The Last Goodbye

Thought you would say I can't date you - because you don't like me. Riddle smiled slyly. Harry was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Okay, I won't ask you out." The boy turned sideways, lowered his head and kissed the other person's face.The savior, who hadn't slept all night and had a long reflex arc, drew back before he could resist the other person. "See you in class, Professor Potter." Riddle saluted respectfully, and then walked away without forgetting to lock the door behind him.The young man who was left in the room was holding the cold cup of tea in a daze, and only after a long time did he frustrate his messy hair. Harry tapped his wand on the spread "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts" and mobilized the little magic power left.Lines of text began to appear on the originally blank page.He flipped through the book carefully, and stopped when he read a page. "This kid..." Harry held his book collection with some dumbfounding—between page 148 and page 151, a page was torn off.

VERDIMILLIOUS, PARTII

1938

When the Ravenclaw prefect and Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant Miss Fawley came to the substitute professor's office, they saw Harry Potter lying unconscious on his desk.Miss Ravenclaw curled her lips in dissatisfaction, stepped forward to wake up the young teacher, and then summarized the teaching content that Galatea had explained before in the most concise language. "You mean..." Harry, who was still thinking hazyly, didn't quite know whether he had misunderstood the meaning of the other party, "Even freshmen in the first year only have combat lessons?"

"Professor Merrythought said that Defense Against the Dark Arts does not need a theoretical basis - books cannot save you on the battlefield." The little witch spoke plausibly.What a professor with personality, Harry thought to himself.He looked at the one-page handout, and there was nothing written on it other than a brief introduction to the name of the spell to be learned today and the level requirements for the students.This leaves enough space for him to play.The savior then cheered up, "Please show me the classroom, Miss Fawley."

If Harry was just surprised when he heard about Galatea's straight-forward teaching method, our savior was really shocked when he saw the witch's classroom layout - the Ravenclaw head of the practical school is by no means a waste of fame - She even personally used the extension spell to transform her classroom into a full-scale Roman Colosseum.The sun was shining brightly here, the warm Mediterranean wind was blowing, and flocks of starlings flew over their heads from time to time.A huge circular building rose from the ground in front of them. The gray-white stone exuded a majestic and classical atmosphere, just like the cold and noble beauty of Galatea Merrythought.

"Simply perfect." As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Harry felt ashamed in his heart.He aimed his wand at the midday sun, and pulled it slowly westward.The celestial phenomena moved with the young man's actions.In an instant, the sun sank to the west mountain, and the bright moon was in the sky.The teaching assistant looked at this strange substitute professor in surprise. Although he looked young and sloppy, in the final analysis, he still had two brushes. "Can you teach me this spell, Mr. Potter?" she asked humbly. "Of course." Harry wrote in mid-air with his wand, and with a light tap, the text turned into a roll of parchment and fell into the hands of the little witch.Miss Ravenclaw finally smiled happily.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the freshmen of Slytherin and Gryffindor arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on time. While everyone was admiring the magnificent Roman Colosseum under the night sky, Tom Riddle and Quint Weasley watched in shock their substitute professor.

This Harry Potter is really everywhere and omnipotent - the little devil thought to himself.

"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry glanced at the students of the two houses in a friendly manner, but did not respond to the shocked eyes of two teenagers.

"I'm Harry Potter, your substitute professor. Defense Against the Dark Arts is a practical class - if anyone missed this small building behind us." The students laughed. "In this lesson, we are going to learn Verdimillion Charm. This spell can reveal objects hidden by black magic." He gestured to the stone platform beside him, which was empty.

"Please watch carefully, Verdimillion!" The young man pointed his wand upwards and slowly drew a circle.A fluorescent green halo appeared in the night sky.The green light shattered down, and when passing the stone platform beside him, the outline of a golden trophy appeared on the originally empty platform.The green light disappeared quickly, and the stone platform returned to its empty appearance.

Harry repeated his previous demonstration, and the silhouette of the trophy flashed away again.The little wizards looked eager to try, and several of them had already raised their hands.But Harry was in no rush to respond to their request.He pointed his wand at the trophy and flicked it lightly.

"I just hid it in the Colosseum. Now please divide into two groups, and the first group to find the trophy with VerdimillionCharm will add five points to their academy." Discovered that the first class was actually a treasure hunt , the little wizards were divided into groups in an instant.

"Professor," a student from the Snake Academy raised his hand, "Can we form a group of three? There are 15 people in our academy." Another student from the Lion Academy also raised his hand, "We have 17." Harry glanced at Students, their eyes finally landed on Riddle.The boy who had already stood in a group with the Slytherin girl next to him suddenly had an ominous premonition.His guardian chuckled, "Salazar Potter from Slytherin, you and Gryffindor's... Quint Weasley are in a group, and the others are in pairs." The students of both houses looked at their representatives sympathetically, But no one wants to trade with them. "Be careful not to cast the spell on other people, it will hurt if you get hit by it. Then let's start!" Harry raised his hand, and the fence around the Colosseum fell down.The freshmen ran in immediately, and soon Riddle and Quint were the only ones left standing.The young devil's face was extremely smelly, while his partner's face was full of doubts.He seemed to have so many questions that he didn't know where to ask them. Quint finally decided to ask the most important one, "Mr. Potter, why are you here?"

"Because I'm a professor at Hogwarts, Mr. Weasley." Harry looked at him mildly, but didn't intend to say anything more. Quint had no choice but to nod with a half-knowledge.His partner had adjusted his mood and strode towards the Colosseum.He deliberately lowered his voice as he passed Harry, "You're revenge."

"It's good that you know," the other party replied in a low voice, "Don't damage my book next time."

From time to time, bright green circles of light rose in the night sky of Rome, shining like fireworks to illuminate the dark night. Professor Potter walked around the open space outside the arena, occasionally guiding the students who came to correct the pronunciation of spells.

"Riddle..."

"Last time, it's Salazar Potter."

"I'm sorry, Salazar, that..." the red-haired boy hesitated and asked, "Is Mr. Potter a wizard too?"

"Otherwise." The black-haired boy was a little impatient.He was using a spell to illuminate the cave where the two were.It appears to have been used by the ancient Romans to store weapons and livestock for fighting beasts.The fluorescent green circle of light slowly descended, but there was no trace of the trophy in the hole.

"So, he's not a writer...then why was he there in the first place?" Quint was even more puzzled. "Please step aside." Riddle pushed him away from the door, and climbed to the commanding heights of the Colosseum alone.

From here you can overlook the whole panorama of the circular building.He believes that with the character of a guardian, he will not hide the trophy in a too hidden place, let alone find a stand randomly, because he will definitely not remember it himself.He probably left some marks or clues... The young man walked slowly with his arms folded, and inadvertently remembered the other party's book collection—his guardian seemed to have a strong interest in black magic and the history of magic.Although the Colosseum belonged to the historical category of Muggles, Harry was quite familiar with the Muggle world. After all, he could pretend to be a writer in front of Ms. Cole without any sense of disobedience.I have also read his rich collection in his shop.So the venue itself is the best clue - the trophy should be awarded to the winning gladiator by the Roman emperor or bishop who watched the event in history, right?Those aristocrats usually sit on the observation deck on the first floor, and the emperor and bishop must sit in the place with the widest view. Riddle walked slowly along the edge of the top floor, observing the entire building carefully.Students below continued to cast spells, green lights came and went, illuminating the entire Colosseum—he found it.

"Salazar!" Quint rushed over, the open-minded Gryffindor lion