Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Dumbledore walked to the window, leaned against the windowsill and looked into the distance.

Snape also walked aside and looked at the blue sky outside the window, the green forbidden forest in the distance, and some little wizards on the lawn.

"Snape, you're getting a little old now, and you find that you're not as decisive as you were when you were young. You think too much." Dumbledore said with some emotion.

"By the way, is there anything unusual with Lockhart?"

"Nothing unusual." Snape thought about it carefully and shook his head. "However, he has been a little concerned about the whereabouts of the mysterious man recently and asked me about it before."

Hearing this, Dumbledore nodded to show that he understood.

It is very likely that Lockhart had the idea to investigate because of what happened between Harry and Quirrell last year.

Given his personality, it's quite normal.

"Snape, there is something I would like to hear your advice on." Dumbledore said gently, "Lockhart mentioned to me before that he wanted to apply for a first or second class medal of the Order of Merlin through meditation."

"what do you think?"

Hear Dumbledore ask for his advice regarding Lockhart.

Snape looked at Dumbledore deeply and said slowly: "Albus, since you have come to me for advice, I believe you should have the answer in your heart."

"I won't say much, just follow your ideas."

He knew how strong-willed Dumbledore was.

A few words would not make any difference to his decision. Now he was asking me questions just to get my confirmation.

After hearing Snape's reply, Dumbledore was silent for a moment and nodded.

Regarding this matter, based on his experience, Lockhart should be steady and not be too anxious.

He is already in the limelight now, and now he has received recognition from the Merlin Band.

The fire is too strong and you may easily burn yourself.

Don't be too hasty in doing things. If you are too hasty, the pure-blood family will easily find your flaws.

It is better to wait for time to slowly ferment. When the effect of meditation is truly revealed, then a first-class Order of Merlin medal will be easily obtained.

At this moment, suddenly...

"Albus, how far are you willing to go in dealing with You-Know-Who?"

Dumbledore heard Snape asking him the question, thought for a moment, and said softly: "Order is above all else."

"I will not allow another bloodbath to befall the wizarding world."

"Even if it costs my life."

.........

Night, Hogsmeade, The Hog's Head Inn.

The bar is particularly lively at night, probably because people are tired after a day's work and want to let off some steam.

Or, there are generally fewer entertainment activities at night, so getting together with friends to chat and drink is a good option for businesses.

Outside the bar, the moonlight shone on the street, but it still seemed a little dim.

The interior of the bar was extremely bright, with a large number of wizards sitting together, drinking happily.

"I'm not bragging. When I was young, I fought off two Death Eaters by myself. If they hadn't supported me, I would have captured them directly."

"Haha, Willy, you've mentioned this at least a hundred times. Come on, have a drink."

“Yes, drink.”

"I won't go home until I'm drunk today. I'll drink three cups first, just to show my appreciation. You guys can do whatever you want."

Gudu! Gudu!

At a table on the left side of the bar, a middle-aged wizard drank three glasses in a row. With a slightly red face, he turned his glass over towards everyone, indicating that he had finished it all.

"You are worthy of being called Willy the Wine. Of all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, I'm afraid Moody can't compare to you in terms of drinking capacity."

"Haha, Moody, I don't like drinking with him. Every time I drink, even every glass of wine, he has to cast a spell to check if it's poisonous. At the same time, he shouts out his catchphrase from time to time - stay alert at all times!"

"Drinking with him is really boring."

"Ah, let's not talk about Moody, it's a killjoy, let's drink, drink."

The wizard at the side raised his glass and spoke loudly.

Gudu! Gudu!

Everyone drank a few more glasses and started chatting again.

"Have you tried that meditation method? How effective is it?"

"Speaking of this meditation method, I have to talk to you about Lockhart. We were students in the same class. Although I was in Gryffindor and he was in Ravenclaw, our relationship was still quite good."

Willy started to brag again: "For this meditation method, I have to give props to my old classmate Lockhart."

"My friend's child was diagnosed with a dud not long ago, and they were hopeless."

"Later, I turned things around with the help of meditation. It's a good thing. It's really a good thing."

"Come, let's have a drink to my old classmate Lockhart."

The wizards on the side looked at each other, chuckled, and did not expose Willy's lies.

He directly picked up the wine glass and said, "Come on, let's drink."

The purpose of drinking is to have fun.

After drinking it, as soon as I fell down, all the previous worries and stress were forgotten.

Being happy is the most important thing.

Gum!

"Willy, have you received any news about Lockhart from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well, I heard that Minister Fudge wanted to commend Lockhart, but I don't know if it's true or not. It seems that the pure-blood family said something, and the matter was dropped."

"is it?"

“It shouldn’t be fake…”

“…”

Ian, who was sitting not far away, heard the praise of his mentor and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

As one of his mentor's most valued students, he naturally felt proud.

But when he heard some bad things about his mentor, or things about the pure-blood family, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

What the mentor said was not wrong. Whether the Squibs wanted to become wizards or promote a new magic system, the pure-blood family was the biggest obstacle.

But Ian didn't think too much about it, because...

"Ian, congratulations on becoming a wizard."

His former boss, Aberforth Dumbledore, came over with two glasses of fire whiskey, sat down at his desk, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are lucky. You are very suitable for the meditation method that Lockhart is studying."

"Come on, Ian, try some of my fire whiskey. It's my treat today."

Hearing the familiar voice of the boss, Ian showed a grateful smile on his face and said quickly: "Thank you, boss. Fire whiskey is your specialty. I must try it."

"Thank you for your care over the years, otherwise my life would be filled with darkness."

As he spoke, Ian reached out and took out a black gift box and pushed it in front of Aberforth.

He was very grateful to Aberforth and was very fortunate to have met him at the lowest point in his life.

Otherwise, Ian might be just a beggar on the street, or even a corpse.

When Aberforth saw the black gift box in front of him, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, kid, it's enough to know that you have this intention. There's no need to say so many words of thanks. I don't like to hear them. We are not outsiders."

"As for the gifts, you are still in the initial stage, so don't spend too much. You should know that after you become a wizard, the cost will not be less."

"Boss, please accept it. It's not expensive. It's just a bottle of magic recovery potion."

Seeing that his boss seemed to want to refuse, Ian quickly said.

After hearing Ian's introduction, Aberforth accepted it.

Looking at Ian across from him, Aberforth asked with concern: "Ian, you seem to be much more confident than before."

"How have you been this month? And how did you become a wizard?"

Aberforth, being a perceptive man, could easily see that Ian's mental state had changed.

Ian used to be a little gloomy because of the death of his parents, but now he is full of energy.

Probably stemming from being a wizard, this is really exciting news.

Hearing the curiosity in Aberforth's words, Ian smiled and said slowly, "Boss, I'm living a good life and found a very suitable job."

"As for becoming a wizard, didn't I hear that Professor Lockhart has developed a meditation method that can turn a Squib into a wizard?"

"I participated in the selection at that time. Although I was not selected as a research assistant, Professor Lockhart was very kind. I wrote to him to ask for advice on meditation. He was not stingy and told me directly. He also shared some precautions for practice."

"As for me, my talent for meditation is pretty good. I got the hang of it pretty quickly. So, now I am also a wizard."

Ian briefly introduced his fabricated experience, and Aberforth had no doubts. He nodded and said, "It seems that Lockhart is a good person. He is worthy of being a professor at Hogwarts."

"Yes, Professor Lockhart is a good man."

Hearing Aberforth praising his mentor, a smile appeared on his face and he said in agreement.

"Come on, Ian, stop chatting and try some Firewhisky."

As he spoke, Aberforth raised the fire whiskey in front of him, and Ian quickly raised it as well and touched it lightly.

After taking a sip of the fire whiskey and feeling the explosion of the liquor in his mouth, Ian opened his mouth slightly, exhaled a mouthful of hot waves, and a relieved expression appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Aberforth smiled and asked.

"Tell me, you didn't come to the Hog's Head Bar just to thank me today, did you? Is there anything else?"

After hearing this, Ian smiled and quickly said flatteringly: "It seems that nothing can be hidden from the boss's discerning eyes."

"This time I want to ask you for some information. How much do you know about the Frank family among the pure-blood families?"

He came to the Hog's Head Inn today, on the one hand, to see Aberforth and express his gratitude.

On the other hand, it is for revenge for his parents.

Having worked at the Hog's Head for many years, he knew the nature of the place very well and also knew how well-informed his boss Aberforth was.

And through some traces and clues, he has identified the family of the murderer who hurt his parents.

That is the Frank family.

But Ian still has no idea who the murderer is.

As for the Frank family, he once consulted his mentor Rohart, but did not obtain much valuable information.

Therefore, I can only ask my boss for advice.

"Frank family." Hearing Ian's question, Aberforth muttered to himself, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Ian revealed a bit of complexity.

He naturally knew what Ian wanted most in these years?

But for a Squib, even if the other party has just become a wizard.

To Ian, the Frank family is like a mountain. Wanting to fight against them, or even kill the adult wizards from the pure-blood family, is simply like trying to stop a chariot with an arm by the side. To put it bluntly, it is seeking death.

"Yes, boss, you must know something. Can you tell me about it?" Ian said with a very earnest look.

And Aberforth, seeing Ian's pleading expression, sighed inwardly, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"Ian, I can tell you something about the Frank family."

"But you have just become a wizard, and you have great talent. Don't go astray."

"We'll talk about everything after we become stronger."

Hearing Aberforth's words that were obviously persuasive, Ian nodded slightly to show that he understood, and then stared closely with his eyes full of expectation.

Seeing this, Aberforth was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and then he said, "The Frank family, as one of the pure-blood families, even though it has declined in recent years, its strength should not be underestimated."

"He is not only a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, but also has considerable influence in the Ministry of Magic. Someone in his family even followed the You-Know-Who."