Amidst the screams and wails of the students, the first magic practice class finally came to a successful conclusion.

Although the rest of the people, not to mention defeating the illusion, except for Draco, were extremely exceptional, they were able to hold out for more than a minute, but it still did not dampen their enthusiasm for how to learn the art of combat.

In particular, the new spells recorded in the booklet created a strong sense of freshness and excitement in everyone, so much so that they ignored the fact that they had been abused by their opponents throughout the class.

When Zhang Cheng announced the end of class, the "Iron Triangle" immediately got together and discussed what had just happened.

"Damn! I think Headmaster Dumbledore is crazy! Ron grumbled as he rubbed his still sore shoulders and whispered.

Although magic heals most wounds, the psychological effects are not something that can be eliminated in a moment.

"I also think this course is a bit dangerous, but it is undeniable that as long as you stick to it, you will definitely gain a lot. Look at Draco, he's probably better than the three of us combined. Hermione expressed her opinion in a serious tone.

"That's right, as long as you can get stronger, a little injury doesn't matter. Whether you want to continue, I will not give up. Harry Potter's eyes twinkled with anticipation.

If there's anyone in the British wizarding world who is most eager to prove himself, it's him.

As soon as he stepped into the wizarding circle, he found that he had somehow become a "celebrity", and he wanted more than anyone else to gain strength that matched his fame, rather than being a president and someone laughing at him with his life experience.

In fact, Harry Potter, who grew up in oppression and discrimination, has much more dark sides in his heart than most of his peers, and his ambition and ** are much stronger.

What Zhang Cheng did was to stimulate all the dark sides of his personality through some guidance and hints, and see if the final result would be different.

After all, the pursuit of power is the deep desire of every wizard's subconscious, and even the greatest white wizard cannot stop a young man from gaining his own power through hard work.

It's just that so far, no one has noticed his sinister intentions.

......

Back in the room, Zhang Cheng didn't rush to affect Harry's thinking, just opened a palm-sized crystal bottle placed on the table, and injected a small part of the creative power into it for storage.

After doing all this, he pursed the corners of his mouth and asked with a smile: "Dobby, tell me, what did the savior do after class?"

Harry Potter seems to have enjoyed your lessons, and has expressed to his two friends that he will not give up no matter what. The house elf with the brutally modified tibia of the body came out of the dark corner and reported in a low voice.

"Hehe, as I expected. Keep an eye on him, and give him a little temptation if necessary, and I'm sure you understand what I mean. Zhang Chengyi hinted with deep taste.

"Dobby understands! Dobby will make Harry Potter addicted to power!" the house-elf bowed deeply with one hand to his chest.

Remember, be careful not to be discovered by other students and professors. Thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys who always like to fantasize and stubbornly believe that they are the most special one in the world, and you better take advantage of that. With that, Zhang Cheng waved his hand lightly, signaling that the other party could leave.

"Rest assured, host, I won't be found by anyone. Dobby's eyes flashed with a vicious light, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

I'm afraid that Dumbledore, as the headmaster, will never know that Hogwarts, which he thought had strong magical protection, has long been infiltrated into a sieve.

Shortly after the demon-reformed house-elf left, the Supreme Authority suddenly asked, "Master, you seem to be interested in the bespectacled boy?"

"Interested? No, I'm just feeling a little bored and trying to have some fun with myself. Zhang Cheng sat down and tapped lightly on the table. "You know? The most interesting thing in this world is to kill the last hope of others with your own hands, and to look at their faces in pain and despair. I don't like Albus Dumbledore, and I don't like the ideas he admires. Whether it is a wizard or an ordinary person, they should be in a state of fierce competition, not comfortable enough to live comfortably for the rest of their lives without doing anything. ”

"I think so too, but I really don't see anything special about the boy, other than the soul fragments in the lightning-shaped scar on his head. The Supreme Authority apparently did not approve of the "savior" status, and even had a slight contempt and disdain.

"Special? He's not special at all, he's just a pawn that has been pushed to the foreground and manipulated. Zhang Cheng explained with a sneer.

As the protagonist throughout the story, Harry Potter is actually just a decoy deliberately created by Dumbledore to attract Voldemort's attention, and he never gets rid of his control until the end.

I have to say that such a life is really a bit pathetic, so he has to do a little damage.

"And what next? Don't tell me you're going to waste all your time with a boy. ”

"No, of course not, don't you see that I've been storing the power of creation. Next, I'm going to do a big experiment with the students to see how many changes this thing makes......"

When he said this, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with chilling madness.

Yes!

That's what he really wanted to do as a professor at Hogwarts!

In the entire wizarding world of Britain, what could be easier to find hundreds or thousands of wizards to experiment with than Hogwarts?

As dinner time came, Zhang Cheng quietly sneaked into the kitchen, taking advantage of the fact that many house-elves were not paying attention, and integrated the power of creativity into various juices and pumpkin juices.

In the end, when the ingredients were brought to the table, no one noticed that something was wrong, not even the famous Dumbledore.

Right now, the entire Hogwarts can be said to have turned into a huge testing ground, and no one knows what will happen to Zhang Cheng, including the initiator, whether it will lead to a terrible disaster.

The only thing he knows is that anyone who has drunk fruit juice will have a mutation in a short period of time.

In order to better obtain the test data, hundreds of blood samples were even taken overnight as archives.

Just as Zhang Cheng had just returned to his room after all this, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the silent castle, followed by a panicked mass of all the students and professors.

You don't have to ask to know that Sirius Black has finally infiltrated it, looking for enemies while looking at his godson...... 8)