The New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

An explosion suddenly rang out inside Hogwarts Castle.

Black Incendio roared up, and beneath the raging inferno, the spire of Hogwarts Castle began to slowly sink, engulfed in flames.

But before those falling buildings could even hit the ground, they were blocked by an invisible wall.

This saved the students who were about to enter the castle from an attack.

All the young wizards huddled together in a sorry state, watching helplessly as Dumbledore appeared through the gap on the fourth floor of the castle.

Voldemort was in very poor condition, and Quirrell's soul was on the verge of collapse.

He waved his wand, and black flames surged like boiling water, as a Dahei python lunged at Dumbledore.

A red light shot out from Dumbledore's wand, directly facing the black serpent that carried the force of a thunderbolt.

The black snake shattered at the slightest touch, vanishing into nothingness.

Voldemort, enveloped in a black gust of wind, turned and flew into the sky.

Dumbledore didn't give chase; instead, he pointed his wand at the castle.

"Reparo!"

The flames disappeared, and the shattered building returned to its original state.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore with awe; the headmaster's power was still so great!

William looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully. Logically speaking, a wizard of this age should have experienced a significant decline in strength.

But Dumbledore seems unaffected by age.

He suddenly remembered the stories Nicolas had told him, including one about the most powerful wand.

Today is destined to be an unforgettable day.

William Stark scored a whopping 260 points on the Quidditch Pitch, breaking the record for the highest score in Hogwarts' history and leading his team into the finals.

Later, he even killed a giant python on the field.

He defeated Slytherin House in the Quidditch match and killed the giant serpent that symbolized Slytherin.

Two events that clearly have no causal relationship seem to be connected when viewed as a whole, adding an air of legend to the story.

William's popularity soared, and his Hogwarts fanbase grew to the point of near fanaticism.

Roger Davies went around telling everyone that he and William combined for 270 points; that's shameless to an extreme.

Soon, another rumor spread throughout the school: the Boy Who Lived stopped the You-Know-Who from stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

However, most people do not believe this rumor, because everyone saw what happened at the time.

Dumbledore stood amidst the raging flames, repelling the strange and mysterious wizard; no one saw where Potter was.

Headmaster's Office.

William sat down in his chair and asked, "How's Harry?"

"Harry is alright," Dumbledore satisfied smile. "At the last moment, I stopped him from swallowing the Philosopher's Stone. He'll probably need to stay in the hospital for a while."

"It's inconvenient for me to go see him, otherwise Madam Pomfrey will grab a feather duster and chase me out."

William nodded slightly and looked at the Philosopher's Stone on the table.

The stone was pale in color and almost devoid of luster.

This is a sign of a lack of magic.

This is normal. The Philosopher's Stone is not a perpetual motion machine; it cannot consume magic power indefinitely without needing to replenish it.

This stuff will disappear after a while.

The time it takes to use depends on the refiner. If the refiner's skill is poor, the quality of the Philosopher's Stone will be very low, and the magic power will be exhausted in just a few days.

Similarly, having Philosopher's Stone does not guarantee immortality.

The Philosopher's Stone is only one important component of the Elixir of Life; it still needs to be brewed.

"I will publicly announce that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed," Dumbledore said calmly.

William showed no surprise.

Nicolas had told him about it.

This is also a good way to avoid more trouble coming your way.

But Nicolas wouldn't die like that; he said more than once that he hadn't lived enough yet.

He needed to forge a new Philosopher's Stone, which was why he sought out William.

"What about Professor Snape?" William asked.

He said the Basilisk was causing trouble today, which was unfair to Ravenclaw, and demanded a rematch.

William had seen plenty of shameless people, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone as brazen as Snape.

In William's words: Don't be like Snape.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "According to the rules, you can certainly have a rematch, if both deans agree."

"Professor Flitwick has left the decision to me." William smiled. "I'm still confident of victory in another round, but let's give Slytherin some face."

Otherwise, the next record broken might be the one for the largest point difference.

Dumbledore nodded and asked, "Are you confident of winning the championship?"

"Certainly."

"It's a pity," Dumbledore said unhappily, "Gryffindor didn't make it to the finals."

William shrugged. "Even if Gryffindor makes it to the finals, they won't win. Harry still be in his hospital bed by then."

William suddenly had a premonition that the Gryffindor Quidditch Team with Potter wouldn't have a smooth year.

"The match is settled, but what about the Basilisk?" Dumbledore crossed his arms and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

William sighed, and reluctantly said, "I can give some to Professor Snape, but he must give me whatever medicine I need unconditionally."

"Of course," Dumbledore praised, "My child, you are truly outstanding."

I think you will receive another "Special Award for Services to the School," which would be a remarkable achievement.

William remained calm and composed.

Like a banner, once he received one, he didn't care much about it anymore.

William looked up and saw a job posting on the table.

Dumbledore noticed William's gaze and said with distress, "We never have enough Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."

"Anyone applying?"

"Hmm... not at the moment, even though I've already increased my salary by 30%."

Of course no one would apply; the position is too risky.

William was also curious about who would be the next unlucky one.

"By the way, do you remember Lockhart?"

William thought for a moment and said, "I remember, he also wrote to me a few times, inviting me to his new book launch."

"That's wonderful!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "It's good that you two are on the same side. Could you help me write a letter inviting him to Hogwarts to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?"

"I wrote it, will he come?" William raised an eyebrow; he didn't think he had that much influence.

"Yes, it will," Dumbledore said confidently. "Of course, you'd better hint at it; being the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor will help sell the new book..."

William was speechless. He knew it! Hogwarts might seem like it doesn't charge tuition, but secretly it takes a lot of kickbacks from Diagon Alley.

Sure enough, they've started taking kickbacks from Lockhart again.

"By the way, speaking of writing letters, Professor, have you ever considered slightly altering the content of the Hogwarts acceptance letter?" William suddenly said.

"What's wrong?"

"The content is too outdated, almost out of touch with the times." William shook his head slightly. "I've heard that many students, when they first saw their acceptance letters, wanted to transfer to Beauxbatons School."

Couldn't you have polished it a bit? This is really bad for our recruitment in the United Kingdom."

"Oh, do you have any good suggestions?" Dumbledore interest.

William quickly wrote a long string of words on a piece of paper and handed it to the principal.

The principal began reading with great interest.

William said "Goodnight" and then got up to leave.

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