Start at Marvel's Hogwarts Hoo

"Anyone who does not want to suffer pain and die tragically in an accident, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the third floor. In addition, we do not allow students to enter the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore stood up and waved his wand, removing the leftovers from the table. "Now that we have eaten and drank enough, let's sing the school song together! To the beat of your favorite! Sing!"

Everyone started singing, and John, who couldn't think of what to sing, had to follow George and Fred's funeral march.

"Very good, kids!" Dumbledore nodded kindly, "George and Fred... maybe you can try Beethoven's piece next time..."

"Principal Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall whispered, reminding Dumbledore to pay attention to the time. "The children have been busy all day and they need to rest."

"Well, everyone please follow your Dean... Also, have sweet dreams!"

"Prefects, take care of the students in your grade, and the freshmen will follow!" Professor McGonagall gave herself a loud voice.

John grabbed Hermione's hand. Just now, they, Ron and Harry were separated by the crowd.

"Every staircase here will move. If you don't want to be late, you'd better remember their rules." Senior sister Alicia Harris, who was hanging at the end of the Gryffindor line like John and the others, said to the two .

After entering Gryffindor Tower, the crowds were much reduced, and John had time to observe the ghosts and portraits around him.

He had a feeling that the Sharingan had a natural suppressive power on ghosts, and this power would become stronger and stronger as the Sharingan advanced.

Is it because of the Sharingan's mental control?

When they walked into the Gryffindor common room, they were already having a "Potter Welcome Party".

"Good news for you, the three of us are in the same dormitory." Ron grabbed a handful of Bibi's multi-flavor beans and sat on the sofa next to John. "Ugh...it smells like booger."

"Aren't you full yet?" Hermione, who was sitting next to John, asked curiously.

"His stomach always makes room for snacks." John picked a green bean from Ron's hand. "Um...durian flavored...you are so unlucky, Ron."

"Why don't you grab a handful and try it?" Ron said angrily.

"Gentlemen, I thought you were all lying in bed obediently." The older cat lady appeared quietly at the door of the lounge. "Now, go back to bed!"

The noisy crowd gradually dispersed, and Harry was finally free.

"Come on Harry, you share a dormitory with us." Ron stepped forward and pulled Harry.

"Mr. Wick, please stay here for a moment."

John was preparing to say goodbye to Hermione, but who knew that the older cat lady would suddenly have something unexpected happen.

"Professor, he..."

"Don't worry, Miss Granger, it's not a bad thing... Now, go find your dormitory and have a good sleep. The first class tomorrow is my class, so you'd better not be late."

"Oh...ok, Professor McGonagall."

When Hermione went upstairs, John made a vague reassuring gesture to her.

"Mr. Wick, in fact, we only allow young wizards above third grade to fall in love."

"We are just a little closer - after all, we grew up together." John stood up and straightened the folds of the wizard's robe. "So, what is it that requires you, Professor, to come and call me so late at night?"

"You didn't think it was night when you were making noise in the common room." Professor McGonagall turned and walked into the corridor. "Follow me, Mr. Wick."

"So, the principal is looking for me?"

"Why do you think so?"

"You just told me what happened...and I didn't do anything wrong. There is no reason for other professors to come to me...not to mention that it was you, the vice-president, who sent the message."

"You are very smart, Mr. Wick. Although I don't know what Principal Dumbledore wants to do with you...but like I said, it won't be anything bad."

"Is he planning to transfer all his magic power to me?"

"Uh...you have such a sense of humor, Mr. Wick."

John is not worried about Lao Deng looking for him.Although I still haven't figured out the purpose of him calling me to the office, it can be seen from the fact that Lao Deng didn't use Legilimency when he left the secret room that he was a great educator who respected the privacy of his students.

"So you started pursuing Miss Granger when you were three years old?"

"You used Legilimency on me?!"

This old guy actually used such an unforgivable spell on a first-year wizard who was as pure as a piece of paper?You still believe in him at the expense of your labor and capital!

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Wick." Dumbledore smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I have no other choice... In fact, I asked your teacher for his opinion on this matter."

My teacher is so strange.This old guy also cast the Imperius Curse on a Muggle?What about the Ministry of Magic?Is there any royal law?Are there any laws? !

John felt like he was going crazy!

I felt aggrieved, and suddenly I didn’t want to live anymore... After all, an old wizard saw me tricking a little girl with no moral integrity into becoming his wife.Really, sociality is dead.

"Relax, little one." Dumbledore pointed to the chair that suddenly appeared behind John. "As I said, love is the most amazing power in the world... It makes people crazy, makes people strong, and makes people crazy. People learn to protect rather than destroy blindly... It is a pity that Tom never understood the power of love, which made him..."

"Off topic." John sat on the chair and stared at the old man behind the desk.

How much content has this old man seen?

"Actually I only saw a little bit..."

"You're still reading my brain?!"

"Hmm... not really." Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Perhaps because of your teacher, I can only see the general experience of your upbringing... and... the surprising plan you came up with that night... Perhaps a lofty goal is more appropriate?”

"It seems that you came to me just for my plan that has only one general direction? Are you mentally ill?"

This kid has a really vicious mouth.

Dumbledore wiped the cold sweat from his head, "In fact, we all know what the wizarding world will face in the near future, but we can't know more detailed content...or...we don't know where the danger will come from... But your teacher said you knew."

"My teacher, my teacher, who the hell is my teacher?!" John jumped up from his chair. He felt that all this was so inexplicable: he was being beaten before he was ready. A revelation; a mysterious teacher; a bad night.He felt that everything was different from the movies he watched.As a prophetic time traveler, he has always had an inexplicable sense of superiority...

"Child, relax. I don't mean any harm... You have to understand, I don't have a few years to live..." Dumbledore looked at John apologetically, "What do you want to drink? Tea? Coffee? Honey water?"

"Honey water, thank you." John's voice was very dry, and the roar just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Now he could only curl up in the chair, like a little beast licking his wounds.

He felt terrible, he was probably the most humiliating time traveler.

A cup of warm honey water appeared in John's hand, and the warmth it brought supported him, allowing him to listen to the story the old man was about to tell in a clear mind.

"I've always known that we weren't the only spellcasters... I've known it for a long time. When my beloved and I were searching for the Deathly Hallows, we first came into contact with them, the Mages, the successors of Emperor Vishan. "

"They are different from wizards... at least they basically don't have to chant spells. Their bond with magic is much closer than ours. They guard the entire earth and resist the invasion of other dimensions... They... go much further than us. ."

"We met your teacher there - the Supreme Mage, Ancient One. She taught us a lot of things and helped us see the nature of the world clearly... We benefited a lot. And Gellert was more deeply affected than me. A lot."

"At that time, Gellert's mind was filled with the future of the wizarding world, and he didn't have any thoughts about himself at all... So... Gellert was not immersed in the ocean of knowledge like me."

"He wanted to ask the Supreme Mage for a way out, a way out of the magical world... But the Supreme Mage said that it was not yet time, and she could not interfere with time. Everything could only depend on the wizard himself..."

"Gellert took me away angrily. He felt that the Master Supreme was a hypocrite. He talked about saving the world, but turned a blind eye to the pleadings of the poor people in front of him..." Dumbledore sighed.

"After Gellert and I fell out, he was gathering strength and wanted to be the sword that broke the shackles of the wizarding world... But he failed... Terrorism and harm did unite the wizards, but inside But no one has sorted out the contradictions... The wizarding world is still treading water."

"After he discovered the problem, it was already too late... He regretted it... I will never forget that day, he cried like a child in front of me, 'I did wrong, Albus, stop it' Me! I beg you...'"

"After that day, he imprisoned himself in Nurmengard, the place where it all began..."

Looking at the old man who was deep in thought, John curled his lips.

What Gellert was worried about was nothing more than the rapid development of Muggles.To give a simple example, the Potions textbook used by Harry and the others is almost the same as the one used by Snape and the others, but the new textbook has a lot of deletions...

This cannot be seen in any Muggle country with a sound system. Every few years, new discoveries will appear in various professional fields and will be written into textbooks.

The wizarding world remains the same for hundreds of years.

Perhaps it is because wizards generally live longer, or perhaps because the extremely low population of the wizarding world limits the development of various fields... But the current situation is that the wizarding world has been stagnant. Even after the two wizarding wars, the wizarding world has lost The knowledge is just more sound laws and regulations.

The saints use three major curses, and the Death Eaters also use three major curses. This is equivalent to using weapons from World War I on the battlefield of World War II in the Muggle world... Isn't this going to give you a hammer on the head?

What's more, there is the Marvel world outside...or, at least, there is a Marvel world.Didn’t you hear the system talking about the gap between several planes?That's much more dangerous than the Muggle world in the original book.When John went to play in New Jersey, he heard that there was some kind of school for geniuses opened by a stupid rich second generation.This is another bald guy!

"Then what?" John interrupted the old man's memories. He really didn't want to stay in a closed room all night with a bad old man who was forced to imprison his beloved.

Who knows if he will suddenly lose my love and look ruined! ’, and then cast an Imperius Curse on yourself.