Hogwarts professor in Marvel

If you are not careful, your life will be lost.

At this moment, everyone fell silent and the atmosphere was very depressing.

They all seem to be hesitating whether to undergo soul transformation.

Especially for Sirius, he was very conflicted because this was not a stranger's child, but his godson.

He would rather take Harry's place and bear all the pain himself, even if it was ten thousand times more.

Because...he deserved it.

Suddenly, a voice that was slightly indifferent but mixed with a hint of concern sounded.

"I think we can go find Lockhart!"

Chapter 505: Reflection of the World, Snape's Desire

Kamar-Taj, the secret space.

clang!clang!clang!

The clear bells rang, and the originally silent building began to become noisy.

A large number of students walked out of the classroom and played around in the square and on the lawn, making Kamar-Taj look full of vitality.

Mag stood in front of the window of a high-rise building, looking down at everything in front of him. For some reason, he felt mixed emotions.

Compared to Hogwarts, Lockhart's Kamar-Taj is larger.

Perhaps it was because this was a secret space world, so the variety of buildings and terrains exceeded Mag's imagination.

She saw teahouses made of bamboo, houses made of wood, palaces carved from marble, and even ochre pyramids and skyscrapers made of steel.

What shocked her even more was that she actually saw an island floating in the air here.

as well as....

Mike raised his head and looked up into the sky.

The reflection of an ever-changing world slowly changed in his eyes.

Seeing the familiar Great Britain, the sandy Egypt, the icy Antarctic, the vast ocean, and the extremely prosperous Muggle city...

It changes all the time, some are so fast that they flash by, while others are so slow that you can see the movements of certain people inside.

It makes one wonder if this is happening in real time somewhere in the real world.

Looking at this scene, Minerva McGonagall, the deputy headmistress, couldn't help but feel an urge to go back to Hogwarts and reform him.

In terms of style, grade, or level, it cannot be much worse than Kamar-Taj.

But the most important thing now is...Harry.

McGonagall turned around and walked towards the recovery room at the back. She pushed open the wooden door and the warm sunlight shone onto Harry's face, making his pale face flash with a hint of redness.

Sirius and Snape stood on both sides, paying attention to Harry's current condition.

Not far away, Lockhart's students Remi and Vera were standing quietly by, waiting for something.

"Mr. Black, don't worry. In Kamar-Taj, within the radiation range of the dream world, the alien energy will only be suppressed." Vera soothed softly: "Even the soul will not deteriorate in a short time under the protection of the dream world."

Sirius looked at his godson Harry Potter, whose expression had eased a lot, nodded, said thank you casually, and continued to focus on his godson.

"As for completely solving Harry's problem, we have to wait a little longer. Everything will be easy after the teacher arrives."

Vera continued to add, and Sirius still nodded and said thank you perfunctorily.

Most of the focus is still on Harry.

Vera didn't care and instead focused her attention on Snape standing beside her.

"Professor Snape, come and have a drink of water." Remy said in a flattering manner.

I used to learn how to make potions from Professor Snape, although I was scolded a lot because of my talent.

But with the skills taught by the potion master, he can still make a lot of potions.

And this all stems from Professor Snape's unreserved teaching.

Well, but for Remy, it's good to get along with Professor Snape.

The benefit is not that you can learn advanced skills, but that you can choose to exchange them for some high-quality potions, even if it costs some money.

For example...Felixir.

"Where is Lockhart?" Snape asked, sitting on a chair and taking the fruit handed to him by Vera.

"Professor, the tutor's work should be almost done. It should be almost done." Lei Ming said ambiguously. He really didn't know.

"Professor, our teacher is still in the depths of the dream world making adjustments and cannot leave easily." Vera added, "After finishing the things at hand, he should be here soon."

At this moment, McGonagall was a little surprised to see Sirius and Snape enjoying completely different treatments, but she didn't say much.

Standing quietly beside him, he carefully watched Harry's current state.

Headmasters Flitwick and Sprout had classes, so they didn't follow along.

As the vice-president, she is able to arrange courses and other things very easily.

"Soul detection!"

McGonagall casually cast a detection spell on Harry.

Feeling that Harry's soul was enveloped by a vast and warm force, close to a state of stillness, he could not help but nodded.

Lockhart's dream world still has many advantages.

At this moment, suddenly...

hum!

In the bright white training room, a transparent human-shaped energy projection slowly emerged.

"Hello, mentor." Remi and Vera said in unison.

"Lockhart, you're finally here." Sirius urged immediately after seeing Lockhart's appearance: "Look at Harry, do you know how to solve this problem?"

Lockhart nodded slightly to Sirius without replying. He glanced at Harry Potter lying on the hospital bed and then turned his gaze to Snape.

The two looked at each other. Seeing Snape's excited eyes, Lockhart seemed to know what the other was thinking and nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, Harry will be fine with me here." Lockhart promised the three of them.

Then he walked up to Harry and waved gently.

A pale yellow ripple covered Harry's brain, or rather, entered the depths of his soul.

call!call!

A breeze blew outside the window, and above Harry, a pale yellow brain illusion appeared.

Everyone present could clearly see that there was a relatively obvious gray-black area in the pale yellow brain.

Obviously, this is the backlash of black magic.

And Snape, at this moment, focused his attention completely on the black spot, no, to be more precise, on the piece of black glass in the middle.

Horcrux fragments!

A lot of golden threads appeared around this fragment.

Entangled with this soul fragment.

Feeling the familiar breath, Snape was a little excited, and even felt like tears welling up in his eyes.

This is the magic of Lily's love, it has her breath and her traces.

This magic is restricting, or perhaps protecting, Harry's soul, allowing him to grow healthily.

"Lockhart..."

Lockhart waved his hand to interrupt Snape before he could finish.

"Everyone remain silent. I need to further dissect Harry's soul and protect him from Voldemort's influence."

Yes, Harry's accident was still caused by the Horcrux fragment.

The horrific mass killings committed by Voldemort and Tom completely stimulated the darkness and madness of the soul.

The Horcrux fragments were inevitably affected as well.

What's more, the resentment and fear of a large number of dead goblins entangled Voldemort and Tom.

Then spread to each Horcrux.

There is no need to worry about pure Horcruxes, after all, Voldemort's soul fragments have been tempered in many ways.

But for a young wizard like Harry with a fragile mind.

The pollution of the soul seems easy and more serious.

Chapter 506: Lily, I was entrusted by Snape to help you revive (two in one)

"kill!"

"Go, avenge your dead companions."

"Rise up for the goblins, kill!"

“…”

"Avada Kedavra!"

"..."

"Woo, mom, where is mom?"

"It's so dark and cold. I'm scared."

“…”

Endless darkness and blood are intertwined, with blood flowing everywhere, pale bones, painful wails and desperate struggles.

These nightmarish scenes once caused Harry to collapse.

He kept running and struggling, trying to escape from the blood and nightmare before his eyes.

If it weren't for the faint, friendly golden light that emerged from the depths of his soul every time he was in despair.

Maintaining the last bit of clarity in his heart.

He has probably turned into a puppet by now.

Despite this, he was alone, immersed in the darkness, killing every goblin as if he were feeling their own pain, seeing their pleas for mercy and hearing their wails.

The initial fear and pity gradually turned into indifference.

It seems that he is not averse to killing.

Even looking at the painful expressions on their faces, he actually began to enjoy it in his heart.

He began to crave blood and darkness.

He was a little angry. Why could he only watch and not take part in this grand feast of killing?

Yes, this is no longer a battlefield, but a grand banquet.

A wonderful feast about magic and killing. It seems that there is some truth about killing here.

Simply watching was no longer enough for him.

He wanted to enjoy the sight of blood dripping on his body, he wanted to wave his wand and see the other person struggling and begging desperately.

He wants to...

hum!

The golden light deep in his soul reappeared, and the familiar feeling of warmth gradually enveloped Harry's soul.

Wisps of black and red mist were gradually expelled.

Harry regained consciousness and the fear in his heart resurfaced.

He clearly remembered his thoughts just now.