Boiling crowds, hailing oceans, stirring times.

Eventually, they will be gone.

As Fudge's eyes rippled, he returned to Hogwarts and the Headmaster's office.

"You are..."

After receiving a large amount of Artoria's memory, Fudge looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief.

"You are King Arthur?".

"Alright, Connery." Dumbledore looked at Artoria, who had faded from his arms, and said softly.

With wisdom like him, it is impossible not to know that the Minister of Magic should have gone away, but he still does not want to quarrel with the Ministry of Magic.

After all, someone had to run the wizarding world, and he had no interest in bureaucratic affairs.

At this moment, we also need to stabilize Fudge.

"Needless to say."

As if immersive, interpreting the great legend of King Arthur, after experiencing such a miraculous scene, Fudge was also deeply touched, and for a while it seemed that something great began to grow in his heart.

In those years, he also had beliefs and ideals.

I don't know when.

But he threw them all away.

Looking back now, it seems as if he had never had anything in his life worth giving his life to.

Fudge's expression was a little lonely. He suddenly envied those people, those heroes who existed in history.

If I could be one of them...

The violent psychological fluctuations made his mind a little dazed, and he reluctantly bowed deeply to Artoria, then turned and left Hogwarts with his men without looking back.

He knew that it would be impossible for such a great man to deceive him, because it was completely unnecessary.

That proves that what Dumbledore said in his letter is probably true.

That guy is really back!

...

Looking at Fudge's departing back, looking at the lonely expression on his face, Dumbledore seemed to have made up his mind in some way.

He swept away the heavy atmosphere just now, and asked tentatively with a smile on his face, "Don't you really need to think about it?" ”

"I..."

When she first heard that Dumbledore intended to take over as the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Artoria's first reaction was to refuse.

She was too tired to teach or educate anyone else.

But after seeing someone like Fudge suddenly appear and be a high-ranking official in this world, Artoria inevitably hesitated.

Even though this is no longer the England where she is, the pride in her heart still does not allow her to sit idly by.

After a long hesitation.

She decided to take the job anyway.

"Okay. I agreed. ”

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Time is back on track.

As for Artoria taking over as Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Melda was not at all prepared for it.

Dumbledore hadn't even approached her for details about that night.

Including Harry, Hermione, Hagrid. Even Draco.

Dumbledore didn't ask.

Based on Artoria's one-sided storytelling, he seemed to really believe it.

It's incredible.

However, Melda guesses that this may be a symbol of strength!

In Dumbledore's opinion, the guy who could level the forest for hundreds of meters with a single glow. There is no need to deceive him about this. (Probably?) ）

A glowing artillery bombarded hundreds of meters.

When the Hogwarts professors arrived at the scene, they were all stunned by the shocking scene in front of them.

There are no dead branches and broken leaves, no ruins and broken walls.

Hundreds of meters of forest seemed to have been flattened by something. The ground is bare, unusually flat.

To put it bluntly, all the professors present, except for Dumbledore, I'm afraid. No one else can do it to this extent.

In addition to this, Dumbledore on the scene keenly discovered a trace of free energy.

He was familiar with that kind of cold magic.

That's the trail left by the Killing Curse.

Perhaps this was a big reason why he would believe in Artoria.

Simple reasoning, only Melda Hermione and Quirrell were present at the time. And the two of them obviously couldn't use the killing curse.

This kind of evil spell is not the kind that can be successfully unleashed by shouting a spell and waving a wand.

In addition to the fact that you must have strong magic as a foundation, more importantly, when unleashing the Killer, you must have evil in your heart and really want to kill the other person in order to be successful.

Naturally, two first-graders would not have such evil thoughts.

The only thing left was Quirrell.

Speaking of Quirrell, Dumbledore had already guessed that he had taken refuge with the Dark Lord a long time ago.

Just after Hallie's first Quidditch match.

He was able to keep Quirrell all the time, not only to protect his friend Nicola Lemay, but more importantly, from his inner self-confidence.

A Death Eater right under his nose, Dumbledore didn't think he could make any waves.

Rather than letting danger roam outside, it would be better for him to stay under his nose. Of course, the old headmaster didn't expect Voldemort to be on Quirrell's skull.

But none of this was the reason why Dumbledore was truly determined to choose to trust Artoria.

The real reason was because she wanted to treat Fudge the same way and transferred a wisp of her memories to Dumbledore.

The king never bothered to hide his intentions.

...

Classes began quickly, and Melda was worried about the British Swordmaster's magic.

But he was soon slapped in the face.

As a person of inhibition, the true god of a world.

The amount of magical knowledge that this Artoria knows is truly astonishing. It's amazing that she shouldn't have taught first grade at all, she should have gone to sixth grade, and even enough to be a teacher for some scholars.

Ten minutes of class.

What Runi Mowen, what magic marking, what magic attribute really comes out of the mouth.

Boy!

Can this group of first-year wizards understand?

But soon Artoria discovered this, and after a short thought, a bold idea came to her.

She hasn't taught, but she's an expert at training soldiers, okay?

So she immediately told everyone to bring their wands and gather in the open space outside the castle.

As soon as the words fell, a group of little lions who were a little sleepy immediately cheered up, under normal circumstances, a professor can pick up a wand, and something interesting will definitely happen, let alone gather in the open space.

Soon, a group of lions rushed downstairs with their wands in their own excitement. After a while, they stood in the open space one by one.

Such a scene naturally attracted the attention of a large group of wizards from other academies who had not classed.

A lot of people are looking over to this side, whispering to the left and right and talking to countless people.

Everyone is watching to see what new ideas this beautiful new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will come up with.

"Please stand still!" Artoria said loudly.

She really doesn't have any unique way of upbringing. However, she believes that practical combat is the most effective education.

Whatever she wants, she's going to let the little ones 'relax and move'

Magic: Mimicry

One of her inherent skills, Artoria can mimic her magic into anything she's ever seen. Warcraft, monsters, or others.

Also, the mimic also has all the skills of the prototype except for the special skills.

She used to use it to train soldiers.

Now, naturally, this trick can also be used to train this group of young wizards who have never seen the world.

"Oh my God! What is that? Neville exclaimed.

He trembled and pointed to the green dragon in the sky, which was at least three meters or so in the sky.

"It's the Green Dragon!!"

"Look there!"

A small cloud of black smoke suddenly rose in front of them, and before the young wizards could react. A group of skeletal minions with machetes and tattered armor stepped out of the smoke.

"Don't! Don't come here!"