Seven hundred and sixtieth chapters look directly at the heart
"I'm so sorry, Newt—"
Nick Flamel sighed softly and shook his head slowly, with a deep apology on his face.
"As you know, just a few months ago, I had completely destroyed the remaining Philosopher's Stone accompanied by the Ministry of Magic, the Federation, and Dumbledore. Even if I accepted this invitation
, I can’t hold on too long..."
Human physique has its limits. As a remnant from centuries ago, his life has long been bound to the elixir of life. With the destruction of the magic stone, the potion left behind by him is barely enough to support him at most.
Three months' time.
Three months is really too hasty for anything.
"In fact, we have already considered this for you in advance."
However, before Nick Flamel could finish speaking, Newt Scamander shook his head slightly and interrupted the old man's words.
Immediately afterwards, the master of magical animals, one of the O5 members of SCP, took a deep breath, stretched out his left hand and took out a delicate silk bag from his arms, and solemnly placed it on the old wizard's chest.
On the workbench.
Click.
A flash of coquettish red light passed through the opening of the silk bag and caught Nick Flamel's eyes.
"So, what if we add this?"
"This-this is..."
Nico Flamel's eyes suddenly opened and he turned his head to look at Newt in disbelief.
"This is the magic stone that belongs to Paracelsus, Mr. Flamel. There are more magic stones in this world than the one you have. If you don't mind, Mr. Paracelsus is willing to
I’m cutting it off for you for now.”
Newt Scamander shrugged his shoulders, looked at Flamel with a calm expression, and asked softly.
"Then, your decision now is..."
"I see. Is that little guy Paracelsus alive? It's really surprising news. Judging from this situation, he should have obtained a certain number, right? It's really more and more scary.
It’s—”
Instead of continuing to pay attention to the magic stone that countless people in the magic world dreamed of, Nick Flamel shook his head, let out a sigh of unknown meaning, picked up the exquisitely crafted metal badge, put it in his hand and rubbed it slowly.
Fairy craftsmanship, extremely delicate magical processing, but the appearance retains a trace of rough Muggle machine tools...
Rather than saying that this is a logo that will highlight his identity in the future, it is better to say that it is a self-introduction of "it".
"...You have posed a difficult problem for me."
Nick Flamel gave a bitter smile and looked helplessly at Newt Scamander. Even Paracelsus, who had been hiding for so many years, was dug out again. As one of Dumbledore's partners,
Flamel naturally knew the other party's determination.
"It's just that I still don't understand. Why does it have to be me?"
"Because -" Newt shook his head and said in a complicated tone, "You are a real 'magician', a human wizard in the true sense. We need your wisdom and experience. Besides you, there is no one else."
There is no other suitable person."
Really, a magician?
This statement sounds like...
Nick Flamel frowned slightly, turned his cheek, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the Hogwarts letter on the table that he had read many times before - human... wizard?
"So, last question, Scamander..."
Nico Flamel shook his head, temporarily suppressing the confusion in his heart, and turned to look at Newt.
"If I am [05-1: Magician], then what should I call you? And besides you, what are the numbers and code names of the other members? At least Dumbledore and
You should all have your own numbers, right?"
…
"Humanity has reproduced for nearly three million years, but only the last four thousand years are meaningful..."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a classroom on the third floor of the castle.
Gilderoy Lockhart stood on the podium, his eyes slowly looking around the little wizards in the classroom. A green robe shrouded his body, and his handsome face was full of seriousness and seriousness, without any trace of the book cover.
of playful expression.
Unlike the "Squib Professor" from the previous class, Lockhart's power to intimidate students is obviously much greater.
As the castle bell rang, Gilderoy Lockhart quickly walked into the classroom. As he walked forward, he drew out the magic seed and waved it neatly to the side. The curtains on the left side of the classroom quickly fell down one after another.
, making a clattering sound.
In less than ten seconds, the entire classroom was completely enveloped in a mysterious atmosphere.
Without any introduction, Lockhart cleared his throat and started his first lesson directly.
"So, what were we doing during those millions of years?"
Under the nervous gaze of all the young wizards, Gilderoy Lockhart lowered his voice, like a prophet beside an ancient fire.
“We hide in caves, sit around small campfires, and fear the things we don’t understand—those explanations of how the sun rises, those monsters with human heads and bird bodies, those living stones. Ignorance
Prehistoric Muggles called them "gods" and "demons" and prayed to them for forgiveness and salvation..."
"Sadly, redemption and salvation did not come - so the wizard appeared."
"We drove away the harpies, we learned how to drive the moving stones...
"Afterwards, their number decreased, and our number increased. There were fewer and fewer things that humans feared, and ordinary people finally had a little breathing space and were able to look at the world from a so-called 'rational' perspective."
"However, the world has never changed... magic and things beyond magic have always existed."
"If we don't want to go back to the scary era, then wizards can't stand still. Nothing can protect us. We are the blades and shields of human civilization. We must learn how to continue the fire and protect ourselves."
"Because of this, while people with limited talents live in the sun, there is a group of top wizards who have been fighting in the shadows against the incredible things in the world, preventing them from being exposed to the public, so that other people - whether they are wizards
Only if you are a Muggle can you live in a peaceful, sane, and safe world."
"And I, Gilderoy Lockhart."
Gilderoy Lockhart drew his wand and waved it rapidly in the air.
Following his movements, all the blinds around the classroom were instantly raised, and the bright sunlight passed through the windows again and spilled into the spacious classroom. A series of purple-sparking squiggles appeared in the air.
.
"Order of Merlin Level 3, Order of Merlin Level 2, honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, five-time winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award, a well-known best-selling author, who has been working hard to protect the world in the past, present and future.
'Wizard in Black (WIB)' - of course, this does not depend on the color of the clothes."
He paused briefly, waiting for the little wizards in the classroom to digest what he just said.
The expressions of the whole class were a little confused at this time. Hermione Granger had a sullen face, nervously, and listened intently to Gilderoy Lockhart's opening remarks. This was undoubtedly a surprise when she was standing on the podium.
The young wizard is under equally great pressure.
Needless to say, judging from the current situation in the classroom, the effect may be a little too good.
It would be fine if Lockhart came up with this large paragraph himself, but the most important thing is that the compiler of the above content is sitting right in front of the classroom, staring at him with a smile on his face, like an angel.
A chilling and innocent smile flashed across his face, and he moved his fingers gently on the table, obviously feeling a little impatient.
"Okay, now let's get down to business..."
Gilderoy Lockhart looked solemn and quickly gave up the idea of making a few witticisms.
He quickly waved his left hand and without hesitation dismissed the somewhat fancy introduction in the air. He cleared his throat, looked around at the little wizards with different expressions in the classroom, and said in a serious voice.
"Of course, the above content will not appear as test points. Personally, I don't want to see you focus on studying my personal past adventures. Don't expect me to do it just because someone remembers me.
Hobbies, but to treat a certain student differently, my identity here is just a professor, nothing more."
"Huh?" Elena raised her eyebrows slightly and made a noncommittal nasal sound.
The voice was very soft, and only Lockhart and a few little witches in the front row could hear it.
However, compared to Hermione and Hannah who didn't know why, this gentle nasal sound fell on Gilderoy Lockhart's ears like a sudden thunder. As one of the first batch of wizards to be "recruited"
, he knew exactly what this meant.
When the silver-haired devil was preparing to deal with Peter Pettigrew, he also made a similar playful sound.
The worst thing is that Lockhart has no idea where he has offended Her Majesty the Queen. If he could ask directly when getting along in private, but in today's classroom with so many young wizards, Gilderoy Lockhart
Te could only follow the direction of his lesson plan that had been reviewed and revised by Elena before, bite the bullet and continue teaching step by step.
"Ahem——"
Lockhart cleared his throat again and adjusted his stance, trying to look more serious.
Although I don’t know what went wrong for the time being, I can follow Mr. Kurt’s advice and act more decently when serving these Dark Lords. After all, there will be nothing wrong. Especially when performing the tasks of the Dark Lord, you must always remember to maintain your integrity.
majesty.
"Now, let us withdraw our attention for a moment and focus on this lesson. Professor Dumbledore invited me to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, he did not simply expect me to teach everyone how to write and read. Language and Literature
The meaning of its existence is to record and pass on the footprints left by our human civilization in history."
"Please note! This course is not a history class! My task is to teach you how to correctly interpret words and how to express your own 'voice' correctly and accurately. As a wizard, this is a very important ability.
"
"But remember, although I am the professor of this class, it does not mean that everything I say is correct. I just teach you a way of thinking and an angle of looking at things.
The content that appears in books is not necessarily reliable. I hope you can learn to look at things dialectically instead of blindly believing in books."
"In fact..."
Gilderoy Lockhart took a deep breath, walked off the stage, and under Elena's increasingly weird eyes, picked up the copy of "Walking with Trolls" that Hermione Granger had deliberately placed in her hand.
Said openly.
"For example, this book may seem like a respectable adventure full of romance and legend in your little minds. But I have to regret to say that many places in the book have been artistically processed.
——Beautiful longing is the emotion furthest from understanding and truth. I only ask that you remain objective and rational."
Lockhart looked over Elena's head, trying not to look into Elena's eyes.
The young Chinese language professor glanced at the other little wizards in the classroom, and his voice gradually became more confident and steady.
"Expression is human nature. People want their voices to be heard and their opinions to be recognized. How to express their thoughts reasonably and listen to the voices of others correctly in modified and incomplete information is particularly important.
."
Ever since he came into contact with other wizards of Destiny and participated in several huge cross-border secret projects, Gilderoy Lockhart's horizons have broadened. Those "beautiful" experiences in the past have long become a lingering nightmare.
Such a dark history.
Fortunately, as a wizard, Lockhart is still quite young at this time.
Just as Albus Dumbledore suggested, rather than letting those meaningless "false experiences" continue to constrain his life, it is better to take this opportunity to peel off the bad past bit by bit and rewrite his life.
.
"Okay, please open the reference textbook "Walking with Trolls" in front of you..."
Lockhart raised his right hand, showed the book in his hand, and motioned for everyone to take the book out of the pile.
"In this lesson, I will first explain the real story to you, and then tell you what rhetorical techniques and expressions we should use to process it if we want to write this story well."
"Now, under my leadership, everyone will read aloud the first section of the first volume with me..."