On the British Peninsula, a majestic building next to the Scottish mountain lake is tall and towering here, towering across the sky. The breeze blows across the lake, and the reflections in the ripples reflect the coldness of the siege.

In the castle, in an unknown room, Dismusk was carefully sifting the tea with a colander. The red leaves were fresh and refreshing. It was obviously the newly produced black tea. Then poured it in with warm water and repeated a move back and forth until there were no impurities in the tea, and then pressed it with a lid. He didn't like black tea at first, and the additional effects of warming the stomach were only suitable for the old man who was "wind and smokeless" on Wu Lao Peak. Green tea is his favorite, but Alice Phil likes to drink black tea, which is enough.

"After red, can the positioning system be turned on again?" Looking at the forest outside the window, Dismusk whispered.

"Master, because of the severe interference of the magnetic field here, any information digital communication disturbance is overshooting, let alone positioning, even information transmission is a problem."

The tender voice of the Red Queen sounded in my mind. This was the first time that the Red Queen host had been turned on after it was moved to Sicily. Obviously, the sound sounded more energetic than before, and this sound could be spread in my mind in the form of brain waves. It is difficult for outsiders to detect it.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Hogwarts Magic School is indeed extraordinary." After a moment, Dismusk barely sighed.

"Master, please remind me that your course has been five minutes since it started."

"Uh~" responded lightly, and Dismusk seemed to suddenly realize that his current identity was the teacher of the black magic defense class at Hogwarts Magic School, Mr. Gidero Lohart. This was indeed no pressure for the great magician Merlin. Dismusk, who awakened the inheritance of his previous life, did not take the course seriously. He picked up the materials that Carmen sorted for him. A bird cage was unknown creature. Looking at the little cutie in the cage, he probably could catch it with Carmen's ability. It was probably the preparation materials for the original owner Gidero Lohart...

Holding the cage in his left hand and information in his right hand, Dismusk found that he couldn't find the magic wand, and how could he get the tea...

In the classroom, since there were no teachers in the crowd for a long time, the little wizards inevitably had some daily communication. It seems that the chaos in the classroom is not divided into times and national boundaries.

The small door on the second floor creaked and someone gently pushed open. The school suddenly became quiet. Dismusk walked out of it with a pile of things in his arms, his eyes were melancholy and lazy, and he said without raising his head, "I will introduce myself briefly. My name is Gidro Lohart, and I am your teacher in the black magic defense class."

"That who, the little wizard with golden hair! Go to the house to help me get my black tea and wand." Dismusk placed the bird cage and a stack of paper on the table, then raised his body back, spread it on a chair, and said with his eyes half-squinted. The direction where his head was tilted was pointing was a blonde boy.

"I... me?" Lucius Malfoy pointed at himself with a look of surprise.

"That's right, you, the little blond cute." Dismusk said with a slap and said with certainty. Then, when Malfoy got up and moved, he reminded him again, "By the way, the wand seems to be on the grate of the separate tea leaves, which may be covered with some tea leaves. Please wash it for me."

Malfoy hesitated for a second before he barely responded and turned toward the building.

When Malfoy looked constipated, he took the wand and tea to Dismusk and returned to his seat.

Dismusk's eyes took back the paper in his hand. These papers were lesson preparation materials prepared by Carmen for him. He had never looked at them carefully. When he came to Hogwarts, he was also the broken picture in the future that the vampire Alice saw. He didn't know whether he was so powerful that even Alice's eyes could not see through it.

When he picked up the lesson preparation materials and looked carefully, the topics above were all about Gidero Lohart’s personal profile, which was simply a fill-in-the-blank question for fairy tales. A person who is narcissistic to this level also requires courage and perseverance. In some aspects, this guy named Gidero Lohart is not a simple character.

He Dismusk is not a narcissistic person, but he is also a confident person. Even if he does not have the information in his hand, he is still able to tell the little wizards below about magic stories and skills from thousands of years ago. However, in that era, during the period of outstanding people and spiritual mythology, he didn't know what a magic wand was. Should a magician of thousands of years show these little guys what is the technique of killing gods, the skill of slaying dragons, or, to be more simply, casting spells without a stick...

Dismusk was already uneasy and did not have the heart to attend classes. Now he was just leisure and resting. Waiting for the night to come, Alice's special abilities would also be enhanced, and he would get more information at that time.

With a "bang", Dismusk snapped his fingers. Under the eyes of everyone in the hall, the test papers on the table flew out one by one, and were evenly distributed to each student.

"Wow, so awesome!" Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, the protagonist of the Magic Academy, opened his mouth and couldn't help but exclaim.

The golden-retriever wizard Malfoy on the table next to him was even more exaggerated. He shook his head with a serious look on his face and said, "It's so cool!"

Campus academic master Hermione looked at the lazy figure and melancholy eyes with admiration. When she received the test paper flying in the air, she thanked her shyly.

Dismusk gently pulled a smile on his lips, then leaned back and looked into the distance through the window. In the legacy of the primeval forest, there were two cute night elves.

Not sure how long it took, Hermione's voice interrupted Dismusk's thoughts.

"Mr. Lockhart, we've finished writing it." Hermione leaned forward in her seat, leaning forward, and although the voice was small, every word was clear.

Dismusk retracted his emotions, calmed down, then turned his head and looked at the little girl. The youth of about ten years old was a budding year. He couldn't help but think of Ilia, his daughter, an abominable and rebellious woman.

Dismusk nodded at the little girl, waved his hand, and the test papers in the classroom naturally rose up, and were neatly arranged on the desktop like the replay just now. Dismusk quickly flipped through the test papers and gave the answer accurately after assisting the computer to give the answers. The results were obtained in a moment.

"Look at you, I don't even know your favorite color. Isn't my bestseller yet? "Didn't my bestseller pass to Hogwarts?" Dismusk said listlessly as he looked through the test papers. He didn't seem to like playing the role of a teacher.

"Oh! Miss Hermione Granger, only you know that my life ambition is to wipe out all the evils in the world and the colors I like to see the most. You are such a good girl." Dismusk once again looked at Hermione, facing the other party's crazy expression, and he couldn't help but think in his heart how great it would be if Ilia admired her father so much.

"Okay, today in this classroom, I will teach you how to fight evil creatures." Dis said, picking up the bird cage and pulling the strips on it apart.

A small creature with wings in the cage was shaking uneasyly, causing the bird cage to shake continuously, as if it was about to break in the next moment.

"The elf of Conor County!" a student exclaimed. A wave of whispers came from the hall.

"Now." Dismusk picked up the wand and said leisurely, "I will teach you a destiny spell - immobulus. Based on your magic power, it is stimulated through the wand. You must clearly pronounce the byte immobulus, and the pronunciation must be accurate, and the syllables and rhythm must be accurate."

To put it bluntly, although Dismusk can use some magic, he is still not very clear about the working principle of magic under the "God civilization" of physics, natural science and celestial theories. His understanding of magic is as simple as when people are born to eat milk, eat when they are hungry, and drink water when they are thirsty, and casting is so natural as to swing the wand.

"Play" Dismusk clapped his hands, and the two front and back doors in the classroom were closed. He continued, "The future of Hogwarts, the little wizards of the present, should tremble now."

After speaking, the magic wand was lifted, and the bird cage shattered, and the elves inside flashed like locusts.

The classroom was in chaos, and Dismusk stepped onto the second floor leisurely. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at Hermione again. The figure in a panic avoidance was unforgettable. The unforgettable good girl was gold and could shine everywhere.
Chapter completed!