Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Had to make him curious.

Although Lockhart was indeed talented during his teaching period.

But the current results are far beyond his expectations.

After hearing this, Lockhart nodded and said happily, "Of course, Professor Horace."

"I have already determined the location."

“We are preparing to build a new school in the near future.”

"When the time comes, you must attend the opening ceremony of the new school, Professor Horace."

In response, Slughorn nodded without hesitation and said, "Of course, this is the second school in the British wizarding world after Hogwarts."

"Although we are targeting schools that are duds, we still can't miss it."

After that, Slughorn deliberately lowered his voice and asked jokingly, "Will Dumbledore attend?"

"As I recall, your school targets Squibs, but it will not exclude wizards if they want to participate."

"In that case, will Hogwarts be under pressure once your school starts recruiting students?"

In the end, it felt like watching a good show.

"If my school can make Woz feel pressured, that would be great." Lockhart said with a smile: "Since Professor Horace said so, I will work hard towards this goal."

"Strive to surpass Hogwarts in teaching level."

Hearing this, Slughorn also smiled.

Of course he thought Lockhart was joking.

After all, how could a newly opened school surpass Hogwarts, which has a history of thousands of years?

"Professor Horace, when you have the chance, you must come to my school to teach Potions."

"Your level is well-known."

Regarding Lockhart's invitation, Slughorn laughed: "Of course, I will definitely go if I have the chance."

Then, they changed the subject again and started talking about meditation and potions.

Asking him to teach at Lockhart's school, you must be kidding.

The situation outside is so tense, Hogwarts will be safer with Dumbledore around.

Not to mention, a newly built school might not even have all the ingredients for potions.

And the students are still a bunch of duds at the bottom of society.

No matter how you look at it, this school has no future.

Well, he is very realistic.

When Lockhart saw Slughorn change the subject, he smiled and started a new conversation.

His school lacks top talents in various fields.

Potions, of course, is no exception.

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

Late at night, Knockturn Alley.

The moonlight fell on the slightly dirty ground of Knockturn Alley, not to mention the strange reflections and the occasional strange noises coming from the surroundings.

It seems a little weird.

At this moment, on a small path in Knockturn Alley, wizards wearing tattered black robes and with pale faces were walking towards a certain location.

Sometimes they looked at each other, as if they sensed a familiar aura.

But nothing more was said.

Just pick up the pace.

Woo!

A wolf howled. After hearing it, the wizards who were on the road looked a little nervous and sped up again.

Soon, they entered a room at the end.

The interior of the house was very spacious, and it was obvious that a space extension spell had been cast. A large number of wizards in simple clothes were gathered together.

Everyone focused their eyes on the platform in front of them - a man wearing a black leather jacket and with a ferocious face.

He is the werewolf leader - Fenrir Greyback.

Woo!

Not long after, seeing that most people had arrived, Fenrir let out a wolf howl, as if reminding everyone to be quiet.

Then, Fenrir stood on the platform and stretched out his right arm.

Under the gaze of many werewolves, the right arm gradually changed

Gray hair, sharp claws....

This is a wolf's claw!

Fenrir waved his wolf claws and shouted loudly: "You are all my people."

"This world is hostile to us werewolves."

"We are innocent, but we cannot have a decent job and are discriminated against by wizards all the time."

"why is that?"

"why?"

Having said that, Fenrir waved his wolf claws vigorously and uttered a series of questions.

After hearing this, all the werewolves present began to feel their emotions fluctuate and their eyes started to turn red.

"I tell you, the reason is very simple."

"It's because we werewolves are weak."

"Weakness is the original sin."

Fenrir said heavily: "If we unite together and have great power, how dare wizards discriminate against us?"

"When the moon is full, we transform into wolves. It's not our fault."

"Our fault is that we are not united enough and have not shown our strength to the wizards."

At this point, Fenrir's tone began to change, becoming more excited, more fanatical, and more seductive.

"Now, we have a chance."

"The great Dark Lord needs us, and we will have the opportunity to reestablish the status of werewolves."

"Let every werewolf no longer be discriminated against, and let every werewolf walk in the sun with integrity."

"Let every werewolf marry, have children, and enjoy education just like a normal wizard."

Hearing this, the werewolves began to get excited, and some of them began to have gray hair appearing on their faces or bodies.

They were fed up with the discrimination from wizards.

They dare not meet their relatives, do not have a proper job, live in shabby houses, and even their children cannot buy a wand, let alone enjoy an education.

Like a beggar.

After seeing everyone's excitement, Fenrir did not hesitate and took advantage of the atmosphere to shout loudly.

"Now, let us meet the great Dark Lord."

call!

There was a flash of black light, and Voldemort appeared on the platform.

Black wizard robes, dark green smooth skin, scarlet eyes, murderous aura...

It was the original Voldemort.

Chapter 433: A New Age of Wizards, an Age of Chaos

Malfoy Manor, reception room.

The handsome Voldemort sat at the table, gracefully fiddling with his wand, staring indifferently at Vlad Travers, the president of the Presbyterian Church in front of him.

Feeling Voldemort's calm gaze, Vlad did not feel nervous at all, but instead a little surprised.

Sure enough, what Justo said was correct.

There is indeed something different about the returning Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord of more than a decade ago, although he still retained a certain degree of rationality, was more filled with madness and extremely greedy desires.

But now, he actually felt the calm emotion in Voldemort.

The desire may still be there, but it is well hidden.

"Your Excellency the Dark Lord, I heard that you wanted to meet our Elders Council. I wonder what's the matter." Vlad spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Oh, really?" Tom said calmly, "I thought you would continue to hide like before."

“Wait until it’s all over before you stand out and stand behind the winner.”

Hearing this, Vlad showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, but it disappeared.

Indeed, this is their Presbyterian style.

If this time, it had not affected the Presbyterian Church, they would not be able to hide any longer.

I'm afraid everything will be just as Voldemort said.

Well, damn Lockhart, Dumbledore, and the Dark Lord.

Three people, from two forces, all came looking for him.

If we don't stand up now, I'm afraid the first to sacrifice will be the Presbyterian Church.

Especially since they lost to Lockhart.

Well, as long as we haven’t lost, there’s still room for negotiation.

If you fail, the true side will be revealed and there will be no room for retreat.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, I heard that you seem to be very interested in curse contract magic this time." Vlad changed the subject and told the news he had found out.

"We at the Presbyterian Church have some valuable books in this regard and have also done some research on this."

“I hope this information can be of some help to you.”

As he spoke, Vlad took out his wand and tapped it on the table.

In a flash, several thick books of different colors appeared on the table.

There is a certain magic in every book, some are full of order, while others exude a smell of evil.

Obviously, most of them are contract or curse magic.

Looking at these books, Voldemort's eyes lit up and he waved his hand to put them away.

Then, a hint of relaxation appeared on his face.

After all, the other party is very tactful.

“Vlad, this time, I believe that if we join forces, we will definitely bring a bright future to the wizarding world.” Voldemort said calmly, gently, and with a hint of temptation.

"I have discovered the key to a new era."

Hearing this, Vlad, who had originally wanted to interrupt Voldemort's attempts to win him over, was obviously attracted.

A trace of doubt appeared on his face: "The key to the new era? What is it?"

“Do you know what Grindelwald is doing now?” Voldemort did not answer directly, but brought up Grindelwald: “I believe you should also know that Grindelwald has come out.”

"What?" Vlad asked subconsciously.

"He wants to be the leader, the controller, and the preceptor in paving the way for the new era."

"He has taken over Ilvermorny School in America for this purpose."