Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The episode at breakfast soon spread to the ears of the professors, most of them just smiled knowingly at this, and even felt that the new Professor Voldemort didn't seem to be so close to others from thousands of miles away, But for someone who knew well that Voldemort entered the school after an exchange, his behavior was obviously intriguing.

Principal Dippet then sat in the office with Dumbledore, discussing seriously.

"──How do you feel about this matter?"

Gently adding sugar to his milk glass, Dumbledore stared at Principal Dippet seriously with sky blue eyes, and slightly pursed his lips under the long beard: "America...is there any recent developments?" ?”

Principal Dippet shook his head, his body as huge as a wine barrel squeezed hard on the chair, and looked a little bloated: "The United States still hasn't sent troops, they only increased the supply of arms to the Muggle government."

"...What about the battle?"

"Still stalemate, Albus, what do you think of Mr. Lord Voldemort? He seems to really want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"──That position must never be given to him! Armando, you should know that the mystery and power of black magic are the most attractive to simple students. That person is an absolute fan of power. Just look at his performance when he entered school... ...In my opinion, he should not even be taught the history of magic, and letting him into Hogwarts would only lead the wolf into the house—”

"Yes, of course I know this, but if we want to win the war, we can't let the United States fall to them. What choice do we have?"

Regarding Dumbledore's agitated words, Principal Dippet just asked tiredly. He sighed and buried himself deeper in the relatively narrow chair, which looked like a collapsed bucket: " And if it were you, would you be willing to throw away a subject with no influence for you to teach? Albus, that gentleman is also unlikely to be willing..."

"..." Dumbledore was silent, and Principal Dippet was also in deep thought, and at this moment, the portrait behind them spoke—"I have a solution."

He said that when they heard the sound and turned their heads, they saw an old man with long beard who did not know which generation of principal pushed his glasses. Under his brick-thick glass, his pair of deep black eyes looked deep. The portrait was A headmaster from Ravenclaw, and under the embarrassment of the two juniors, he used his erudite knowledge to dig out a knowledge from the depths of their memory for them.

──Absolutely important, esoteric and complicated, it used to be the knowledge that all wizards must learn, but it was almost lost in the long river of time due to various changes.

Principal Dippet and Dumbledore were excited, and they looked at each other with smiles on their faces. Then, with a wave of Principal Dippet's hand, the snow-white quill was stained with ink, and a letter was quickly completed. Under the guidance of the leader, it was delivered to Voldemort's office.

...What were they going to have Voldemort teach?

It was not long before everyone knew.

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The taupe and fat owl spread its wings, and when it landed in front of Voldemort, a piece of letterhead with a beautiful gold lace seal and a wax seal fell into Voldemort's hand. Voldemort's long fingers in snow-white gloves So he shook open the envelope, and then he glanced at the brief content.

The letter was really short, only dozens of fluent cursive characters. The main idea of ​​the text was that after discussion, they decided to invite Voldemort to be the professor of the course "Introduction to Quantitative Computation in Magic". If Voldemort has any questions, he can write back and inquire. If Voldemort is really unable to teach this subject, he can choose another day and make another arrangement for him, but it may take more time in terms of time.

... If it is impossible?

Such a word would never have appeared in the Dark Lord's dictionary.

Voldemort looked at the letter with a sneer, and the white paper in his hand instantly ignited and turned into fly ash. He only exhaled his last gasp on the table, and then he shook his newly-changed robe, with fluttering sleeves, and his posture He walked towards the library leisurely, elegantly and handsomely—nothing can stop the great Lord Voldemort, but the great Lord Voldemort must first understand what the "Introduction to Quantitative Computing in Magic" is...

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A week after the start of school, a new notice appeared on all the bulletin boards in Hogwarts-"Eagerly welcome Mr. Lord Voldemort to be the professor of "Introduction to Quantitative Computation in Magic" in our school. This course is an elective course. , the content is mainly based on theory and academic theory, and the class location is located in the lecture hall, if necessary, it will be outdoors, and it is open to all interested students.”

The publicity was well done, and the teacher has become a topical figure since the beginning of school, replacing Tom.Ruidou became Lord Voldemort, the first dream lover of the college, so it is natural to imagine how popular this course is...at least almost all the Slytherin students and most of the female students have signed up, and there are even a few A ghost shyly huddled in the classroom to listen in, and Lord Voldemort's second grand appearance did not disappoint anyone──

The time for him to appear is still after everyone is seated.

On time, arrive.

But the way of appearance this time is different from last time. Today's Voldemort is facing away from the students and is slowly composed of dots of light. As the flickering starlight gathers from all directions in the classroom, all the torches, candles and lighting suddenly go away. Bright, the twisting flame was like a welcome firework, and the expectant eyes of the students locked Voldemort's back firmly.

The tiny spot of light finally returned to his human form, and the fully revealed Voldemort turned around calmly, with a majestic and stern face, but the boy sitting in the first row of desks and chairs who was smiling and winking at him made him lose his composure... …Voldemort took a deep breath and glanced at Tom, frowning slightly, then he cleared his throat as if he hadn't seen it.

The voice amplified by magic attracted the audience's attention. Voldemort said to all the students present in a deep voice: "As those who are lucky enough to sit here, you are very lucky, children... because what you want to learn is ancient spellcasting. A compulsory course for all spellcasters... yes, 'spellcasters', as they were called before wizards and alchemists split into two groups..."

Mystery and antiquity always draw people's imagination, and the students started to discuss in surprise, just as Voldemort expected, but the buzzing sound made Voldemort feel a little noisy and his ears were ringing, so he took a few steps towards the middle of the podium, pointing his hands towards the desks and chairs The aisle in between, gently stretch your fingers, and the originally flat ground will appear with a scale and a bull's-eye marked with distance.

"...So now, can anyone tell me how far is the maximum range of his magic? What is the accuracy?"

He asked softly, his hoarse voice shook the audience with interest, and the students looked at each other, because they had never tried Voldemort's question before, and therefore they could not give Voldemort a satisfactory response.

Cold field.

If Xiang is so eagerly watched by people, it is considered silent.

The students almost all looked at Voldemort and planned to listen carefully, but Voldemort didn't intend to end it without getting an answer. He casually picked a sleepy-looking glaring boy who was sitting in the back, and asked him to stand up and answer his own question.

Of course, as a not-so-dedicated teacher, Voldemort didn't intend or need to recognize everyone's names, but he had his own method. With the snap of Voldemort's fingers, everyone saw the boy's body flashing. A golden light passed, and then Voldemort squinted his eyes leisurely, and said softly to the boy: "Looking at the school badge, you should be in the third grade. Have you learned a few magics that can hit the target? Then please come to the front of the podium and aim at the boy." Target and shoot as far as you can."

The boy who was pointed shrugged, put his hands in his trouser pockets and held his wand under his side, and walked forward unsteadily. When he got up, the stud on his left ear was shining under the candlelight, and it was very beautifully red.

The boy stood in front of the podium and muttered a few words, and then the tip of his magic wand that looked like a wolf's tail shot out a beautiful red light, easily hitting the center of the target two or three meters away.

"Very good, very proficient disarming spell, Ravencrow adds ten points, now you can shoot further."

Voldemort nodded, and asked the boy to give him a distance, five meters... seven meters and then eight meters, and when he reached 20 meters, the boy couldn't shoot accurately, the light emitted was either too high or too low, He could barely pass the target, but when he was asked to aim at a target 50 meters away, his magic couldn't reach the target at all, and the magic he shot fell to the ground after flying for a while, and there was a sound in the lecture hall There were sparse laughter.

For the boy's failure, Voldemort didn't blame the boy, he just calmly let the students sit down, then he picked up his wand and tapped the air, the trajectory of the magic that the boy had shot was captured back and then redrawn and shrunk down on the blackboard── shot It is straight at first, and then gradually falls in an arc as the distance increases, just like a parabola.

Voldemort pointed his wand at the parabolic arc on the blackboard, and asked the students in the audience, "Is there anyone who would like to talk about why the magic power dropped?"

The students in the audience, Wen Yan, responded enthusiastically. Almost everyone raised their hands upright. After watching for a while, Voldemort clicked on Abraxas next to Tom, and the little platinum nobleman stood up triumphantly, Prolonged the ending: "Professor report, it's because that classmate's magic power is not strong enough."

"Oh? Then try it out."

Voldemort raised his handsome eyebrows and brought Albraxas up on stage.

As expected, Abraxas is Malfoy from a pure-blood nobleman. After chanting the spell, his attack was much farther than that classmate, but he also flew down after flying a limited distance, so Voldemort caught it again. The trajectory shot by Abraxas asked the same question again, this time, significantly fewer people raised their hands.

Voldemort, who started the roll call again, skipped Tom as usual, and this time named Dumbledore's lover Minerva, the future Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses and stood up, "Professor, I think it's because the distance is too far. "

"Good answer, ten points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Voldemort nodded approvingly to Minerva, and then pointed to the blackboard. This time, an angry little figure appeared vividly on the blackboard throwing an ink bottle. The ink bottle also fell after drawing an arc, and the ink splashed. , Then Voldemort merged the three parabolas together and said to the students: "A few centuries ago, an alchemist discovered the force of gravity. This theory explains why all objects with weight fall down-because they are affected by The earth is attracted, but why doesn’t the magic we shoot fly straight forward and also fall? Does it also have weight and be affected by other forces as well? Is there anything else that has weight even though it is invisible?”

Voldemort smiled lightly, closed the textbook in his hand, and said, "This... is today's homework, please write a paper on the above questions at least two feet long, with pictures and illustrations, but the handwriting should be clean and standard, So does anyone have any questions about today's class?"

Voldemort looked around at everyone, while Tom lazily raised his paw, and the smile on his fair little face looked extremely eye-catching in the silence that was drooping due to a lot of homework.