Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 142 The New Necromancer Spirit

Lockhart's office.

On the large desk, a Black notebook, half-opened, was placed in the middle.

It can be vaguely seen that the opened page exudes a faint golden light, as if it is revealing something.

On the opposite chair, Lockhart was leaning on the chair, his chest floating slightly, as if he was in a deep sleep.

suddenly

hum!

The Black notebook shook slightly, and a transparent figure emerged from it, floating in midair.

At this moment, Lockhart's soul escaped from the Horcrux notebook and returned to the real world.

After looking around for a week, he looked at his own body and rushed over.

"ah"

The moment the soul entered the body, Lockhart was a little relieved, as if the water and milk were in harmony, and subconsciously cried out.

After opening his eyes and moving his shoulders, Lockhart put his eyes on the Black notebook again, looking at the faint light emanating from the pages, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Tom, the soul fragment, belongs to the typical three days without fighting, and he goes to the house to expose the tiles.

Knowing that he signed the contract, he was still planning to set a trap to trap himself.

Hope this lesson, but impresses him more.

but

Thinking of Tom's mention of the stone statue left behind by Slytherin, Lockhart thought deeply.

It seems that it is necessary to try it out, maybe there will be something to gain.

Now, with the start of his own promotion plan, obstacles have come up.

It was just about to recruit some research assistants, and it wasn't even published in the Daily Prophet.

The school board already wanted to suppress it in advance, and even wanted to directly plunder the results.

It is conceivable that after the specificity of the new magic system is truly exposed, especially the one that does not rely on the blood of magic.

It will directly stimulate the sensitive nerve of the pure blood family.

The resistance at that time, Lockhart thought, knew how violent it would be.

Although he felt a little stressed, he didn't care too much.

This is the necromancer world, which is different from the modern world of the previous life.

Although the pure blood family's influence in the necromancer world spreads across various fields like the cobweb.

But don't forget, for necromancer, the core is still .

Speak with strength!

drove him into a hurry.

Since Voldemort can rely on great strength and fear to deter the entire necromancer world.

So can he.

What's the matter, maybe Voldemort can do it, but I can't!

It's really come to such a point, when he gains more strength in the Marvel world, all the obstacles he encounters will be wiped out.

Definitely, relying on strength to act recklessly, such a strategy belongs to the lower class after all.

Only superficial surrender can be obtained.

If you want necromancers to pay for the new magic system from the bottom of their hearts, they are even willing to sacrifice their lives.

Still have to go step by step.

Difficulties are just the key link in forging the spirit of the new necromancer.

Just like, the Long March of the previous life forged the spirit of the Red Army that shocked the world.

What is the new necromancer spirit?

Lockhart actually did not have a clear definition.

But he knows that when a necromancer decides to spend his life pursuing the truth, perhaps a new necromancer spirit is formed.

After thinking for a moment, Lockhart waved his wand, put the notebook back in the wooden box, and put it away.

Then I started to prepare lessons. There is only one lesson today. After finishing the lesson, I can start to prepare for entering the secret room.

He has not forgotten the horror of the basilisk in the secret room.

Filch Cabin at night.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"."

Filch, with an old face and a stooped figure, was waving his wand and casting the simplest levitation spell on the leaves on the desk.

In the past few days, whether it is day or night, as long as there is nothing in his hands, he will close his eyes and start to meditate.

Fortunately, meditation originally had the effect of rest, so Filch did not die suddenly.

And the reason why he is so obsessed, even if he knows that there is a little necromancer who travels at night, he doesn't care.

It was because of his successful meditation.

He could feel the magic fluctuations in the air, or the energy particles mentioned in the meditation method.

Although still unable to cast any spell.

But those colorful energy particles made him see the hope of casting magic.

Therefore, whenever he is free, he will follow the instructions of the parchment to constantly capture energy particles to transform his own spiritual nature.

At the same time, through runes, it is transformed into magic power, laying the foundation for casting spells.

In order to verify whether he can cast a spell.

Every night, he would cast the simplest magic—the floating spell, based on the knowledge he had learned in the previous spell classes!

Although it didn't work once.

But he constantly told himself, soon, it should be soon.

Even though his arms were very sore, he still didn't stop the rhythm of waving his wand.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"."

suddenly!

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

As Filch called out the Levitation spell again, the tip of his wand shimmered and then disappeared.

The leaves that had fallen on the table trembled slightly and floated up slowly.

Then

Fall again!

Filch, who had been observing the leaves, trembled with excitement when he saw this scene.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of chanting the spell became more forceful, and the force of waving the wand became stronger and stronger, revealing the excitement in his heart.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"."

This time, after chanting a total of 10 floating spells, there was still no improvement.

However, when he read 17 times.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

call!

The wand flashed again, the leaves swayed slightly, and then began to slowly float upwards.

Seeing this, Filch quickly stabilized his spirit, and fixed his eyes on the floating upper leaf.

I kept saying in my heart: "float, float, float."

It may be because Filch's willpower is too firm, or the resonance with magic power is stronger this time.

The leaves did not fall again, but slowly floated upwards.

Although the speed was very slow, in Filch's eyes, that was hope.

He, a Squib, can finally work his magic.

Night, the Malfoy family.

Today's Malfoy family villa is different from usual, brightly lit, as if welcoming important guests.

The view goes deep into the villa, on a slender dining table.

A large amount of steaming food was placed on it, and sitting on top of it was Lucius Malfoy.

On both sides of the table are members of the Hogwarts Council.

This dinner, or more appropriately, the meeting, was organized by Lucius.

"cough!"

After seeing everyone coming together, Lucius, who was sitting in the upper seat, coughed lightly. Seeing everyone's gazes on him, he spoke slowly.

"You are all members of the school board."

"I believe you all know the purpose of inviting everyone this time."

"Although Dumbledore rejected our request, it doesn't mean that we have completely lost the right to share the cake. We still have many opportunities."

"This time."

"We must let Dumbledore know that in the world of necromancers in England, we cannot do anything without our pure-blooded family."

8:00 p.m., one more

(end of this chapter)