Hogwarts professor in Marvel

"The Frost Meditation Method and Life Meditation Method beside it all have similar effects."

Grindelwald explained in a calm voice.

The little wizards below widened their eyes in surprise.

"As mentioned before, different people have different constitutions, so they use different meditation methods."

"So, next, I need to test everyone's physical condition and then teach everyone to practice the corresponding meditation method."

"..."

Then, Grindelwald began to slowly explain the differences between meditation methods.

At the same time, he began to explore the physical conditions of the little wizards.

Find the first master for the meditation methods that I have just created.

Well, a perfect meditation method requires repeated experiments.

After all, good things are hard to come by.

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

Night, Malfoy Manor.

In the spacious and bright hall, exquisite works of art are placed everywhere.

Artistic portraits, exquisitely carved jade, and antiques full of history...

The staggered and mixed arrangement seems to highlight the Malfoy family's status as a pure-blood family.

However, at this moment, the hall, which originally exuded an elegant temperament, became serious, and even revealed a hint of evil.

I saw a large number of dark wizards wearing different clothes but all exuding a fierce aura gathered together, keeping

In front of many dark wizards, a wizard with an extremely handsome face glanced at everyone with an indifferent expression.

Some of them lowered their heads slightly, their eyes full of respect.

Some of them had eyes filled with fanaticism, as if they were worshipping a deity.

Others had uncontrollable fear in their eyes and lowered their heads, fearing that they would be discovered.

Tom Riddle, or Voldemort at this moment.

Looking at the Death Eaters, dark wizards, and some pure-blood nobles opposite.

As I estimated the power of it in my mind, a hint of satisfaction flashed through my heart.

But there was still no expression on his face.

"Everyone, I'm back!"

Voldemort glanced at everyone and spoke word by word.

“But after coming back, I have to say, I was disappointed.”

Hearing Voldemort's somewhat dissatisfied voice, the originally quiet wizards suddenly became buzzing and seemed to be a little confused.

Immediately afterwards...

"who are we?"

Faced with Voldemort's questioning, the wizards did not answer immediately.

And Voldemort answered his own question: "We are wizards, noble wizards."

"In the past, Muggles regarded us as gods, and many races were our slaves."

"We create life, play with the rules, and even pursue eternity."

Hearing this, the wizards couldn't help but smile, revealing a trace of longing.

What Voldemort was talking about were the ancient wizards they had seen in history books.

"Although there was the Statute of Secrecy later, we are still wizards and we possess the most powerful force."

"So, we deserve the glory and status that belong to the strong."

"What do you think?"

Voldemort asked everyone in a cold voice.

"Master is right. We hold the power and deserve the corresponding status."

"Long live the master, the strong should be in control of everything."

"......"

The fanatical Death Eater praised enthusiastically, or rather, that's what he thought.

After hearing this, the dark wizard at the side nodded and agreed very much.

Their strength is much stronger than ordinary wizards.

They should have stood in the sun openly instead of sneaking around and even being sent to Azkaban.

As for the pure-blood families, no statement was made.

Years of fighting experience made it difficult for them to make a decision.

They are the ones who are sitting on the fence.

In other words, if they are not pushed, they will never find their place.

At this moment, Voldemort noticed everyone's thoughts, smiled faintly, and continued speaking.

"In today's wizarding world, there are only a handful of people who can be my enemy."

"Dumbledore is old, Grindelwald is far away in America, and the old monsters in hiding are afraid for their own lives and dare not take action."

"As for the so-called Ministry of Magic and the so-called Aurors, they can be destroyed with a wave of the hand."

"So, everyone, now is the best time for us."

Hearing Voldemort's bewitching declaration, the Death Eaters, dark wizards, and pure-blood families showed excitement on their faces.

Because they thought about it carefully and found that the Dark Lord was right.

With the Dark Lord's strength, who else could be his opponent besides Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

As for Lockhart...

Sorry, the Death Eaters and this group of dark wizards who just escaped from Azkaban have no idea that Lockhart and Grindelwald once fought a draw.

The pure-blood families who knew about this were not so blind as to speak up now to discourage everyone's interest.

What's more, they generally believe that the Dark Lord is more powerful than Grindelwald.

After all, the other party is old and has been imprisoned for who knows how many years.

By this comparison, the Dark Lord is more powerful than Lockhart.

"Master, what should we do now?" the Death Eaters shouted excitedly.

The dark wizard standing by also showed an expectant look on his face.

Seeing everyone's state, Voldemort stretched out his hand and pressed down. Seeing that everyone had calmed down, he spoke coldly.

"Now, the most important thing..."

"It is to announce to the wizarding world the return of Voldemort."

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

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore stood at the window, looked at the crescent moon in the distance, and sighed softly.

These are truly troubled times.

Grindelwald occupies Ilvermorny in America.

Tom has been resurrected, and there's no telling when he'll start causing trouble again.

Even Lockhart had to leave Hogwarts to open a new school.

One after another, they slipped out of control, making Dumbledore feel extremely powerless.

He is old, he may really be old.

Not as energetic as when I was young.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, then retracted his distracting thoughts and continued to think about the next arrangements.

At this moment...

boom!

The stone statue outside the principal's office left, and a familiar figure stepped up the stairs and entered the principal's office.

"Snape, you're here."

Dumbledore, who had sensed the interior of the room early on, greeted them directly.

After saying that, he returned to his desk and waved his wand slightly. Two teacups appeared in front of the two of them.

At the same time, the faint fragrance of tea filled the air.

When Snape saw this, he did not take the teacup, but stared at Dumbledore quietly, as if waiting for him to speak.

Sure enough, Dumbledore asked, "Snape, how is the mark on your hand lately?"

"Has he called you specifically recently?"

Snape was not surprised at all by Dumbledore's question. He nodded gently and said, "The Dark Lord has specifically called upon me recently."

"But I made up an excuse to get away with it."

Hearing this, Dumbledore asked curiously, "Snape, what excuse are you making?"

"Are you sure the Dark Lord believes you?"

In response, Snape said calmly: "I sent a message to the Dark Lord saying that I am studying meditation with you."

"The Dark Lord also has ideas about meditation, and he specifically reminded me to bring him the results of reasonable research when the time comes."

Hearing this, Dumbledore fell silent.

Meditation method.

It's meditation again.

Grindelwald talks about teaching all wizarding students to meditate.

Voldemort also asked to see the meditation method.

As for Lockhart, let alone him, he is the source of everything.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore pondered for a moment, reached out from his waist, and a light blue book appeared in his hand.

"Snape, this is part of the meditation experience that Lockhart and I have studied." Dumbledore said, "Find a chance to pass it on to the Dark Lord."

“While gaining his trust, try to find out what his next move will be.”

Knowing Tom, he would definitely want to make a big move to show his presence.

Snape did not refuse, nodded, and took the experience.

......

Malfoy Manor, study.

Tom Riddle sat at his desk, flipping through the magic book in front of him quickly, as if looking for something?

One, two, three...

I don’t know how many books I have read, maybe all the inherited magic books of the Malfoy family have been read through.

But Tom still didn't seem to find what he wanted.

His face couldn't help but look a little gloomy.

Cut the contract and sever the soul without further delay.

And yet cannot be discovered by Lockhart.

You only get one chance.