Be The Main God From Naruto

Snape hid the crystal vial under the wizard's robes.

He stood up, bowed slightly towards Wang Yan, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your gift."

Lily Evans, the love of his life...

As the culprit behind Lily's death, Voldemort is someone Snape will never forgive!

It's a pity that Voldemort is too powerful...

So powerful that Snape couldn't find any chance to kill the opponent.

This gift from Wang Yan is of great significance to him.

Things that were previously unthinkable, now finally have hope.

Afterwards, all the professors received a welcome gift from Wang Yan.

"Professor Flitwick, you don't seem very happy?"

Wang Yan looked at Dean Ravenclaw beside him with a half-smile.

Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and Neville were all assigned to Ravenclaw.

This incident made Professor Flitwick, who was surprisingly short, almost shrink into a ball.

Without looking at his face, he would have thought it was a child squatting on the professor's chair.

"no."

"I'm just thinking about what to do with those four tricky little guys..."

"If only these little wizards were like you."

Professor Flitwick, who was as tall as a child, looked at Wang Yan and sighed.

His first impression of Wang Yan was good.

Young, handsome, kind, skilled in magic, and polite.

If Harry's group of four is like Wang Yan, I'm afraid he doesn't need to worry so much.

Poor Professor Flitwick has no idea how the Survival Four got into what they are today.

"where is my present?"

Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Quirinus Quirrell was the only one who didn't receive Wang Yan's gift.

He didn't want to arouse other people's ideas, so he could only take the initiative to talk awkwardly.

Quirrell seemed a little nervous. When he spoke, his body kept shaking: "Have you forgotten me? Or do you want me to teach you how to respect your seniors?"

The second sentence was not what Quirrell meant.

He didn't want to provoke Wang Yan at all.

Will the person who can take out the legendary dragon seed material as a gift at will, be an ordinary person?

The Southern Fujian Fire Dragon is completely different from the ordinary domesticated dragon species such as the Hungarian Horntail, Peruvian Venomosaurus, and Norwegian Ridgeback, and it is more than ten times higher in terms of cherishment and danger.

Wang Yan's head was almost clearly engraved with the words "Don't mess with".

The ghost of Voldemort behind Quirrell's head ordered him to die.

It was Voldemort who needed to hide, not Quirrell.

Voldemort wanted to take this opportunity to test Wang Yan.

When the master speaks, Quirrell dares not to do it?

This sentence gave the harmonious atmosphere a little smoke of gunpowder.

Several professors are already ready to talk to each other, and they are getting old.

Unfortunately, Wang Yan just glanced at Quirrell indifferently: "I had prepared a gift, but now that I see you, I don't plan to give it."

His words were vitriolic and unreasonable.

It even seemed a little aggressive: "You look like a dirty and twisted maggot, it's disgusting."

Wang Yan who said this was more inhumane than Snape, the potions professor.

In fact, a lot of people thought so, but no one ever said that in front of Quirrell.

The professors had smirks on their faces, not knowing what to say.

Dean Flitwick covered his face.

He wanted to take back what he said earlier.

The new professor of prophecy is obviously not a good person.

That's a wolf in sheep's clothing, an upgraded version of the Harry Hermione Malfoy Neville quartet.

After Wang Yan's words, Quirrell couldn't come off the stage.

He even pulled out his wand.

Some students, gloating over their misfortune, looked over here.

They can't wait to see professors fighting each other.

It just so happens that I can take this opportunity to rank among the professors.

At a critical moment, Dumbledore stood up: "Our new prophecy class professor... a person who likes and hates, isn't he?"

"Today's roast turkey tastes good, let's try it!"

Wang Yan took a mouthful of mushroom cream soup.

He raised his head and flicked his index finger towards Quirrell, who was eager to try.

Bang!

Quirrell's body flew fifteen meters away and slammed into the wall.

"I'll spare your life this time."

"no more chance."

After saying this, Wang Yan returned to his seat as if he was nothing, and enjoyed the delicious food.

The back of Quirrell's head wrapped in the scarf kept oozing blood.

Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, and Professor Sprout, the herbalist teacher, rushed over immediately and wanted to check and treat him.

"No! No! I'm fine!"

Quirrell suddenly screamed. He covered the back of his head with his hands. He didn't dare to look directly at the new professor of prophecy. He just said cowardly, "I'm sorry, Professor Wang Yan."

"This kind of thing will not happen next time!"

Apologize and admit counseling.

Perfect.

Provocation was not his intention, nor was an apology.

Rocky didn't suffer any damage from Wang Yan's finger just now.

But Voldemort in the back of his head was bleeding from the seven orifices, and his spiritual body almost collapsed.

Now, both Voldemort and Quirrell understand...

Wang Yan knew that Voldemort existed.

The reason why he did not expose the other party in public was not because of some conspiracy, nor because of fear of the Dark Lord.

just because……

He doesn't care.

The magic that can seriously injure Voldemort with a flick of a finger...

Mysterious oriental witchcraft.

At the moment Wang Yan shot, Voldemort's remnant soul felt the threat of death, and some other things.

Cold, lonely, dead, cold, indifferent, ruthless...

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort gave Wang Yan a new definition in his heart.

Prophecy professor?

Heck fake identities!

This fellow in the East is definitely a demon king who is not inferior to himself!

Poor Voldemort is putting gold on his face again.

Wang Yan, who was on the side, saw Voldemort's fear, and also read Quirrell's fear and flinch.

He just said lightly, "Those who know the current affairs are Junjie", and ignored the conspiracy of the master-servant duo.

The banquet continued.

After Wang Yan showed incomprehensible fighting power, he quickly won the respect of his colleagues.

Even the "Half-Blood Prince" Snape was much more eager than before.

Stepping on the top is the most convenient way.

Sympathy for Quirrell?

In Wang Yan's view, it is a maggot, a disgusting inferior human who has abandoned his original life creed and ideal.

Wang Yan has sympathy and pity, but he would never leave it to such a guy.

The banquet soon came to an end.

With the help of Hagrid, Wang Yan found his own exclusive professor dormitory.

The top floor of the North Tower.

This used to be the classroom of divination and the residence of Professor Trelawney.

Now, Professor Trelawney has retired and Wang Yan has taken over.

It became a prophecy classroom.

Climb up the spiraling stairs and you will reach a platform.

The ceiling of the platform has a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in the door.

Simple but not simple, the layout and furnishings are very careful.

Wang Yan felt that its furnishings were a bit awkward.

So with a wave of his hand, the power of time surged.

He gave the classroom its own character.

The original teapots, quills, candle heads, playing cards, crystal balls, and silver cups have all disappeared, replaced by an oriental-style layout.

Qin, chess, books, paintings, miniature waterfalls, jade mirrors, stone tables...

Wood carvings, glass hourglasses, silk screens, futons, incense...

the next day.

The little wizards from the four academies rushed into the prophecy classroom one after another.

The number of students in the prophecy class listed as "required" is seven times that of the previous divination class, so the number of students in each class has also increased a lot.

More than 140 students flocked here, but among the teachers, it did not seem crowded.

They even feel a little empty.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"No trace expansion spell? Not quite like..."

"Wow...the scenery here is amazing! I love it!"

The little wizards chattered.

Wang Yan, who had been waiting for a long time, silently waited for the bell for the class.

Nine thirty-five.

Not a second earlier, not a second later.

Zero error.

The four little wizards sitting in the front row are Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom.

They are like four emperors, guarded by the stars.

In just one night, the four of them successfully gained the right to speak in the first grade.

Similar to what Wang Yan thought.

However, it's just a small game.

Wang Yan wanted to lead them to a more exciting future.

He provides some information, and the survival quartet makes a choice.