Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

And in today's British wizarding world, once he fails, everything will be over...

He really couldn't afford to lose, so naturally he didn't dare to take risks easily...

Alas~ let it be...

Looking at Dumbledore with a disappointed face, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly, and he was not interested in continuing the chat. He straightened his wrinkled clothes, looked up and said goodbye:

"...Do you have any other arrangements? If not, then I will go back to prepare the teaching plan for the new semester..."

Wang Xuebin's words suddenly awakened Dumbledore, who was immersed in chaotic thoughts, raised his head and squeezed out a somewhat forced smile, and said softly:

"...I don't have any other arrangements here, you can go to work first... By the way..."

Speaking, Dumbledore seemed to think of something, looked at Wang Xuebin and said:

"Students in the fifth grade, the elementary wizard ability exam is about to usher... You need to prepare in advance and announce to the students the admission requirements for your advanced defense against the dark arts course in the sixth and seventh grades!

If there are students with qualified grades, you need to interview and admit them in person, and screen out students who are not suitable for your advanced knowledge of this course, so as not to delay the graduation of students! "

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin nodded thoughtfully, turned his head to look at the students playing outside the window on campus, and said softly:

"...Don't worry... I will make arrangements in advance..."

Chapter 510 Voldemort's Compromise

"Master...Master...That's it..."

In the auditorium of a manor in Yorkshire, Voldemort sat on the main seat, listening to his subordinates' narration, with no trace of joy or anger in his expression.

"The murderer... are you sure... that Hogwarts professor named Gu Yi?"

Voldemort was caressing a black viper with white markings in his hand. He tilted his head, and the madness and fierceness in his eyes flashed from time to time, showing his inner unrest.

"No... that's right, we used backtracking magic in the Fairy Canyon, but because the traces there were burned by Fiendfire, we couldn't fully detect what happened!

But what is certain is that the two strange wizards who appeared there at that time were indeed that Ancient One and one of his students..."

"Student? From Hogwarts? What grade?"

Voldemort leaned back slightly, shook his head left and right, lifted the viper that had climbed onto his shoulder, and slipped it into his hand again, asking casually.

That incomparably casual tone was as easy and natural as asking 'Have you eaten?', but the Death Eater's whole body trembled when he heard this tone.

"Master...master...very small...maybe...first grade...no...second grade maybe..."

"First and second grade???"

Suddenly, Voldemort leaned forward suddenly, his scarlet eyes staring fixedly at the Death Eater who reported the situation, and the other people present couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"You mean... we Death Eaters will pay the price of more than 200 people for resisting a professor who teaches in a school? And that professor has a burden of a first-year?"

"No...no...Master...he is...Professor of...Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"Yes...I know...Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

As Voldemort said, he sent the viper in his hand to the long conference table, pulled away his stool, got up and walked around the conference table.

"...He's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

While walking around, he also carefully looked at the standing Death Eater, as if this was the first time he knew him today.

"...So what? He can kill two hundred of us by himself...

No!Is it 280 compatriots? "

As he spoke, he came behind the trembling Death Eater, put his head to the side of the Death Eater's shoulder, tilted his head, and the bloody breath kept pounding the Death Eater's nerves.

"...no...can't...Master...that's not me...not me..."

"I know...I know it's not you..."

As Voldemort spoke, his eyes were full of fierceness, but in an instant, he was suppressed by his reason.

He stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and lightly clasped the trembling Death Eater's head, pushing him back to his seat bit by bit.

"...If it were you, you would never stand in front of me alive, I promise!"

The anger in Voldemort's heart could hardly be suppressed, but he had to suppress it. Before defeating his greatest enemy, he couldn't ignore the feelings of his subordinates.

Everything he wants to do must be cheered by this group of fans!

Huh... hold on... hold on... Dumbledore won't be worth mentioning until he completely controls the Ministry of Magic.

After getting rid of Dumbledore, he will be able to completely eliminate all hidden dangers for his long life, and enjoy the fruits of long life with peace of mind.

There is no way, Dumbledore's existence is like a fishbone, stuck in his throat, Dumbledore is immortal, even if he has endless wealth, life and rights, his heart can't be at ease!

The shadow that Dumbledore cast on him was too great...

As for the old one...

"...Inform Lucius Malfoy, let him test out the reality of that ancient one, and try to win him over, we need a professor as an internal response!

In addition, before taking full control of the Ministry of Magic, don't provoke the teachers and students of Hogwarts at will, so as not to attract the attention of Albus Dumbledore! "

As Voldemort said, he turned around suddenly, and the loose robe like a cloak fluttered with it, bringing a bit of majesty to the thin and slender Voldemort.

"By the way... the power of Germany should be finalized as soon as possible, don't worry too much about small profits!

What we want is the future of the wizarding world!When the future is fully in our hands, how much and how much are these petty profits! "

"Yes! Master!"

All the Death Eaters stood up together, bowed their heads in agreement, then stretched out their right hand and pulled off their sleeves, revealing the mark of the Dark Demon on their wrists.

At the same time, Voldemort, who was standing next to the main seat, slowly raised his right hand, revealing the same mark of the Dark Lord.

On the conference table, the black viper with white stripes raised its front, swayed from side to side, and stretched out a pair of fangs.

For a moment, the black magic mark and the poisonous snake complement each other, and under the resonance of magic, they look extremely ferocious!

"Revival of pure blood glory!"

......

"Revival of pure blood glory?"

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts, Wang Xuebin looked at the girl with her head raised high in front of her with a question mark on her face.

"Miss Lestrange, is that why you didn't finish your homework?"

Wang Xuebin pressed the blank parchment back on Bellatrix's desk, and tapped her desk lightly.

"It's just a twelve-inch thesis, but if you have listened carefully in class, it is impossible for you to feel that this homework is heavy!

Just like that, you handed me a blank paper?Why don't you have time to complete the revival of pure blood glory, are you kidding me?

Huh~"

Wang Xuebin suppressed the desire to abuse in his heart, took a deep breath, clapped his left hand on his face, shook his head and said:

"Before the next class, I want to see your homework, otherwise, you will be waiting to fail at the end of this semester!"

"Don't just look at her, you too!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Xuebin turned and returned to the podium, picked up the stack of parchment full of papers on the podium, and said in a deep voice:

"You study for yourself, not for me, don't fool yourself, I also came here when I was a student, your little tricks are all leftovers from me!

All of you here, if you forget to bring it, if the number of words is not enough, or the content of the thesis is exactly the same, please submit a new copy to me!

I don't care what your reason is, give it to me before the next class, don't force me to ask you for it! "

After finishing speaking, Wang Xuebin threw the homework in his hand into the air, and pieces of parchment, like paper airplanes, were distributed on the desks of each student!

Looking at the students who were rebellious or regretful, Wang Xuebin shook his head again, pulled out his wand, flicked in the air, and a projection appeared on the screen in front of him.

"Okay, you are not allowed to make up homework in class, listen carefully, otherwise, the number of words in the paper will double!

In this lesson, we are talking about the applicable selection of attack spells in a narrow street fighting environment!

First, clearly judge the number of enemies and friends; second, judge the tactical purpose and the composition of the enemy; third, rehearse the distribution of environmental tactical positions and positions; fourth, plan for defensive resistance and retreat..."

Chapter 511

"...Fifth, experiments on penetration of spells and explosion resonance, sixth, experiments on the influence of weather and climate on spells during mission execution..."

As the old saying goes, human feelings are as thin as a piece of paper, and the world is like a chess game. In this world, there is nothing more ruthless than time!

Time flies, time flies, he has taught the same course for five years, and this is also his fifth year as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Year after year, crops of radish heads stepped into the dire straits of the British wizarding world under his guidance.

He can proudly say that with his presence, the quality level of the newly graduated wizards in the UK has been raised by more than one level!

Seeing this batch of small radish heads grow into juicy big white radishes, Wang Xuebin felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, not to mention how beautiful it is!

Of course... radishes, there are always a few bran cores...

"Mr. Black, is this the homework you gave me?

Write a ten-inch paper on the practical application of the Patronus Charm, can you give me a light?

Are you kidding me? "

The scene that seemed familiar, I still remember that the last person who often joked with him about homework was Sirius' cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange!

As expected of a family, the attitude towards homework is like heredity!

Today, Sirius' cousin has become the backbone of the Death Eaters, and has made great contributions to Voldemort's expansion of territory.

And this little Sirius, the bad guy, is still playing around every day, taking pride in violating school rules and disciplines, and has no integrity at all.

"Mr. Black, I hope to see your make-up homework before the next class starts!

Otherwise, all of you Gryffindors will be punished, that is, copy all the homework that Sirius did not complete five times, understand? "

As soon as Wang Xuebin said this, Sirius, who was originally complacent, froze in place for an instant, and Remus Lupine, who was beside him, slapped his face with a slap, showing a sure-fire expression.

Compared to Sirius, Remus Lupine has a much more thorough understanding of Wang Xuebin!

He knows better than anyone else that his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has become black-bellied, and he can't even hide...

Sure enough, this move hit the seven inches of the most loyal Sirius.

"Professor, this is not fair!"

The indignant Sirius, ignoring Remus Lupin's pull, pushed away his hand and the stool behind him, stood up, and protested loudly.

Now it's all right, Remus Lupin's expression is even more desperate...

"Gong~Ping~"

With his hands behind his back, Wang Xuebin slowly walked to Sirius, who was only half a head shorter than him, and said with a half-smile:

"...what's fair? Are you saying I'm unfair?"

"That's right..."

Sirius pushed away Lupine's hand covering his face while tugging at his sleeve again, and asked loudly:

"...One person does things and the other person is responsible. It's my fault, you can just punish me, why punish others!"

This time Lu Ping didn't even have to think about it, he could guess what Wang Xuebin would say. He had memorized these words by heart all these years...

"I'm sorry, in my opinion, you are a whole, if one person makes a mistake, all of you will be punished, there is no negotiation!

Of course, if you don't want them to be punished with you, don't you just finish your homework on time?

I don't think there is anything excessive about my request! "

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Sirius retorted loudly without even thinking about it:

"Didn't you often say that we study for ourselves, not for you? Then I like not to do homework, what does that have to do with you?"

Well, it's all over now...

Take the professor's words to choke the professor, Sirius is completely hopeless today...

"Heh...heh...Gryffindor students, copy your homework ten times! Before the next class, all of them must be handed over to me!"

Seeing that the punishment that could have been avoided as long as Sirius handed in the homework, now it has become an after-class homework, all the students in Gryffindor looked at Sirius, and there was something wrong with his eyes.

Even the Slytherin students who were in class with them almost laughed out loud!

"Hehehehe~"

A burst of laughter resounded in the classroom, and the face of the face-saving Sirius turned red instantly.