with white hair and wearing a dark blue windbreaker, stretched out his wand and lightly tapped the opposite wall.

A silent transformation spell was quietly released, and a huge mirror immediately appeared on the wall in front of him.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel a little old and have messy white hair.

Grindelwald seemed to be somewhat emotional.

Then, gently wipe your hands from both sides of your face upwards, covering the top of your head.

In an instant, the messy white hair began to become clean and smooth, then slowly stood up. At the same time, the slightly old face began to regain its youth.

Looking at the familiar face in the mirror, Grindelwald showed a look of reminiscence on his face, and soon, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

Immediately, he called out softly, "Nubi."

In an instant, the eagle Nubby standing nearby flapped its wings, soared into the air, and landed on Grindelwald's shoulder.

At the same time, his eyes were staring straight at himself in the mirror, as if he was curious, or narcissistic.

I actually look like this - fierce, agile, and majestic!

When Grindelwald saw the look on the eagle's face, the corners of his mouth curled up.

This eagle is a magical creature that I cultivated out of boredom during the years of self-imprisonment.

He incorporated the transformation magic he had studied over the years into this eagle.

Give it the ability to change into various forms.

It is a superb work.

but...

There is something to do today.

Immediately, with a gentle wave of his hand, the mirror was redrawn into a wall, and the eagle Nooby stood on Grindelwald's shoulder.

Then...

With a slight fluctuation of magical power, Grindelwald's originally black pupil of the right eye gradually turned into silver-white.

At the same time, in his field of vision, dense silk threads of various colors appeared above the entire castle, or rather the entire Nurmengard.

Red, green, yellow, black and other colors are mixed together.

These threads of different colors, made of pure magic, move along strange trajectories, forming one complex rune pattern after another that keeps changing.

It enveloped the entire Nurmengard, as if preventing someone from leaving.

Seeing this, Grindelwald showed a scornful smile on his face.

It has been forty or fifty years. This shows how much they look down on him to think that a magic can trap him forever.

As early as 30 years ago, he could come and go freely.

It's just that I'm discouraged and don't want to go out again.

Because even if I go out, it’s meaningless. The future cannot be changed and everything is destined.

but...

Gilderoy Lockhart, a man who does not exist in the future, produces a study of magic that does not exist in the future.

And the increasingly chaotic future it brings.

It was enough to awaken his long-forgotten heart.

All for the greatest good!!!

"Nubi." Grindelwald called out again, and the eagle Nubi seemed to sense something.

As Grindelwald walked out of the study, his shape began to change, gradually turning into an owl.

At the same time, with every step Grindelwald took, his appearance began to change, gradually turning into another middle-aged wizard.

Walk out of the study, stand on the top of the castle, and look at the magic seal in the sky.

Grindelwald stretched out his wand and gently moved it. In the sliding trajectory, small balls of blue flames emerged, just like the Fiendfyre, but there were differences.

next moment...

call!

The tiny blue flame expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped Grindelwald and Noob on his shoulder.

Then, with a whoosh, the flame expanded again and then disappeared, taking Grindelwald's figure with it.

.........

Hogsmeade, London.

call!

A ball of blue flame suddenly appeared, but the wizards around seemed not to see it and just walked past it sideways.

The next moment, the blue flame disappeared, Grindelwald's body emerged, and then slowly walked forward.

There was no expression of abnormality on the faces of the wizards around him, as if Grindelwald had always been there.

At this moment, Grindelwald looked at the lively and familiar environment around him with a smile on his face, but a hint of indifference could still be seen in his eyes.

What’s the point of a stagnant wizarding world?

Soon, Grindelwald walked to the Hog's Head Inn.

He took a look at the plaque above, as if he had thought of something, his eyes changed slightly, and he went straight in.

After entering the bar, he looked at Aberforth Dumbledore who was busy at the bar with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Then, he turned his sight and saw a portrait of a young girl hanging on the inner wall. His eyes were slightly touched and he couldn't help muttering to himself: "Ariana..."

While he was reminiscing, Grindelwald suddenly felt a gaze staring at him.

Even at a glance, the other party raised his glass and nodded slightly to him.

This person is...Gilderoy Lockhart, the founder of meditation, the unpredictable man.

At this moment, Lockhart saw the familiar owl Nubby on the shoulder of the middle-aged wizard in the distance, and vaguely sensed a dangerous aura from the other party's body.

I understood instantly that the other party might be... a prophet!

Immediately, he raised the butterbeer on the table and nodded.

Then, he watched the prophet walking slowly, seemingly slowly but actually fast, and there was no wizard blocking his way, as if they were avoiding him subconsciously.

Seeing this scene, Lockhart's eyes narrowed, and then he smiled.

He said to the prophet who was already sitting in front of him: "Hello, Mr. Prophet. I have been looking forward to this meeting for a long time."

After hearing this, Grindelwald smiled and said meaningfully: "Me too... I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

As for Lockhart, there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes. The other party's tone was obviously different from what he had imagined.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he continued, "Mr. Prophet, what would you like to drink?"

"Butterbeer, how about that?"

Hearing this, Grindelwald said: "No, come to the Hog's Head."

"Of course, we have to taste the specialty of the owner of the Hog's Head Bar - Fire Whiskey!"

Immediately, he called out to the bartender beside him, "Give me a glass of fire whiskey."

Then, he looked at Lockhart and said, "Professor Lockhart, do you want to try the bar owner's specialty?"

After hearing this, Lockhart smiled and shook his head to refuse.

Then he said to the waiter next to him: "Put the cost of the wine on my account. It's my treat today."

After hearing this, Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, as if he had heard Lockhart's emphasis on who was the host and who was the guest.

Then he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, Professor Lockhart."

"Mr. Prophet," Lockhart asked, seemingly curious, but in fact tentatively, "From what you just said, it seems that you have been to the Hog's Head before, and you are very familiar with it?"

"Indeed, I know the boss here very well." Grindelwald nodded with a smile.

After hearing this, Lockhart thought to himself.

He knew that the boss here was Headmaster Dumbledore's younger brother.

Being very familiar with his younger brother, does that mean that he is also very familiar with Dumbledore? That is hard to say, but we can only say that this is a possibility.

However, it seems impossible to make a judgment based on just this little information.

With a flash of thought in mind, Lockhart smiled and continued to test, "Mr. Prophet, what is your name?"

"When I saw your name on the envelope before, I thought you were a wizard who specialized in divination. But from the content of the letter, I learned that you have done such in-depth research on ancient runes."

"Professor Lockhart, please continue to call me the Prophet." Grindelwald replied with a smile: "You guessed right, I do have some good research in divination."

"Oh." Lockhart seemed a little surprised: "I see. To be honest, I am quite curious about divination."

"I once spoke to Professor Trelawney, who teaches Divination at Hogwarts."

"Unfortunately, I don't have much talent in this area."

After hearing this, Grindelwald said with emotion: "Indeed, divination relies heavily on talent."

"But as a fortune teller, I feel that the unknown is the best choice."

Lockhart looked a little strange when he heard the prophet's somewhat Versailles words.

What does it mean that the unknown is the best choice?

According to his logic, it is best for him not to know the future plot.

Afterwards, the two chatted about those few things.

Lockhart tried to probe the other party's identity, but was skillfully circumvented by the other party.

At the same time, the bartender also brought a plate.

In the wine glass in the middle of the plate was blue liquid with a bright blue flame burning on it. It was the fire whiskey.

"Sir, please enjoy your meal." The waiter skillfully took out the wine glass and placed it on the table, saying respectfully.

"Okay." Grindelwald nodded and uttered a word coldly.

He didn't really dislike duds, they were simply not of much value.

However, the future is not certain. The emergence of meditation has given this group of people hope again.

Lockhart was not surprised to see this, as the mainstream of the wizarding world looked down upon Squibs.

Especially the old monster in front of him, who looks middle-aged but is actually an old man who has lived for who knows how many years, has an indifferent attitude, which is very normal.

"Hmm." Grindelwald took a sip of the fire whiskey and said with emotion: "Sure enough, it's still a familiar taste."

Lockhart heard this and jokingly said, "It seems that Mr. Prophet has not been to the British wizard world for some time."

"Why don't you take this opportunity to have some fun again?"

"That's not necessary." Grindelwald refused directly: "I have already seen the familiar scenery, and I don't want to see some old friends."

After hearing what the other party said, Lockhart did not ask any further questions.

After all, the other party had clearly refused, so it would be a bit inappropriate for him to bring this up again.

So, let's take this opportunity to get down to business.

"Oh, in that case, it seems that Mr. Prophet came to the British Witch World this time with high expectations for my meditation method."

"I believe that meditation will not disappoint you, Mr. Prophet." Lockhart said after taking a sip of butterbeer.

"Yes, when I learned that Lockhart taught you and created the meditation method, it really gave me a huge surprise." Grindelwald seemed to say with some emotion.

"So what are you interested in?" Lockhart asked softly, "If possible, we can have a good chat."

After hearing the question, Grindelwald was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about the topic of the conversation.

at the same time...