Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 302: Snape Teleported to Africa

"I am Rango Marcos, an expert in the study of ancient runes. I have published books such as "The Historical Evolution of Ancient Runes" and "The Relationship between Spells and Ancient Runes."

"But what I never expected was that I was plotted against by Gilderoy Lockhak's Forgetting Curse."

The middle-aged wizard with a haggard look sat on a chair in the middle of the courtroom and said in a low voice.

"I know Gilderoy Lockhart, a necromancer world-renowned author, I remember he had published six books."

"So I had a lot of trust in him, so when he came to my house, I told him about my research and my vision for the future."

"As a result... I didn't expect him to pretend so well."

Speaking of this, Lango looked a little ferocious, full of anger, and roared loudly.

"Lockhart, he is a black necromancer. I treated him well, but he cruelly cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, tortured me in every possible way, and forced me to reveal all my research on runes."

Speaking of this, Lango trembled even more, as if recalling his experience of being tortured.

"In the end, he even cast the Forgetting Curse on me, erasing all my memories of the study of runes."

"I hate it, why would I invite a black necromancer to my house?"

Lango's angry voice also aroused discussions among members of the Wizengamot on both sides.

"Hey, I really know the face and know the people but don't know the heart. I didn't expect Lockhart to be a black necromancer."

"Tsk tsk tsk, among other things, just proving that Lockhart cast the Three Unforgivable Curses is enough to arrest him and enter Azkaban."

"However... this is only Lango's one-sided statement, it is difficult to judge directly."

"If it is true, is the authenticity of the books he wrote before also in doubt?"

"What do you think, I have listened to his lectures before. I don't think Lockhart is such a person?"

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At this moment, Dumbledore silently looked at Lango who was sitting in the middle. Although he didn't say a word, he looked closely into Rango's eyes.

clang!

"quiet!"

As if everyone was discussing more and more loudly, Judge Miranda, who was standing opposite Lango, hit the small bell in front of him with a small hammer, and the sound of clang sounded.

At the same time, he shouted seriously.

Soon, in just a few seconds, the entire courtroom fell silent.

"Rango Marcos, now I ask you a question in the name of the Wizengamot."

"All your answers will be magically recorded and witnessed by everyone. Is there anything you don't understand?"

"No." Lango shook his head full of remorse, as if he still regretted knowing Lockhart, a black necromancer.

"Okay, do you admit that you are the founder of the meditation method?" the judge asked loudly.

"Yes, I am the founder of Meditation Method, Meditation Method, in fact, the original name I call the Rune Practice Method, which originated from the practice of using runes."

"It was later renamed Meditation Method by Lockhart. It is correct to say that I am the founder of Meditation Method."

Lango nodded very positively and said, "Lockhart not only stole my rune training method, but also gave him a new name."

"It's a pity that I was cast with the Forgetting Curse, which led to the memory of the runes. Only recently have I recovered part of it."

Speaking of this, Lango's tone has become a little angry: "Judge, Lockhart cannot be let go, you must arrest him immediately."

After hearing this, Judge Miranda said in a deep voice, "Rango Marcos, please remain calm."

Then asked again: "Do you have any evidence to prove that what you said is true?"

After Lango heard it, he replied loudly: "Judge, I have evidence. Although I was cast with the Forgetting Curse, I still recovered some memories about runes."

"I once developed a rune training method, which is what you call a meditation method. This meditation method has not been announced to everyone, and it can be used as evidence to prove that Lockhart snatched my research results."

"Okay, Rango." Judge Miranda said in a deep voice again: "Please present your evidence."

Hearing this, Lango reached out and took out a piece of parchment. At the same time, a necromancer stepped forward, took the parchment, turned around and walked to the judge, and handed it to the judge.

At the moment

Dumbledore, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Judge Miranda, can we identify this meditation together?"

After Judge Miranda heard it, he looked at Rango again, and after Lango heard it, he said to Dumbledore without any hesitation: "Principal Dumbledore, there is no problem."

"I am your student, and I am full of trust in you. I hope you can also act for me and arrest Lockhart, a black necromancer."

"Don't give him the chance to escape."

After Dumbledore heard it, he was silent for a moment, and then said gently: "Rango, don't worry, I won't wrong any necromancer."

Hearing this, Judge Miranda waved his hand lightly. The necromancer at the side stretched out his wand, tapped the parchment in his hand, the white light flickered slightly, and then waved vigorously in the air.

In an instant, a large number of characters and rune patterns appeared in midair, which were exactly the contents on the parchment.

Dumbledore stared at the meditation text and patterns in midair, his expression changed slightly.

At the same time, Rango saw Dumbledore and begged loudly: "Principal, you have to be the master for me."

"This meditation method can be applied to necromancers, and what Lockhart came up with is a simplified version."

"This can completely prove that Lockhart plundered my research results."

Saying that, he shouted loudly to the members of the Wizengamot who were staring at the text and patterns in mid-air.

"Guys, if you still have doubts, I'm totally open to ingesting The God's Telekinesis, Veritaserum, etc."

"As long as I can uncover the truth and arrest the black necromancer Lockhart, I'm willing to try."

At this moment, Dumbledore remained silent, reviewing the meditation idea he had just seen in his mind.

Although there are a lot of traces of modification in this meditation book, he can see the core at a glance.

because

This meditation method was developed by him and Lockhart together.

To be precise, it was Lockhart who took out the framework and asked him for advice, and he made a lot of suggestions.

He even gave it the name, called Moonlight Meditation.

And it's useless for him to say it now.

The other party had a complete excuse, saying that Lockhart was likely to use his name to come and clean up.

Most importantly, he observed Rango's look just now, including using a slight ingestion of The God's Telekinesis.

He found that the emotions were real, anger, and regret were completely from the heart, as if they had actually happened, or he thought they had actually happened.

In this case, neither the veritaserum nor the ingestion of The God's Telekinesis will work.

It seems that the founder of this meditation notarized that he could not stop it.

Next, Lockhart needs to be summoned for a face-to-face confrontation.

Now, hopefully, Snape will arrive in time.

At the same time, Snape, wearing the black necromancer robe, was standing in front of the fireplace of transnational magic.

Standing next to him was a middle-aged member of the Ministry of Magic.

He had just applied for a trip to Norway from the Department of Magical Transport, and was about to rush there to call Lockhart back.

"Professor Snape, you can just go in."

Hearing the voice of the middle-aged necromancer next to his ear, Snape nodded and went straight into the magic fireplace.

Then

call!

Green's flames rose.

At the same time, a somewhat panicked voice suddenly came: "It's not good, there is a failure in the transmission of the Floo network."

Just as Snape realized it, he felt as if his body was being stuffed into a tube, twisting and shuttling non-stop.

next moment.

The space changed, and Snape looked at the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitching non-stop.

In the vast grassland, a large number of black people gathered together, holding up shotguns, and watching the golden lion opposite with vigilance.

He is in Africa!

(end of this chapter)