Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Then, the two of them pulled up their sleeves and saw a golden dragon magic mark appear on their arms.

At the same time, a lot of information about the Golden Dragon Magic Mark emerged in the minds of the two.

Then, both of them had bitter looks on their faces.

It’s heartbreaking to kill someone!

The hatred between one's own family and the other party's parents.

If it falls into the hands of the other party, I'm afraid...

At the same time, Ian, with an excited look on his face, was thinking about how to deal with the Frank family.

Suddenly, the voice used by my mentor emerged in my mind.

"Ian, you are responsible for your own hatred and revenge. The Frank family is the first force I gave you. You should handle it yourself."

"I won't ask."

After the voice disappeared, Ian immediately raised his head and looked at his mentor Lockhart, gratitude flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded heavily.

Lockhart didn't care.

He had already known about Ian's knot, and brought him here today to resolve it.

Of course, Lockhart asked Ian to handle it by himself. Another meaning was that he wanted to see Ian's methods.

I want to see how he will treat his enemies after this period of training.

Those who only know anger will eventually return to the lower class.

The real revenge is...

Then Lockhart gave Ian a few instructions and turned to leave.

Since the power of the Frank family has been handed over to Ian, he naturally won't interfere.

The top combat forces and key figures have been taken down, and the others are just ants.

............

The Council of Elders, Vlad's secret room.

Although it is a closed secret room, there are fist-sized luminous pearls carved around the edges of the walls, emitting magical fluctuations.

Not only does it emit soft light, but it also forms strange ancient runes.

suddenly....

Just like breathing, the light emitted by the Night Pearl alternates between bright and dark, and the magic power fluctuates accordingly.

A large number of night-shining pearls gathered by magic power began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, a vague figure emerged in the middle of the secret room.

As the magic power continued to be consumed, the figure gradually solidified.

Soon, a clear face emerged, it was Vlad Travers.

Although Vlad's face looked normal at this moment, the magical aura emanating from his body had dropped significantly.

Hey!

After a week in the Forgotten Chamber, Vlad sighed heavily, especially when he saw the dim night-shining pearl.

This time, I didn't get any benefit at all. It was really a big loss for me.

The space was limited, and he could only rely on his talent to transform himself into a being similar to the concept of space in order to escape.

He escaped successfully, but wanted to transform back into his own body.

Not only does it take up a lot of energy, but also the vitality, mental strength and even soul potential are reduced.

When he thought of this, Vlad showed a sad look on his face.

Then, he walked to the desk on the left side of the secret room and waved his hand gently, and several potions appeared on the desk.

After taking it once, Vlad felt the changes in his soul and vitality.

call!

After a long time, Vlad let out a breath and felt that although his body had not reached its peak state, at least most of his inner self had recovered, and he still felt a little satisfied.

Afterwards, he pondered over what the next step for the Elders' Council would be.

Is it like he did more than a decade ago when facing Voldemort, using his spatial talent to build a spatial barrier, remaining hidden and watching how things develop?

Or... continue!

As his thoughts turned, he recalled Lockhart's talent for influencing space, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Then, he sat at the table and a quill appeared in his hand.

Wrote silently on the white paper on the table.

"Your Excellency, the Dark Lord."

"The Presbyterian Church..."

...........

Hogwarts, Headmaster's office.

"Snape, I heard that you have been traveling around the world recently. How do you feel about it?"

Hearing Dumbledore's teasing, Snape said unhappily: "What do you think?"

"Why don't you try it and see what it feels like to be teleported to any place around the world."

After hearing this, Dumbledore laughed and said, "If you have time, you must try it."

"I haven't planned a global trip for many years."

I saw the old man at the table laughing so frivolously that even his white beard was shaking constantly.

Snape was a little speechless, but still reminded lightly.

"Albus, this time, our enemies have a certain influence in various magical ministries around the world."

Snape said with a wave of his hand.

A triangle with a circle inside and a horizontal bar running through it appeared in mid-air.

It is the mark of the Witch Party, or the saint.

"I have investigated and found that this is the symbol of your old enemy, the Witch Party."

"I've seen many people wearing them when I was teleported."

Hearing this, Dumbledore also restrained the smile on his face.

After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Snape, this matter is none of your business."

"I want to ask."

"Is there any movement of the Death Eater mark on your arm?"

Hearing what Dumbledore said, Snape's face suddenly darkened.

His eyes were gloomy, as if he was thinking about something, and he said, "No, there is no unusual movement."

"You mean he..."

Before Snape could finish, Dumbledore nodded and said, "Yes, he has reappeared in the wizarding world and has even cursed and killed several wizards."

Hearing this, Snape fell silent. Did he know what Dumbledore meant?

After a moment, he said, "I'll go contact Lucius, Cain and the others."

"I'll tell you if I have any news."

In response, Dumbledore nodded slightly and continued speaking.

"Snape. There is one more thing I need to trouble you with."

"You said."

"Lockhart wants to open a wizard school recently. Can you help me find out which wizards he plans to recruit as teachers?"

Chapter 322 I declare: The Squib Wizarding School proposal is officially passed

Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot meeting room.

The Wizengamot is similar to a combination of the British Courts and Parliament.

When encountering difficult cases, they will seek help from the Wizengamot. At the same time, some major decisions also require the joint decision of Wizengamot members.

At this moment, a large number of Wizengamot members wearing red wizard robes and their friends were sitting on the seats on both sides of the stairs.

Most of the people sitting behind the stepped seats are less experienced members or magic researchers.

In the middle, most of them are pure-blood families.

Sitting in the front row is a pure-blood family or wizard who is well-known in the wizarding world.

For example...Dumbledore!

Opposite the many Wizengamot members, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge stood on the podium.

With a smile on his face, he looked at the Wizengamot members on both sides, listening to their discussions without making any response.

At this time, a large number of Wizengamot were communicating in low voices, and from time to time they cast their eyes on Dumbledore, who was sitting in the front row.

They came to the conference room today and naturally knew what the topic of today was.

I also know who the protagonist of today is.

One of the main characters is Albus Dumbledore, the world's greatest white wizard.

The other person has been the focus of discussion in recent years, especially recently - Gilderoy Lockhart, the founder of meditation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Rudy, how many years have passed since no wizard dared to propose to establish a wizard school? I remember that a bankrupt school was founded about 500 years ago, and it was disbanded within 10 years."

"Yes, the pen of acceptance, the book of admission, this is the guarantee for Hogwarts to monopolize the source of students in the British wizarding world. Without students, the school would be meaningless."

"But this time, Hogwarts might really be in trouble. Squibs don't seem to be within the detection range of the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission."

"......"

"What do you think Lockhart is thinking? Opening a school costs money, and most Squibs don't have many Galleons at home. How many years can he last?"

"Don't doubt this. If Lockhart is more frugal this time, he can at least last five years. I heard that he got a lot of resources from the Malfoy, Parkinson and other families this time."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what do you think Lockhart did this for?"

"........."

"Albus, what do you think? Do the Hogwarts professors know this news?"

“Do you need me to vote and reject the proposal?”

"......"

At this moment in the conference room, everyone had different expressions and was noisy.

When Cornelius Fudge saw this, he paid special attention to the expression of Dumbledore who was sitting in front of him.

Seeing the other party expressionless, as if falling into silence, an inexplicable joy rose in his heart.

With Professor Lockhart running a school, I believe Dumbledore's attention will be distracted.

Even if the two of them compete with each other later, won’t they still have to rely on themselves, the Minister of Magic, to act as the referee in the end?

As expected, the mentality of Eastern emperors is good. If they want to control their subordinates and balance power, checks and balances are the key.

When he thought of this, Cornelius Fudge felt a sense of pleasure in control of everything deep in his heart, like an addiction, making him obsessed.

However, Fudge's expression remained calm.

clang!clang!clang!

As almost all the Wizengamot members arrived, the time reached 9 a.m., and Cornelius Fudge rang the small bell in his hand.

All of the Wizengamot members fell silent.

"Good morning, distinguished members of the Wizengamot."