Chapter 82 Professor, I want to learn alchemy! (Ch 82)

[So…you are my…senior? ]

Lockhart took a quill and wrote these words on the page.

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

Lockhart tickled his nose with the feather of his quill. He still asked the question that Dumbledore had not answered clearly and even tried to make him ignore by using the Memory Charm and the Confusion Charm.

However, Dumbledore had not expected that he was not completely useless. In fact, in some sense, he was too smart.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to plagiarize other people’s experience in the magic world for so many years without being caught… just once.

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

However, this also has a disadvantage, which is that it makes him recall the fear of being dominated by the legends of the Hogwarts campus.

So much so that he picked up the pen and asked the senior 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 Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and from the time I was in school until now, I have never seen a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who could serve for two consecutive years… and… and last year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is dead, and he died before he even had 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 could see that the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was talking to him was a complete fool.

In short… exploitable.

[Don’t be afraid of what I’m going to say.]

When Lockhart saw these words appear on the pages of the book, his heart instantly rose to his throat.

[Is it true? ]

【…………Yes.】

Lockhart lost all his strength and means and leaned back in his chair helplessly.

【but…】

[Hmm?] He jumped 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 who was my mentor and we were close friends. He mastered a method to resist that curse. In the end, he left Hogwarts after he retired because of his age, instead of being defeated by the curse.]

[You know? ] Lockhart wrote quickly.

[I said, he is my mentor, we are very close, 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 should take the initiative to defeat that alchemy professor, and then perform a ritual magic.]

Tom Riddle in the book had already figured out how to trick the idiot professor he was talking to into knocking out the alchemy professor in the middle of the night.

After all, according to what this idiot professor said, this alchemy professor is younger than him and has stronger magic power than him. And from his lies, we can also tell that this alchemy professor should also be full of charisma, which is a perfect match for himself… In any case, he is much better than this idiot professor who is talking to him.

Next, he only needed to use ritual magic to forcibly occupy the body of the alchemy professor and inherit his magic power.

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

[By defeat you mean…] Lockhart wrote expectantly.

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

【no!】

Sweat once again beaded Lockhart’s forehead.

Little Tom in the book was speechless and full of contempt for the stupid professor in front of him who had the intention but not the courage to do something evil.

[What are you going to do? Wait until the end of the semester and get your arms and legs broken by the so-called curse, or die 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 appearing on the page.

[Not killing people is also possible. I have other methods.]

Lockhart was about to close the book when he stopped involuntarily.

【You said.】

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

【…Can.】

【Well… first, I want you to touch this book with both hands. 】

Lockhart did as he was told and waited for further instructions from the pages.

【Then inject magic power into this book.】

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

And then…and then nothing happened.

On the other side, the Alchemy Office.

“Oh my god 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 last Christmas that I would redecorate my office? This is the result of the renovation.” Kaisen was sitting next to the huge floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the office, and his voice came from afar.

Neville jogged for a while and finally arrived at 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 here with Lupin… He was the one who was at Flourish and Blotts during the holidays. By the way, why didn’t you come with your friends today?”

“I want to…Professor, I came here 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 that you take my class in your third year. Alchemy is different from potions. Alchemy really does require a strong magical power as a foundation. It is a bit… dangerous for a second-year magician to do alchemy.”

“Cedric is in the fourth grade this year, right? When he was in the third grade last year, he took my alchemy class with the fourth graders, but he fell asleep in my class. So if you don’t have enough magic power to study alchemy, there will be some unnecessary problems, especially for alchemy like mine that requires magic power to enchant.”

“Um… Professor, I don’t quite 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 of them.