Head of Teaching at Hogwarts

There was suddenly silence in the Potions Professor's underground office.

Snape pursed his lips, as if he still couldn't believe what he just heard, while Dumbledore raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked up at the sky, as if he was reminiscing about the past, "Of course, Russell is still very different from Grindelwald. of."

Dumbledore returned to normal, "Voldemort saw everyone else as cattle to be slaughtered, Grindelwald saw everyone else as a tool."

Then he looked at Snape and asked: "Severus, you have taught Russell for seven years, what do you think Russell thinks of other people?"

Snape shook his head, "I don't know, maybe, at least I hope he thinks of me as his professor."

Dumbledore smiled, "I don't think so. I think Russell treats all of us as idiots, including me. From today when he took out the removal order signed by all the school board of directors, I knew it."

Snape opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips.

"But this may be one of Russell's advantages over Grindelwald and Voldemort."

"Advantages?" Snape frowned.

Dumbledore said seriously: "Russell is a person without any blood or racial discrimination. In this regard, he is stronger than Grindelwald and Voldemort.

Grindelwald wanted to dominate Muggles and other species, Voldemort wanted to destroy all Muggles and other species, and Russell was much better.

According to my observations of him, he should treat all other creatures, regardless of bloodline or species, basically equally, thinking that they are all idiots, without any discrimination. "

"Is this a good thing?" Snape snorted, "I don't think so."

"Maybe he will gather everyone under his command and then eliminate them in the name of the world not needing idiots. We all know that his talent is even greater than yours.

Besides, he seems to be more attractive than a bad old man like you. Countless people may be willing to rule for him, study his every word, and regard it as truth.

What kind of honorific will they give him, Dark Lord III, White Devil, or simply call him Principal?"

"No, Severus, I don't think you need to be too anxious." Dumbledore interrupted Snape's association, "I think Russell may simply want to make the world a better place." good."

"More importantly, I have observed Russell for many years and have never found that he uses any means to achieve his goals. I think that at least now, Russell is worthy of trust."

Snape sneered: "You also thought that Grindelwald was trustworthy and that that person was not bad to the core. I think they should thank you."

Dumbledore did not respond to Snape's taunt, but concluded: "What Russell's ultimate goal is, I can only guess but cannot be sure."

"So I think making Russell the headmaster of Hogwarts this time may be an opportunity for us to see him clearly."

"Whether he will be the Dark Lord III, the White Lord, or some kind of principal, we can use this opportunity to find out."

Snape opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he just smiled sarcastically: "Dumbledore, do you want me to help you spy on my favorite student in school?"

Dumbledore blinked innocently, "Severus, if I didn't make this request to you, wouldn't you help me monitor Russell?"

......

When Snape sent Dumbledore away from his office, his mind gradually became heavier.

His favorite student seemed to have always regarded him as a fool, and he was very likely to become the third Dark Lord.

what is this?

......

At this moment, Russell didn't know that he was about to be designated as the "White Devil" or "Principal".

However, if he knew Dumbledore's evaluation of himself, he would definitely agree.

Russell has always looked down upon the various behaviors of everyone in the wizarding world, even the two Dark Lords Grindelwald and Voldemort.

Grindelwald sacrificed everything in order to become a ruler, but in the end he could only be imprisoned for life, which was completely counterproductive.

As for Voldemort, it's even more funny. His ultimate goal is immortality. Even including the ten years he spent on his last breath, he only lived 71 years old. You must know that the average life span of British Muggles is 82 years old. "

But it's not that Russell really thinks that all other people are idiots, but that he thinks that there is something wrong with the general environment of the magical world itself.

There are problems starting from the most basic Hogwarts education to the topmost Ministry of Magic and Wizengamot. In other words, this is the "fixed problem" of the wizarding world.

But the person Russell is going to meet next is not a fool born of the general environment, but the real deal.

With the command of "Ice Coke", the person he had made an appointment with tonight arrived in the principal's office.

He has a handsome appearance, thick blond hair, decent and fashionable emerald green robes, and a charming smile showing white teeth.

As soon as he entered the door, Lockhart greeted him warmly: "Principal Carl Russell, I have known you for a long time. It is a pleasure to see you at Hogwarts."

"Good evening, Professor Lockhart." Russell greeted Lockhart nonchalantly, and then said:

"Professor Lockhart, I regret to inform you that your dueling club activities at Hogwarts have been officially canceled from now on."

Lockhart seemed to have heard something unbelievable. He opened his mouth wide and was stunned for two seconds before he said, "No, Russell, you can't do this even if you are the principal.

The students at Hogwarts were eager to meet me.

I am a third-class recipient of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, and a five-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award - but I won't talk about it. I don't rely on my smile to drive away all evil. A female ghost! "

Russell didn't care about Lockhart's various titles. He knew very well where Lockhart's achievements came from, so he was not interested in continuing to listen to Lockhart's self-praising, but casually snapped his fingers.

"Passed out!"

Behind Lockhart, the house elf Illidan raised a finger, and then at Russell's signal, Illidan took off a bunch of hair from Lockhart's head and put it in the prepared reagent and drank it.

Half a minute later, Russell looked at Illidan, who looked exactly like Lockhart on the ground, and nodded with satisfaction.

Don't blame me, it's Voldemort's curse.

Muttering to himself, Russell put Lockhart's body away, placed it in a box with a traceless expansion spell, and ordered Illidan to take it with him.