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Slughorn, who looked like a walrus, stood up, his bare head glistening in the candlelight, his waistcoat-bellied casting a large shadow on the table.

"Professor Slughorn is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to return to his old role as a Potions teacher.".

"Potions lessons?" Hermione and Ron looked at Harry, "You didn't mean ......"

"In the meantime, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice to drown out the chatter, "will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

Chen Ping could clearly hear the grunt of dissatisfaction coming from Harry's side. He laughed dumbly, in his opinion, the two most useless subjects in Hogwarts, besides mathematical divination, were probably this Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

In a plot world like Harry Potter, which can be listed as the middle demon plane, the so-called Defence Against the Dark Arts is just a beautiful bubble, as long as you touch it, there will be no penny left. According to Chen Ping's philosophy, the only thing that can really fight against black magic is black magic itself.

Chen Ping couldn't help but think that if he took this course, he might change it to a basic course in actual magic combat. His gaze swept over Snape, who was not far from him, and he could see that the middle-aged man in the black robe, who had barely changed from a year or two ago, raised his hand lazily, indicating that he had heard the appointment of the headmaster and the cheers from the students, and a smug smile appeared on his usually cold face.

There was a flurry of discussion below, including the cursing of Harry and others.

Dumbledore waited a few seconds for the rest to become quiet again, and then suddenly continued:

"Everyone here knows that while the man named Tom Riddle has been defeated again, lately his henchmen have been revived, and their power has grown and they have begun to become unscrupulous. As some of you may already know, the Academy has stepped up its security efforts, the Professors and I have re-established the protective magic around the Academy's perimeter, Mr. Filch detects students for dangerous dark magic items, and I am pleased to learn that Mr. Zhang Liang, a Chinese wizard who graduated from our Academy a year ago, will temporarily join our faculty as the youngest Auror and an important bridge between the Ministry of Magic and the Academy. ”

Chen Ping looked at Dumbledore with a slight surprise, and saw him clap his hands at the leader, and then, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape, and Hercule all applauded. So he stood up and performed a standard wizarding ritual.

Dumbledore continued, "According to our agreement with the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Zhang Liang will not actively interfere in any teaching work, but he is also qualified as a teacher, and you can ask for his help as you would any professor. ”

His words dispelled the shadow left by Umbridge of the Ministry of Magic last year, and almost all the teachers and staff welcomed Chen Ping.

"Well, your beds are waiting for you, as warm and comfortable as you expect, and I know that your immediate priority now is to rest well and prepare for tomorrow's class. So, let's say 'good night'. Dumbledore concluded.

As usual, benches were pushed behind them, and there was a screeching sound of rubbing, and hundreds of students began to stream out of the auditorium and toward their dormitories.

"Zhang Liang, come to my office." Dumbledore stopped Chen Pingdao, who was about to leave.

"Of course, Mr. Headmaster." Chen Ping agreed.

He followed Professor Dumbledore all the way to the eighth floor, where the stone monster was in front of him.

"Sour soda." Dumbledore said. The stone monster jumped aside, the wall behind it splitting in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. The two of them stepped up, swirling in circles and up the staircase, until they finally came to the office door with the brass knocker.

Dumbledore pushed the door open, and Chen Ping noticed that he had been using his left hand, and he clearly remembered that Dumbledore's dominant hand was his right hand.

"Headmaster, your hand?"

"I know I can't hide it from you." Dumbledore sat down in his seat, exposing his right arm, which was charred from his fingertips to his elbows.

Chen Ping's eyes flashed with a silver-blue light, and his originally peaceful face suddenly became angry and disgusted.

"This is divine power! Attribute is ------- death? ”

"Yes, as you can see, I tried to do something to solve Harry's problem, but I failed, a very powerful divine backlash, a potion that Severus prepared for me, but the effect was very limited. That's why I prayed to adults. Dumbledore covered his hand again and smiled helplessly.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to get this curse from your body from divine power, you know, for us mages, divine power is the most troublesome thing. Well, maybe it's time for you to think about a different body, Dumbledore. Chen Ping thought for a moment, took out a bottle of transparent liquid from his arms, but with a faint silver-green color, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"This is, elves?" Dumbledore opened the cap and sniffed, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"The water from the Moon Well, which I have processed, is a gift I have brought to you." Chen Ping said helplessly, "But of course, the power of this thing can't be compared to the artifact." ”

"No, no, this thing still has a lot of effect on me, and with it, I think I can have enough time." Dumbledore carefully put the bottle away.

Chen Ping noticed that Dumbledore was obviously relieved, and he began to talk more.

"At the beginning of the year, Sybil gave me a prophecy that I wasn't good at either, you know, but I saw a card with a tower struck by lightning."

He said lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"I've lived long enough, and it's time to go back to serve the adults, but I still have to make some arrangements before I leave."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen Pingdao in front of him with a grin.

"I haven't seen you for a year, and you've become stronger."

Chen Ping shrugged, "If that's not the case, how could the adults let me come over again." ”

He paused and said, "Don't talk about this, what are you going to do, how do you want me to cooperate with you." Also, I brought this. He took out the Resurrection Stone and placed it on Dumbledore's table.

Dumbledore took out a glass bottle from the kitchen cabinet next to him, poured a glass for both of them, and said, "It's complicated to say, in fact, the way things turned out was what I expected, not just me, but even almost everyone. ”

He took a sip of his wine and sighed deeply.

"I have to say, I didn't do the task that Lord Merlin gave me well."

"Harry Potter?"

"Yes, you are from the East, you should be able to understand the so-called 'luck', Harry is a good boy, originally according to the adult meaning, he will gradually grow up to be the savior of this world. And my task is to ensure that this qiē is carried out properly. But I didn't expect Riddle to be resurrected sooner than I thought, so that when he came back to life, Harry was not prepared for how to face his fateful opponent. ”

"And I showed up?" Chen Ping asked.

"Yes, you're so much better than that kid, Riddle was defeated, and everyone but you and me, thought Harry did it. Originally, this qiē was all good, but last year, that idiot woman messed up all the qiē. ”

A cold light flashed behind the crescent-shaped glasses on Dumbledore's hooked nose.

"I don't know what she's found in Hogwarts, it's probably that she's found one of those few things in the past year, and then, she's got enough resentment, resentment from hundreds of wizards."

Chen Ping nodded, from Dumbledore's description, he had vaguely understood the matter of life, simply put, Umbridge obtained one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and this Horcrux happened to have the function of gathering negative feelings and enhancing the power of the holder, but making him lost and degenerate. And after she made a mess of Qiē in a year, the resentment from hundreds of wizards, far more powerful than ordinary people, except for some that was fed back to the holder, was absorbed by the Horcrux, and the worst possible outcome was possible.

"Where is she now?"

"She's been expelled from the Ministry of Magic, but before that, she's gone. Someone had seen her in Azkban, though. Dumbledore said.

"It should be more than that, perhaps, we have lost our grip on Azkban, that is, it is not only that guy's henchmen who have escaped, but also almost all the criminals in Azkban." Chen Ping pondered.

"Yes, as you might have guessed, Azkban is completely out of control, and of course the Eaters of Souls, you know, who have never really been loyal to the Ministry of Magic."

The smile on Dumbledore's face vanished, and he said with deep exhaustion on his old face.

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