Chinese students at Hogwarts

After all the little wizards left the classroom, Lockhart couldn't help but wave his fist, rushed back to the office eagerly, and opened the diary.

"Tom! We did it! We did it! The students loved this lesson."

Tom in the diary smiled reservedly, I am the great Voldemort, you are such a useless clown.

"Sure enough, I am the great Lockhart! As long as I think about it, I can turn the situation around immediately!"

Tom was stunned, and then anger burned through his body like fire.

Think about it for a moment? Didn't I come up with the plan?

The young Voldemort was trembling with anger, and even his diary was trembling slightly.

Lockhart laughed loudly: "Tom, look how happy you are, you don't have to worship me so much!"

ah------------! ! ! !

There are such despicable people! The atmosphere in the wizarding world is so bad! Tom was no longer angry, but furious. He was frantically destroying the thinking cabin in the diary.

It wasn't until everything in front of him was blown to pieces that he calmed down a little and looked at the words Lockhart continued to write.

"Although I have profound wisdom, I am still willing to let others show themselves, and I am not stingy about giving them advice - Tom, my admirer, do you have any plans that you would like me to help point out?"

I adore you********** (British expletive)

Lockhart almost made Voldemort go berserk again with just one sentence, but Tom was Tom after all, and he quickly controlled his emotions.

And with a vicious smile, he presented his plan - also his real plan.

"Honorable Sir Lockhart, I do have an immature, small plan that I would like you to give me some advice on.

After all, those magical dark creatures can only maintain interest for a period of time. I feel that as a defense against the dark arts course, we have to eventually return to how to defend against dark magic - that is, curses. "

Lockhart's smile froze on his face. He scratched his shining blond hair in distress. The portrait on the wall also held his head and showed the same expression.

"Tom, you are right, but there is a little surprise here, because I am obsessed with spreading my works and contributing my results to the wizarding world.

This means that the time I spend on spells may not be as abundant as you think. "

"This is indeed a troublesome matter. But your contribution to the wizarding world should not be buried like this."

"Yes, that's it!" Lockhart felt that Tom was his most intimate friend. It was really rare. How could anyone understand him so well?

Tom's smile became more vicious and evil, but the words that emerged became more and more respectful:

"Dear Sir Lockhart, I have a spell that I got from the ruins during a trip. This magic is very rare and very powerful. It can effectively improve the user's magic level."

Tom faithfully plays his role - a wizard who loves traveling. When he encounters danger during an adventure, he has no choice but to use the magic he learned in the ruins to transfer his consciousness to the unlucky guy in the diary.

Lockhart was moved. After such a long time, especially after Tom helped him reverse the bad impression of the little wizard in class, his trust in him had been greatly improved.

"Oh, is it so?"

In the office, Lockhart lost track of time and was immersed in his communication with Tom.

It only took one class for Zombie, a magical "dark creature from the East", to spread among the little wizards.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class immediately became a class that many young wizards looked forward to, and many people came to Zhang Xiao to ask some weird questions.

For example - whether Zombie can have children.

Zhang Xiao was so annoyed that she could only hide in the Room of Requirement to find peace.

Recently, he found a new way to relax - painting.

The painting room transformed by the Room of Requirement is very convenient. You don't even need to prepare materials. There are also a lot of painting books.

Including the kind of moving portraits that Zhang Xiao is very interested in, just like AI, it can not only chat, but also remember, and can also help monitor and deliver messages.

If you draw 100 paintings.

But this idea soon came to nothing, because it was easy to move the portrait. Although the price was quite expensive, money was not a problem at all for Zhang Xiao.

The problem is - the kind of portrait in the principal's office has very strict conditions, in addition to the fact that the person himself needs very advanced and powerful memory magic.

There is also a pigment whose production is very rare, which is why only people who have made great contributions or the past headmasters of Hogwarts have portraits.

Many ministers of magic don't even have portraits - because they don't have enough attainments in memory magic.

The days passed quickly.

Although the little wizards are very interested in hearing what new things Lockhart can come up with, unfortunately, this issue can only be solved in the next semester.

Because Christmas is coming.

In the circular principal's room, Dumbledore was sitting in his high-backed chair. On the table, a big-bellied silverware was blowing out puffs of smoke from his thin spout.

The portraits seem to be asleep. They pose in the same pose as when they were painted, which is the best way to rest.

But the occasional blinking of eyes showed that many 'people' were not sleeping.

A skinny old man appeared in the smoke - he was so thin that it seemed as if there was only a layer of skin on the outside of his bones. His eyes were so cloudy that he could not see anything, but there was light.

At this moment he was talking: "——Albus, it's difficult, it's difficult to do, it's not one, two, three or four

But hundreds! "

Dumbledore's slender fingers tapped on the table, making a rhythmic sound, and his eyes were a little out of focus:

"Yeah, Nico, I know it's hard. Tom's Dark Mark is a really great idea - we just can't use it."

Nicoléme sighed: "Albus, we have discussed this topic a long time ago. It is black magic, and the user will suffer intense pain. That pain is the most important thing to achieve positioning.

We can't let the little wizard bear this kind of pain. The only thing I can think of about the call for help locator you mentioned is something similar to a double-sided mirror.

Man, you know how hard it is to make double-sided mirrors - hundreds of pairs of double-sided mirrors, that's a fantasy! "

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then smiled softly and shook his head:

"Nico, there will always be a way. It's just a tool that allows young wizards to contact the professors at any time. I think we can even look for Muggles to see if they have anything new.

By the way, the thing I asked you to make last time——"

Nicolas Flamel cried:

"Oh, please! I am an old man who is about to die. You asked me to make such a complicated thing before I died. Albus, it is really a terrible thing to know you!"

Seeing the smile on Dumbledore's face, he could only sigh and mutter:

"Okay, okay, it's done. I'll mail it to you. Is it really appropriate to give such a complicated thing as a gift to a second-year wizard?"

Dumbledore finally showed a brisk smile. He nodded and said softly:

"I believe he has this ability. After all, this kid is the best Slytherin I have ever seen - a hundred times better than Tom!"

Nicolas Flamel was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Okay, another 'Dumbledore's favorite student'!"

Dumbledore ended the call neatly.

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I was suffering from numbness and three of the four people in my family had diarrhea. I had no choice but to take leave and come back to take care of them.