Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

As soon as Lupine finished speaking, Lily put down her knife and fork, stretched out her hand to gently hold his trembling hand, looked into his eyes, and said firmly:

"Remus, I believe in you, you will definitely become an amazing Defense Against the Dark Arts professor just like Professor Gu Yi!"

Seeing this young scene, Wang Xuebin and Professor McGonagall showed gentle smiles at the same time. They looked at each other, turned to look at Lily, and asked with a smile:

"What about our Miss Evans, what do you want to do in the future..."

"Professor of Potions!"

Before Wang Xuebin finished speaking, Lily answered first, but as soon as Lily's answer came out, Snape looked up in confusion.

...To be honest, he also wants to say that he wants to be a potion professor in the future...and his potion attainments are obvious to all, even as good as Professor Slughorn today.

Xu Shi noticed Snape's eyes, and realized that there was someone more suitable to be a Potions professor than her. Lily couldn't help but hesitated for a moment, glanced at Professor McGonagall, and said cautiously:

"Uh...Professor of Transfiguration is also fine..."

"Puchi~"

Looking at Professor McGonagall with a dark face opposite, Wang Xuebin couldn't help laughing out loud, but seeing Wang Xuebin's actions, Professor McGonagall's face became even darker...

"Hahaha...James and Severus...how about you two?"

Wang Xuebin covered his mouth with one hand, suppressed a smile, and asked pretending to be serious. Snape and James Potter, who were on the side, also laughed when they saw this scene.

"Ahem...Professor...Maybe I will become a Quidditch Seeker...There is already a Quidditch team, contact me..."

"Professor Potions...I think...I can still do it..."

Seeing the awkward expressions of the two who were holding back their laughter, Professor McGonagall on the opposite side couldn't help laughing out loud, raised his cup, and said with a smile:

"Then wish our children all dreams come true. Besides...Miss Evans, if you get an O in both OWLs and NEWTs in Transfiguration, I don't mind giving you a copy of Transfiguration." Teaching Assistant jobs...

For your ideal, starting tomorrow, I can spare time every night to help you with tutoring, and I hope you will come to me on time..."

"NO~Professor, please spare me..."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

For a time, this new Hogwarts castle was full of joy...

......

Austria, Nurmengard Tower, a lonely tower, lifeless, always so gloomy.

"Boom ~ boom boom..."

"Who is here again? Disturbing my rest, I advise you to leave here before I am not angry..."

"Gellert... me?"

"I know it's you... I'm talking about you! Who else would come to this shitty place except you?"

"Gellert...I'm here to ask for your help..."

"Oh... my God, the greatest white wizard of our time, the hero who defeated the Dark Lord Grindelwald, Sir Albus Dumbledore, still needs the help of me, a bad old man... Hahaha , are you kidding?

Alright~ I laughed!You can leave now..."

"...Gellert, I have decided to become Minister of Magic..."

"...wow...see? What? Has our Sir Dumbledore stopped worrying about running afoul of Muggles for the good of wizards when he becomes Minister for Magic?

Also, if the British Minister of Magic doesn't manage wizards in the British wizarding world, why come to Austria to see me, a German Dark Lord, doing?

Are you worried that I will make trouble when you take office? "

"...Gellert...I want to tell you...I have found the future of the wizarding world...a bright future with endless possibilities...

Gellert, for the greater good...I need your help..."

"...what you... said... is true?"

"Nobody can fool you... can they?"

"... Phew... Albus... I swear... if you dare to lie to me..."

"...Then I will never be able to see Arianna again..."

"...This is what you said..."

'Boom...'

There was a loud noise that shook the entire wizarding world in Europe and America. The prison that had stood for 30 years and held the most dangerous wizards in the world... collapsed...

Chapter 565 Everything is just like the first time I saw it

Next to the ruins of Hogwarts in the Scottish Highlands, Wang Xuebin strolled here alone, bent over to pick up a portrait, wiped it gently with his sleeve, and smiled.

"...Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us, whether we are bald old men or children with a broken knee..."

The singing voice with incomplete tone echoed over the ruined campus. The singing voice was not very pleasant, but it had a unique charm.

"... our minds can take, something interesting, because now our minds are empty, full of air, dead flies and trivial things, ..."

A more melodious voice sounded, leading Wang Xuebin's off-key singing to the right path.

He raised his brows slightly, and turned his head to see a very clean Professor McGonagall in a black robe and a black wizard hat, with his hands folded on his belly, walking slowly towards where he was.

"...teach us some valuable knowledge, and give us back what we have forgotten. You just have to do your best and leave the rest to us. We will study hard until it turns into dust..."

A tactful ending, the song came to the end, the two looked at each other, showing a smile that could not be spoken.

"Professor Minerva, why are you here?"

Wang Xuebin flipped his wrist, put the portrait into the space, looked at Professor McGonagall, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

"...I didn't see you at the celebratory dinner, I thought, you must have returned here, so I came back to have a look..."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, stretched his waist, turned around, looked at the ruins in front of him, and asked softly:

"...Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you about my retirement?"

"Of course I did...just..."

"what?"

Looking at Wang Xuebin's back, Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.

"...It's just, are you really leaving? Hogwarts cannot do without you, and Defense Against the Dark Arts cannot do without you..."

"Professor Minerva..."

Looking at Professor McGonagall's uneasy expression, Wang Xuebin showed a gentle smile, patted her shoulder lightly, and comforted her with a smile:

"...All good things come to an end!

Besides, Voldemort is gone, the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts is gone, Remus will make a good professor, we have to give young people some chances, don't we? "

"...but, you're still the trustee of Hogwarts...if you weren't there..."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's clumsy language, Wang Xuebin thought of something, and dragged out a basketball-sized gemstone shining bright red light from the space, and handed it to Professor McGonagall beside him.

"...As the school manager, I will give you another treasure that can keep Hogwarts running, and it should be regarded as a gift for you.

With it, Hogwarts will no longer suffer from financial troubles, and you can safely and boldly promote your ideas..."

"This...this is..."

Seeing this ruby, Professor McGonagall could hardly close his mouth. Holding this priceless treasure with trembling hands, his voice trembled.

"The Philosopher's Stone, a gift given to me by Master Nicolas. I have re-refined it, and now I give it to you..."

As Wang Xuebin said, he reached out to touch Professor McGonagall's chin, helped her close her mouth, and said with a smile:

"...promise me, you will make good use of it, let it be a boost to Hogwarts, and make Hogwarts the greatest magic school in the world, okay?"

"I..."

"I believe you can do it, and Professor Dumbledore firmly believes in it. Do what you think is right. I and Professor Dumbledore will always pay attention to you..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor McGonagall seemed to have a surge of courage out of thin air. He tightly grasped the basketball-sized Philosopher's Stone with both hands, nodded and said solemnly:

"...I will work hard..."

There is no guarantee or oath, but Wang Xuebin knows that the weight of Professor McGonagall's words is definitely not light.

"By the way...Professor Gu Yi..."

"what?"

Wang Xuebin turned his head curiously, watching Professor McGonagall struggling to support the Philosopher's Stone with one hand, and took out a crumpled piece of paper that seemed to have been soaked in water from his arms with the other hand.

"Professor Gu Yi, this is...I...I picked up something by accident...Is...Did you drop it?"

Professor McGonagall handed over the paper and carefully looked at Wang Xuebin's expression. He took the paper and looked down, only to see that sentence written on the paper in his familiar font:

"Justice only exists between those with equal strength, and between those with great disparity in strength, the strong will do what they can, and the weak will suffer what they deserve!"

Seeing this sentence, and looking at Professor McGonagall's faintly complicated expression, Wang Xuebin smiled slightly and shook the crisp paper.

"...Haha, I think so, this is my lesson plan in class, Remus and the others should know about it, but only the first half of the sentence is written on this piece of paper..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Professor McGonagall seemed to let go of some knots in his heart. He relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the smiling face in front of him, and asked curiously:

"...Then... what is the second half of the sentence?"

"The second half of the sentence?"

Wang Xuebin flicked his left hand lightly, and the paper soaked in water burst into flames with a bang.

"...However, if you think that the weak must bear the ravages of the strong, and you are willing to endure it, then you are doomed to never escape the fate of your own weak!

Always remember, strength is never up to me, success or failure is not necessarily up to the sky, keep an unyielding heart! "

"Never admit defeat...Professor Gu Yi..."

"Huh?" Wang Xuebin turned his head.

"...Knowing you is the greatest luck in my life!"

Looking at Professor McGonagall who was showing a bright smile, Wang Xuebin also laughed heartily, pulled out the fifteen-inch elderberry wand from his arms, aimed at the messy ruins in front of him, and shouted loudly:

"Restore as usual!"

In an instant, Hogwarts Castle seemed to flow backwards in time, and pieces of waste rock rose from the ground and flew to where it should have been.

Under the command of Wang Xuebin's magic wand, the flowers, plants, trees, tower auditorium, broken lampstands, and torn portraits all returned to the places where they should return.

In Professor McGonagall's shocking eyes, the ruins of Hogwarts, which looked like a dump, had returned to her familiar appearance.

"...Knowing you is also the greatest luck in my life!"

With that said, Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked at Professor McGonagall, who was astonished beside him, with a mischievous smile on his face:

"...remember? This is the first spell you gave me..."

"Cleaned up..."

With a wave of the hand holding the wand, a burst of silver starlight emerged from the tip of the Elder Wand and spread rapidly, covering the huge Hogwarts Castle like a fairy tale.

Everything, just like the first time I saw it...

"...Submit quest...Return..."

Chapter 566 Resurrection

In the world of the magician's apprentice, in a remote factory, Veronica sat there with her arms folded in both hands, with a cold expression on her face, with no entry for strangers written all over her face.

Beside her, Diana and David Jr. were also sitting there, leaning on their chins with their hands, staring blankly at the huge cauldron not far away.

"...Veronica...you said...can he really come back from the dead..."

Diana looked at Wang Xuebin who seemed to be cooking soup not far away, her expression was full of complexity.

She wanted to believe that person's words, but was also afraid of feeling disappointed again...

There is no way, resurrecting from the dead, breaking the boundary between life and death, that is something only God can do...

But... there's always something to think about... isn't it?

"...let me see...

Dragon's blood...two ounces...

honey...honey? !Honey...Is this honey or lover? "

Looking at the manuscript of the resurrection of the undead jointly researched with Voldemort, Wang Xuebin stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head.