Chapter 82 Professor, I want to learn alchemy!

[So...you are my...senior? ]

Lockhart wrote this on the page with a quill.

[Yes, I entered school in 1938. According to the time, I am really your senior. ]

Lockhart scratched his nose with the feather of the quill. He still asked the question that Dumbledore did not answer clearly and even wanted to use the Oblivion Charm and the Confusion Charm to make him ignore it.

It's just that Dumbledore still didn't expect that he was not useless. In a sense, he was too smart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have plagiarized others' experience in the magic world for so many years without being caught...once.

In short, after he left the principal's office and realized that he was cast under the Confusion Charm, he directly cast an Oblivion on himself, making his brain forget the impact of the Confusion Charm on him. This is also an advanced application of the Oblivion Charm.

But there is also a disadvantage to this, which is that it makes him recall the fear of being dominated by the Hogwarts campus legend.

So much so that he picked up the pen and asked directly to the senior in front of him from a distant time and space: [It is said that there is a legend in Hogwarts that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and the professor of Alchemy are in conflict. Is this true? Only one of the two professors can survive safely at the end of the semester? ]

[Why do you think so? ]

[Because I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and from the time I went to school to now, I have never seen a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can be re-elected for two years... and... and last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is dead, and he didn't even take the final exam. ]

Tom Riddle in the book was a little confused. In short, he didn't understand, but he was shocked. He could believe such a ridiculous rumor, and he could also see that the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was talking to him was a complete fool.

In short... he can be used.

[Don't be afraid of what I am going to say. ]

Lockhart's heart instantly rose to his throat when he saw such a paragraph of text appearing on the page.

[Is it true? ]

[............Yes. 】

Lockhart lost all his strength and means, and leaned back helplessly.

【But...】

【Hmm? 】He bounced up quickly like a spring, his eyes fixed on the page in front of him.

【When I was in school, I had a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He was my mentor and we were close friends. He mastered a method to resist that curse. In the end, he retired when he was old enough, instead of being defeated by the curse. 】

【You know? 】Lockhart wrote quickly.

【I said, he is my mentor, we are close friends, and I know everything he knows. 】

【Senior, can you (cross out) tell me this method? 】

【It's very simple. Before that alchemy professor defeats you, you take the initiative to defeat that alchemy professor, and then perform a ritual magic. 】

Tom Riddle in the book has already thought about how to trick the idiot professor who is talking to him and let him knock the alchemy professor's club in the middle of the night.

After all, according to what this idiot professor said, this alchemy professor is younger than him, has stronger magic than him, and it can be analyzed from his lies that this alchemy professor should also be full of personality charm, just matching himself... In any case, he is much stronger than this idiot professor who is talking to him.

Next, he only needs to use ritual magic to forcibly invade the body of the alchemy professor and inherit his magic.

Then, after extracting the vitality of the idiot professor in front of him, the complete Lord Voldemort will return to his loyal Hogwarts.

[What do you mean by defeating...] Lockhart wrote expectantly.

[Kill him with the killing curse, and his body must not be damaged at all, and it must be fresh enough. ]

[No! ] Sweat fell on Lockhart's forehead again.

Little Tom in the book was a little speechless, full of contempt for the idiot professor in front of him who had the intention of stealing but not the courage of stealing.

[What are you going to do? Wait until the end of the semester to be broken by the so-called curse, or die directly on the podium? 】

【I...I won't...I won't kill anyone...No, I won't listen to you. 】Lockhart tried to close the book with his shaking hands, and then he saw another paragraph on the page.

【Not killing anyone is also possible, I have other ways. 】

Lockhart stopped the action from the heart when he was about to close the book.

【You say. 】

【............First, I need you to absolutely trust me. 】

【...Okay. 】

【Well...First, I want you to touch the book with both hands. 】

Lockhart did as he was told, waiting for further instructions on the page.

【Then inject magic into the book. 】

Lockhart thought about it for a moment and still did as he was told.

And then...then there was nothing else.

On the other side, the alchemy office.

“My Merlin...Is this still an office?”

The moment Neville walked into the alchemy office, he looked at the giant machines protected by huge glass covers with a confused look on his face.

"Yeah, didn't I say I would redecorate my office last Christmas? This is the result of the redecoration." Kaisen sat by the huge French window at the end of the office, and his voice came from afar.

Neville trotted for a while, and finally came to the desk panting.

"Professor, do you... do you walk this distance every time you leave the office?"

"I teleport most of the time, and it's good to exercise occasionally. During the holidays, I played ice hockey with Lupin here... the one who was in Flourish and Blotts during the holidays. By the way, why didn't you come with your friends today?"

"I want... Professor, I came today, can you please not tell them?"

"Okay." Kaisen nodded.

"Professor, I want to learn alchemy!" Neville said seriously.

"Actually, I expected that, but I still suggest you take my class in your third year. Alchemy is different from potions. Alchemy really needs a strong magic as a foundation. It's a bit... dangerous for a second-year student to do alchemy."

"Cedric is a fourth year this year, right? He took my alchemy class with fourth years last year when he was a third year, but he fell asleep in my class. So if you don't have enough magic to study alchemy, there will be some unnecessary problems, especially for alchemy like mine that requires magic enchantment."

"Uh... Professor, I don't really understand."

"No problem, let's start from the most basic understanding." Kaisen waved his hand, and the kettle that had been heated and boiled by the shining light flew over and made a pot of black tea for the two.