Professors McGonagall and Snape have just come out of Dumbledore's office.
"Obviously, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has been unable to find a suitable professor." Snape looked at McGonagall with empty eyes, and said in a long voice, "How can we find such a thing!"
Mag looked serious, pursed his lips, and did not immediately refute.
Lockhart is different from Quirrell.
Although Quirrell has a somewhat bad personality, he is a professor that everyone agrees with. He graduated from Ravenclaw with excellent grades, stayed in school and served as a teacher at Hogwarts. After a few years, he was promoted to professor.
Even McGonagall from Gryffindor thinks this kid is pretty good.
Snape and Quirrell also have a good relationship.
So at that time, Snape complained that Quirrell's ability was not enough to set a level for the Philosopher's Stone, and McGonagall was there to protect Quirrell.
Lockhart now?
Everyone didn't like him very much to begin with, and within a few days of school, this peacock started gesticulating everywhere.
He ran to show Professor Sprout how to heal the wounds of the Whomping Willow, making him look like he was more suitable to be an herbal medicine professor than the other person.
Recommended his own series of hair lotion to Snape, which is said to be optimized based on the formula of the Potter family back then.
I specially wandered to Hagrid's hut and taught him how to prevent the water monster from getting into the well, and taught him how to keep his pet dog's coat shiny.
Of course, the most intolerable thing is that he actually pointed out how to educate students and how to manage a magic school more efficiently in front of the great vice-principal McGonagall.
He also said that he had learned a lot of experience from Muggle school and planned to share it with McGonagall.
Nobody knows!
How did Mag use great perseverance to control his hand that was about to move?
She almost pulled out her magic wand on the spot, turned this proud peacock into a mouse, and then used books, chairs, feet, and nails to teach this scumbag a lesson.
Well, this is just a psychological activity. Mag still showed a rare smile, "I have something to do, maybe"
Then Lockhart could only leave with a look of regret, as if McGonagall had missed a hundred million.
What kind of person does it take to make everyone hate him within a few days of entering school?
"Even so!" Snape was a little angry and his tone became cold. "Dumbledore still rejected my application and would rather choose such a person! Although we all know that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed, there is no
People can serve for two years, but even if they only teach for one year!”
"Even if I only teach for a year!"
ps: The curse did not say that the professor would die. Those who died in the years of Harry Potter were purely their own fault.
"Well, maybe Professor Dumbledore has his own considerations." McGonagall said with a serious face. She turned her head and looked out the window of the castle.
God, I can't let Snape see the look in my eyes.
She almost laughed.
Perhaps in the wizarding world, Dumbledore has enough prestige, and people have a sufficiently mysterious and serious stereotype about him. But she worked with this professor when she was very young, and she really knows Dumbledore's character very well.
That is a child who will not grow up.
Oh, forgive her for describing Dumbledore like this, but this is the reality. She knows that Snape cannot be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Dumbledore definitely did it on purpose.
Just play.
Of course, if McGonagall asked him, Dumbledore would definitely have a lot of philosophical and profound words to answer.
Poor Snape, hehe.
At this moment, they suddenly heard a panicked cry, "Ouch!"
Snape's expression changed. If he heard correctly, this is
"Harry Potter!" Old Si lowered his head and looked coldly at Harry who fell on the ground at his feet. His eyes moved, as well as Ron, Hermione, and
Draco Malfoy!
And it was Draco who was petrified!
"Petrification is lifted!" Mag waved her wand quickly, but there was no movement. She frowned, "Petrification is over!"
Still no movement.
Come again!
"All curses come to an end!"
Still not released!
Snape narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew very well what McGonagall was capable of, and this situation was definitely abnormal.
He looked down at the three little ones coldly, "Maybe some people have forgotten how Gryffindor was deducted hundreds of points last year?"
"Tell me, what happened Draco?"
Hermione watched all this in horror. If they deducted 150 points from Gryffindor again, they would definitely be at the bottom of this year's Academy Cup. It's only been a few days since school started!
She didn't dare to see Professor McGonagall. She really didn't know how her dean would look at her.
It was Ron who said first, "It was Malfoy who bumped into us suddenly!"
"Bump you." Snape stared at Draco, suddenly reached out and turned him over, and saw a magical light pattern of pink feathers appearing on his back. "Did Anthony throw it here?"
Mag waved his wand violently, and countless golden stars sprinkled forward like mist, and a fast-moving trajectory appeared in front of him.
She took a big step forward, her figure changed, and finally turned into a tabby cat.
The tabby cat ran in the direction of the trajectory very quickly with a string of afterimages.
You know, Animagus can only turn a wizard into an ordinary animal without magic power!
However, this old witch, who may only be surpassed by Dumbledore in the field of transfiguration, turned into a tabby cat, but her speed was far faster than that of normal creatures!
"Harry Potter sent Draco to the school infirmary, and Hermione went to Dumbledore's office."
Before the three little ones could react, Snape raised his wizard robe and flew up.
The wizard's robe swayed like a big bat.
Bats are also extremely fast.
In an instant, the two professors disappeared, and the three little ones looked at each other.
"Fortunately, they didn't deduct points from us!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
Harry touched Malfoy tremblingly, "He's not dead, is he?"
"!!!" Ron's eyes widened.
Hermione had already started running quickly, "I'm going to find Dumbledore quickly. You guys need to send him to the school infirmary quickly."
Mag's advanced transformation technique,
Snape's flying spell,
The two of them followed the shimmering trajectory of golden light very quickly to the bathroom of Slytherin's dormitory.
A transparent bubble stood in front of them.
Looking in from a distance, I saw Anton making a shrill scream and falling to the ground.
Not far away, a translucent figure smiled and saluted them from a distance.
"Tom Riddle" Mag's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
Snape swallowed and his eyes became extremely cold.
call
The bubbles produced a large amount of mist, and the basilisk rolled up Tom's body.
Bo!
Bubbles burst.
The basilisk and Tom Riddle disappeared without a trace.
The two of them were about to rush in when they saw a figure suddenly float above Anton's body, a figure that was so familiar that it was so familiar.
Voldemort.
Voldemort has dull eyes and a distorted face.
"!!!" Mag.
"!!!" Snape.
I saw Voldemort emerging from Anton's body, floating upwards quickly, cracks appeared on his translucent body, countless black rays of light shot out from his cracks, and his whole body seemed to be about to explode.
At this moment, Anton waved his magic wand, pointed it at his eye sockets, "Crush out the bones!"
In an instant, countless black threads emerged from Anton's body, rushed towards Voldemort floating above his body, and plunged into the cracks.
There are more and more black lines.
One after another.
Finally, the black thread suddenly tightened and turned into a weird twisted chain full of weird patterns. It floated out from the back of Anton's head. The other end was connected to Voldemort and turned into a ball of black thread that filled the cracks in Voldemort's body.
.
Anton raised his wand gracefully.
The shadow of Voldemort floating on him also raised his wand.
"Recover as before!"
"Recover as before!" (Silence, mouth opening and closing.)
Stone fragments, wall lamp fragments, picture frames, faucets
All the objects flew away, and the bathroom quickly returned to its original state.
"Quack, quack," Anton laughed very weirdly and evilly.