"So… you're my… senior?"
Lockhart wrote this passage on the page with his quill.
"Yes, I enrolled in 1938, so by time, I am indeed your senior."
Lockhart scratched his nose with the feather of his quill, still asking the question Dumbledore hadn't clearly answered, or even tried to make him ignore with an Obliviate and Confundo.
However, Dumbledore, with all his calculations, didn't account for the fact that he wasn't useless; in some ways, he was overly clever.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to plagiarize others' experiences in the magic world for so many years without being caught… or rather, only caught once.
In short, after he left the Headmaster's office and realized he had been subjected to a Confundo, he immediately cast Obliviate on himself, making his brain forget the effects the Confundo had on him. This was a high-level application of the Memory Charm.
However, this also had a downside: it made him recall the fear of being dominated by Hogwarts campus legends.
So much so that he picked up his quill and directly asked the senior from a distant time: "It is said that there is a legend at Hogwarts that the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and the Alchemy Professor are incompatible. Is this true? Only one Professor can survive safely until the end of the semester?"
"Why do you think that?"
"Because I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and from when I was a student until now, I have never seen a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor who could serve for two consecutive years… And… and last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor died, even before the final exam. He just died."
Tom Riddle in the book was a bit bewildered, in short, he didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked. To believe such an absurd rumor also showed that the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor he was conversing with was a complete fool.
In short… he could be used.
"What I'm about to tell you, don't be afraid."
Seeing this passage appear on the book page, Lockhart's heart instantly leaped into his throat.
"Is it true?"
"...Yes."
Lockhart lost all strength and means, leaning back helplessly in his chair.
"However…"
"Hmm?" He sprang up like a spring again, his eyes fixed on the book page in front of him.
"When I was a student, I had a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. He was my mentor, and we were very close. He knew a way to resist that curse. In the end, he left Hogwarts because he reached old age and retired, not because he was defeated by the curse."
"You know?" Lockhart wrote quickly.
"I said, he was my mentor, we were very close, everything he knew, I knew."
"Senior, can you (crossed out) you tell me this method?"
"It's very simple. Before that Alchemy Professor defeats you, you strike first and defeat that Alchemy Professor, then perform a ritual magic."
Tom Riddle in the book had already figured out how to trick the foolish Professor he was talking to into ambushing the Alchemy Professor in the middle of the night.
After all, according to what this foolish Professor said, this Alchemy Professor was younger than him, more powerful in magic, and from his lies, it could also be deduced that this Alchemy Professor should also be full of charisma, perfectly matching himself… In any case, he was much better than this foolish Professor he was currently talking to.
Next, he only needed to use ritual magic to forcibly take over the Alchemy Professor's body and inherit his magic.
Then, by extracting the life force of this foolish Professor, Lord Voldemort in his complete form would once again descend upon his loyal Hogwarts.
"By 'defeat,' do you mean…" Lockhart wrote expectantly.
"Kill him with Avada Kedavra. His body must not have even a speck of damage, and it must be fresh enough."
"No!"
Sweat once again trickled down Lockhart's forehead.
Little Tom in the book was a bit speechless, filled with disdain for the foolish Professor in front of him who had the intention but not the courage.
"Then what will you do? Wait until the end of the semester to be dismembered or even die on the podium because of the so-called curse?"
"I… I won't… I won't kill… No, I won't listen to you." Lockhart, with his trembling hand, tried to close the book, and then he saw another passage appear on the page.
"It's also fine not to kill. I have other methods."
Lockhart, who was about to close the book, timidly stopped his action.
"You tell me."
"...First, I need you to absolutely trust me."
"…I can."
"Alright then… First, I want you to touch this book with both hands."
Lockhart did as he was told, waiting for further instructions from the book page.
"Then inject magic into this book."
Lockhart hesitated for a moment but still complied.
And then… there was no "then."
Meanwhile, in the alchemy office.
"Oh, my Merlin… Is this even an office?"
The moment Neville walked into the alchemy office, he stared blankly at the giant machines protected by huge glass domes.
"Yes, didn't I say I was going to redecorate my office last Christmas? This is the result of the redecoration." Kaisen's voice came from afar as he sat by the giant floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the office.
Neville jogged for a while, finally arriving at the desk, panting.
"Professor, do… do you walk this far every time you leave the office?"
"Most of the time I Apparate, and occasional exercise is good. During the holidays, Lupin and I even played ice hockey here… that's the person from Flourish and Blotts during the holidays. Oh, right, why didn't you come with your friends today?"
"I wanted to… Professor, I came today because… can you not tell them?"
"Yes." Kaisen nodded.
"Professor, I want to learn Alchemy!" Neville said seriously.
"Actually, I had anticipated it, but I still recommend that you take my class in your third year. Alchemy is different from Potion; Alchemy truly requires strong magic as a foundation. Doing Alchemy with second-year magic is a bit… dangerous."
"Cedric is in his fourth year now, right? Last year, when he was in his third year, he took my Alchemy class with the fourth-years, and he fell asleep in my class. So, not having enough magic to learn Alchemy can lead to some extra situations, especially for my kind of Alchemy that requires magic enchantment."
"Uh… Professor, I don't quite understand."
"No problem, we'll start with the basics." Kaisen waved his hand, and the kettle, already heated and boiling by the Shining Light, flew over to brew a pot of tea for them.
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