Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Hermione turned her head away arrogantly. She didn't want to argue with Ron on this matter, and turned to look at Harry. Harry had been in a bad state recently.

"What's wrong with you recently? Why do you always feel like you're out of your mind?"

Harry hesitated before telling them about the strange noises he had heard during Lockhart's confinement.

"Could it be that Lockhart hid the female ghost in the cabinet in his office?" Ron said excitedly.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted uncomfortably. She still had a slight affection for Lockhart.

Harry shook his head and said, "That voice sounded evil, and it seemed that I was the only one who heard it. Professor Lockhart didn't react at all."

"Perhaps you are not in a good state of mind lately. Do you also have a cold? The weather has been a bit erratic recently." Ron asked. His sister Ginny was also like this recently.

Ron also asked her if she was uncomfortable with school life.

"I think I should go find Madam Pomfrey and get some medicine, Wood will be mad if I miss the weekend Quidditch practice with a cold."

At this time Fred and George came in talking and laughing.

Fred hugged his brother's neck: "Ron, I have some good news for you. We are one step closer to our dream!"

"That's a big step!" George added.

"What tricks are you playing again? Mom will definitely send you a shouting letter if she finds out!"

"Aha, don't worry Ron. We will definitely shock your eyes this time!"

Fred waved excitedly.

In front of the huge golden galleons, their mother would definitely make concessions.

……

Chris locked the door to his office, took out his wand and cast all the enchantment spells he knew.

"Guard safely, protect everyone, silently..."

After a few minutes, Chris breathed a sigh of relief. Applying more than 30 large-scale spells at once was a big burden for him.

After placing the crown on the table, Chris hesitated for a moment, then took out his wand and "Call God's Guard"!

The silvery white light flowed and condensed into a huge lion that was far larger than ordinary size.

It has thick front paws that are comparable to an adult's thighs, and its thick mane is surrounded by dots of silver light.

"Roar"

The patron saint roared habitually after appearing, and the deafening sound echoed in the barrier.

The spacious office seemed a little cramped after this lion appeared.

Chris's patron saint is a lion!

Yes, the lion that symbolizes Gryffindor...

When Professor McGonagall learned about this, this noble and elegant lady with a round mouth was stunned for a long time before she recovered.

Then he excitedly ran to the principal's office, dragged Professor Sprout and Dumbledore to discuss very seriously whether the child could be transferred to another hospital, even though he was already in fifth grade.

Of course Professor Sprout did not agree. She did not let Chris leave even though he had no sense of belonging to the college.

You can't get what I can't get.

As a necessary patronus spell for many wizards, its role is not only to fight against dementors.

The patron saint released by happy memories can effectively resist all negative emotions of oneself, and it can play a very good role in purification.

Happiness is the enemy of all negative emotions.

If you delve into black magic without a guardian angel, you will be very vulnerable to black magic until you eventually fall.

Generally speaking, a powerful wizard does not necessarily have a patron saint, but a wizard with a patron saint is definitely not weak, because he can use powerful black magic soberly to a certain extent.

Chris controlled the patronus around the table, while he sat in a chair and looked at the crown carefully.

There was nothing unusual about the golden crown, and it remained motionless on the table.

Chris poked it with his wand, but there was no reaction.

Then a small pinch of calendar fire appeared on the tip of the wand, and the crown finally responded.

A trace of black mist floated up, trying to stay away from the approaching Lihuo, but it seemed that he was bound by the crown and could not escape.

But Tom was never seen coming out.

As Tom's first Horcrux diary when he was a student could communicate with people, it was impossible that this Horcrux wouldn't be able to communicate with people.

The key is to find the right method.

Take the lead directly?

It’s better to say goodbye, don’t make it look like the reborn self is Voldemort.

Putting the wand against his temple, Chris carefully pulled out a trace of his consciousness.

A thread close to nothingness was wrapped around the wand, slowly approaching the crown.

Slowly, the silk thread was gently wrapped around the crown.

Chris thought for a moment, then politely tapped the crown with his consciousness and conveyed a sentence.

"Tom? Are you there?"

The black mist slowly emerged on the Horcrux, just like a sleeping dragon slowly awakening. Chris could clearly feel the huge soul power contained in the black mist.

The black mist drifted unconsciously at first and then quickly gathered into a ball. Chris' consciousness wrapped around the crown slowly received a few intermittent words.

"Who are you?"

"Tom, have you forgotten that I am Dumbledore?"

"..."

After a long period of confusion, Heiwu finally came to his senses and responded quickly.

"No, you can't be him."

"Why is it impossible? Tom, have you forgotten? But I personally took you to Hogwarts to go to school."

"No!"

The black mist expanded and contracted violently, and Tom seemed to be a little excited.

"If you were him, you wouldn't communicate with me like this."

Chris thought for a moment and it seemed like the same thing. In Dumbledore's style, he discovered that Tom's Horcrux would be destroyed without saying a word.

"Actually, I'm a current student in Slytherin."

"Stop lying, who are you? Why do you know those things!"

Looking at the crown in front of him, Chris sighed. He really deserves to be Tom. It's not easy to fool him.

"Actually, I am Draco 6 Malfoy, known as the third Dark Lord. I am the son of your former subordinate Lucius 1 Malfoy."

"The Malfoys? The third Dark Lord?"

The black mist fell silent and drifted quietly, as if thinking about the credibility of the matter.

"What do you want from me?" Tom probed again after thinking for a while.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"..."

"By the way, this crown is quite important. Can you please come out?" Chris asked.

This time Tom didn't think about it for too long and responded quickly:

"I can't get out. This crown has been integrated with me. If you need it, you can use it directly. The effect is the same."

I believe in you.

"I don't feel comfortable using it with you in there, Tom."

“…It became one with me.”

"You disappoint me so much Tom."

"..."

Chris withdrew his wand and regained his consciousness, no longer paying attention to Black Mist's struggle.

He directly put the crown away and prepared to hang it for a while. Although Tom inside did not know the specific period of Voldemort, it was obviously not easy to extract some advanced black magic, and this matter could not be rushed.