"I'm so sorry, Newt-"

Nick Lemay sighed lightly and shook his head slowly, a deep apology on his face.

"As you know, just a few months ago, in the company of the Ministry of Magic, the Federation, and Dumbledore, I completely destroyed the only remaining Philosopher's Stone, and even if I accepted the invitation, I couldn't hold out for long......"

There is a limit to the human physique, as a remnant of centuries ago, his life has long been bound to the elixir, and with the destruction of the Philosopher's Stone, the potion he left behind is only enough to last less than three months at most.

Three months is too much for anything.

"In fact, we've already thought about it for you. ”

However, before Nick Lemay could finish speaking, Newt Scamander interrupted the old man with a slight shake of his head.

Immediately after, I saw that the Master Fantastic Beasts, one of the O5 members of the SCP, took a deep breath, stretched out his left hand and took out a delicate silk bag from his arms, and solemnly and gently placed it on the old wizard's workbench.

Click.

A bewitching red glow pierced through the opening of the silk bag and caught Nick Lemay's eyes.

"So, what if you add this?"

"It's—it's ......"

Nicol Lemay's eyes snapped open, and he turned his head to look at Newt in disbelief.

"This is the Philosopher's Stone that belongs to Paracelsus, Mr. Lemay, there is more than one Philosopher's Stone in your hand in this world, and if you don't mind, Mr. Paracelsus is willing to cut it off for you for the time being. ”

Newt Scamander shrugged his shoulders, looked at Lemay with a calm expression, and asked softly.

"So, your decision now is ......"

"I see, it's surprising news that the little guy in Paracelsus is alive too. So judging from this situation, he must have obtained a certain number, right? It's getting a little scary—"

Instead of paying attention to the Philosopher's Stone, which countless people in the wizarding world had coveted, Nick Lemay shook his head, let out an incomprehensible sigh, picked up the finely crafted metal badge, and slowly rubbed it in his hand.

The craftsmanship of the elves, the extremely delicate magic processing, and the stereotype of the exterior retains a trace of rough Muggle machine tool traces......

It's not so much a sign of his identity as it is a self-introduction of "it".

“...... You've got a problem for me. ”

Nick Lemay smiled bitterly and looked at Newt Scamander helplessly, even Paracelsus, who had been hidden for so many years, was re-dug up, as one of Dumbledore's partners, Lemay naturally knew the other party's determination.

"It's just that I still don't understand, why must it be me?"

"Because—" Newt shook his head, his tone complicated, "you're a true 'magician,' a true human wizard. We need your wisdom and experience, and there is no second person but you. ”

Really, magician?

This statement may sound ......

Nick Lemay's brow furrowed slightly, his cheek turned sideways, and his gaze subconsciously fell on the letter from Hogwarts on the table that he had read many times before—the human ...... Wizards?

"So, last question, Scamander......"

Nicol Lemay shook his head, temporarily suppressing the confusion in his heart, and turned his head to look at Newt.

"If I'm [05-1: The Magician], then what should I call you?and what are the numbers and codes of the other members besides you? At least Dumbledore and you should have their own numbers, right?"

......

"Humanity has been multiplying for nearly three million years, but only the last four thousand years have been 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 young wizards in the classroom, his turquoise robes hanging over him, his handsome face full of seriousness and seriousness, without the slightest playful look on the cover of the book.

Unlike the "Squib Professor" in the previous class, Lockhart is obviously much more deterrent to students.

As the castle's class bell rang, Gilderoy Lockhart, who walked into the classroom quickly, walked forward, pulled out the demon seed and waved it neatly to the side, and the curtain on the left side of the classroom fell quickly and one after another, making a loud sound.

In less than ten seconds, the entire classroom was completely shrouded in mystery.

Without any introduction, Lockhart cleared his throat and went straight to his first lesson.

"So, what are we doing in those millions of years?"

Under the nervous gaze of the young wizards, Gilderoy Lockhart lowered his voice like a prophet by the fire of antiquity.

"We hid in caves, around little campfires, afraid of things we didn't understand—explanations of how the sun rose, monsters with human heads and birds, living stones. Ignorant prehistoric Muggles called them "gods" and "demons" and prayed to them for forgiveness and prayed for salvation ......"

"Sadly, redemption and deliverance did not come – and thus, the wizard appeared. ”

"We banished the Harpy, and we learned how to drive the moving stones......

"After that, their numbers are decreasing, our numbers are increasing. There are fewer and fewer things that human beings fear, and ordinary people finally have a little breathing space to see the world from the perspective of so-called 'reason'. ”

"However, the world has never changed...... Magic and things that magic can't understand have always existed. ”

"If we don't want to go back to the frightening times of the past, then wizards can't stand still, nothing can protect us, we are the blades and shields of human civilization, we must learn how to perpetuate the fire and protect ourselves. ”

"Because of this, while those with limited talents live in the sun, there is a group of top wizards who have been standing in the shadows against the incredible world, preventing them from being exposed to the public eye, so that others, whether wizards or Muggles, can live in a peaceful, san, and safe world. ”

"And I, Gilderoy Lockhart. ”

Gilderoy Lockhart drew his wand and flicked it in the air.

With his movements, the shutters around the classroom were all pulled up in an instant, and the bright sunlight regained through the windows and spilled into the spacious classroom, and a series of flower-style characters with purple sparks swished through the air.

"The Order of Merlin, 3rd Class, the Order of the Merlin, the Honorary Member of the Defence Against the Dark Arts, a five-time Wizard Weekly Award for the Most Charming Smile, a well-known best-selling author, and a 'WIB' who has been, is, and will work hard to protect the world – of course, this is not by the color of his clothes. ”

He paused slightly, waiting for the young wizards in the classroom to digest what he had just said.

The expressions of the whole class were a little dazed at this point, and Hermione Granger listened nervously and intently to Gilderoy Lockhart's opening remarks with a small face, which undoubtedly put no less pressure on the young wizard standing on the podium.

Needless to say, judging by the current situation in the classroom, the effect may be a little too good.

It would be nice to say that Lockhart had come up with this large passage himself, but the most important thing is that the compiler of the above was sitting at the front of the classroom at this time, staring at him with a smile on his angelic face, a chilling innocent smile on his angelic face, and his fingers gently twitching on the table, obviously a little impatient.

"Alright, now, let's get down to business......"

Gilderoy Lockhart looked stunned and quickly gave up the idea of saying a few more witty jokes.

He waved his left hand quickly, and without hesitation, he dispersed the somewhat fancy introductions in the air, cleared his throat, looked around at the little wizards with different expressions in the classroom, and said in a serious voice.

Of course, none of the above will appear as a test center. Personally, I don't want to see you focus on my own past adventures. Don't expect me to think that someone remembers my hobby and looks the other way for a student, I'm just a professor here, that's all. ”

"Huh?" Elena raised her eyebrows slightly, letting out a noncommittal nasal voice.

The voice was so soft that only Lockhart and the few little witches in the front row could hear it.

It's just that, compared to Hermione and Hannah, who don't know why, this soft nasal voice fell on Gilderoy Lockhart's ears like a sudden explosion of thunder, as the first few wizards to be "recruited", he knew very well what it meant.

As the silver-haired demon king prepares to deal with Peter Pettigrew, he makes a similar playful sound.

And the worst thing is that Lockhart doesn't know where he provoked Her Majesty the Empress, if he can ask directly when he gets along in private, but in the classroom of so many young wizards today, Gilderoy Lockhart can only follow the direction of his previous lesson plan that has been reviewed and revised by Elena, and continue to talk step by step.

"Ahem—"

Lockhart cleared his throat again and adjusted his stance to try to look more serious.

I don't know what went wrong for the time being, but according to Mr. Coulter's advice, there is nothing wrong with being decent in serving these Dark Lords - especially when carrying out the tasks of the Demon Lords, and always remember to maintain their majesty.

"Now, let's take back a little bit and focus on this lesson. Professor Dumbledore invited me to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not just because he wanted me to teach you how to write and read. The reason why language and literature exist is to record and transmit the footprints left by our human civilization in history. ”

"Please note! This course is not a history lesson! My task is to teach you how to interpret words correctly and how to express your 'voice' correctly and accurately, which is a very important ability as a wizard. ”

"But remember, even though I'm the professor in this class, that doesn't mean everything I'm saying is right, I'm just teaching you a way of thinking, a way of looking at things. What appears in books is not necessarily reliable, and I hope that you can learn to look at things dialectically instead of blindly believing in books. ”

"In fact......"

Gilderoy Lockhart took a deep breath, stepped off the podium, and in Elena's increasingly strange eyes, he casually picked up Hermione Granger's "Walking with Trolls" that he deliberately kept at hand, and said generously.

"This book, for example, may seem like a respectable, romantic and legendary adventure in your little brains. But I have to regret to say that many places in the book have undergone artistic processing - beautiful longing is the emotion that is the furthest from understanding and truth, and I only ask you to remain objective and rational. ”

Lockhart's gaze went over Elena's head, trying not to look into Elena's eyes.

The young Chinese professor's gaze swept over the other young wizards in the classroom, and his voice gradually became confident and stable.

"It's human nature to express yourself, and people want their voices to be heard and their opinions to be recognized. How to express one's thoughts reasonably and listen to others' voices correctly in the embellished and incomplete information is particularly important. ”

Since coming into contact with other wizards of Destiny and participating in several huge cross-border secret projects, Gilderoy Lockhart's horizons have risen a lot, and those "beautiful" experiences in the past have long since become a lingering nightmare of black history.

Thankfully, as a wizard, Lockhart was still quite young.

As Albus Dumbledore suggested, instead of letting those meaningless "false experiences" continue to bind his life, it is better to take this opportunity to strip away those bad past little by little and rewrite his life.

"Alright, 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 it out of the stack.

In this lesson, I will first explain the real story, and then tell you what rhetorical devices and expressions we should use to process this story if we want to write it beautifully. ”

"Now, under my leadership, let's read aloud the first subsection of the first volume with me......"

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Chapter 2! It's another big chapter!!