Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

"Travis, you seem to be very...irritable lately."

Dumbledore sat behind the table and looked at Travis, originally he wanted to say manic.

"The dispute with the centaurs is over. Not to mention, you attacked Professor Lockhart in Diagon Alley before school started, killed a squid in the lake yesterday, and deliberately injured Professor Lockhart today... You are doing him a disservice. Do you have any objections? Or do you have any objections to me and Hogwarts?"

"How can I have a problem with you? I have no problem with Hogwarts. This is simply my second home!" Travis immediately denied it.

Dumbledore nodded, pleased with what Travis said.

"Then you have a problem with Professor Lockhart himself?" Dumbledore asked.

"No objection~ I just hate him, very pure."

Dumbledore was speechless, thinking to himself, you might as well have an opinion!

"How did he offend you?"

"He didn't offend me, it's just that I've always been disgusted with people who don't have real talent and like to show off. By the way, why did you hire him as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Do you need me to help you change your glasses?" Travi Si asked.

"His theoretical level is pretty good."

"Defence Against the Dark Arts is not a history of magic."

Dumbledore nodded to show that he knew, then sighed.

"I wrote letters to many people before, but because of the curse, no one else was willing to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Lockhart can at least teach you theory - although he doesn't actually teach it - but it's better than having no professor at all, right?"

What Dumbledore said makes sense, but it also makes very little sense.

"Isn't there Professor Snape? Hasn't he always wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Travis asked.

Dumbledore blinked: "He has to teach Potions and I'm afraid he won't be able to spare the time to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"The Potions class is not cursed. Wouldn't it be nice to hire another professor to teach the Potions class?"

"There are not that many people who are qualified to become professors at Hogwarts. Even if we start recruiting now, I'm afraid it will have to wait until next year."

Travis couldn't help but rolled his eyes, thinking that even a guy like Lockhart could be a professor, what else could a cat or a dog not be?

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

"Oh well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I obviously wanted to criticize Travis, but why did Travis keep asking me?

"And why did I criticize him before?"

At this moment, Dumbledore couldn't help but have some doubts about his memory - maybe he was really old.

"I hope Professor Lockhart's mind is strong enough."

Dumbledore couldn't help but feel ashamed for Lockhart when he thought about Lockhart being held in that position for so long in public.

But we can only hope that Lockhart can adjust his mentality - new professors are really hard to find!

On the other hand, Travis received a very warm welcome after leaving Principal Dumbledore's office, and it seemed that word had spread about what he had done in class.

This also shows how unpopular Lockhart is among the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—and perhaps not as popular among the teachers.

Responding to every "comrade" with a smile, Travis returned to the dormitory all the way.

Ron kept his promise and lent Travis the ancestral wizard chess piece for study.Although Ron didn't say anything this time, Travis promised again that he wouldn't break it.

Some old objects are not only objects, but also emotional sustenance. No amount of money can buy them.

I believe everyone has something like this. It may have a low market price, but every time you see it, it reminds you of something or someone in the past.

Even if you can't think of anything when you see it, you will feel at ease and comfortable when you see it.

Nine times out of ten things in life will be unsatisfactory, and having something that makes you feel comfortable must be priceless.

Although Travis wasn't exactly cautious when holding the wizard chess piece, he was still cautious.

Observe the chess pieces one by one from different angles and then put them back on the chessboard, then turn the chessboard back and forth to direct them to fight, and carefully observe their movements.

Not to mention, these little things are quite interesting if you look closely. Instead of making people feel rude when they fight, they make people feel cute.

"Cute things are always easier for people to accept. If I want to make auto chess, the first batch of chess pieces should also be cute, making it a game for young people." Travis made up his mind.

The so-called games for young children refer to games that even children can accept and understand, just like the world Travis himself lives in.

The bugs buried in the front will never be filled in later. Who made the first and second volumes positioned as children’s literature~

Thinking of this, Travis couldn't help but think of the basilisk again.

The basilisk has lived for thousands of years, and its strength is no less than or even greater than that of an adult fire dragon. In the end, it was unable to catch an underage wizard. After losing its most powerful weapon, the eyes, it was used by the young wizard who could not use any magic to use physics. Kill instantly with one attack.

This kind of plot can only exist in children's literature. Internet novels don't dare to write it like this. If an online novel dares to write it like this, it will definitely be criticized to death!

"The location of the basilisk should be further down in the basement, but I couldn't find it when I made the 3D map of Hogwarts... It must have been hidden by magic."

"Now that the diary is in my hand, I definitely can't let go of my brain and let Tom Cat control my thoughts. How can I find the basilisk?"

Travis was lost in thought.

Naturally, he found the basilisk in order to kill it to obtain precious magic materials. Travis had never considered catching it as a pet.

The instant death effect of the basilisk's eyes is a bit too buggy. Even if you catch this thing, if you accidentally make eye contact with it one day, you may end up burping right on the spot.

Magic is so evil that it makes no sense at all.

"It would be possible to catch the family members of the enemies of the later dynasty...but the problem is that I don't have any enemies either!"

Travis thought about it and couldn't figure out who he had a grudge against.

It is said that a person who is not envied by others is a mediocre person, but a genius like Travis really has no enemies.

"It's all because I'm too good, so good that they can't even resist!"

"Well, it must be so!"

A truly peerless genius will not have a bad person dare to do bad things. Being able to do bad things only shows that the gap between the two is not big enough, and it is not big enough to make the other party despair!

The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and he felt that he could do it again.

How could he think he could do it if it wasn't sunny and it kept raining?

Voldemort?

Patient ~

Doctors are the reborn parents of patients!

Wait...it seems like Voldemort...