The farce finally ended after the professors brought Lockhart to Mrs. Pomfrey, and the students of Hogwarts and the students of Demstrong dispersed in a noisy way. Professor McGonagall felt tired and tired from the bottom of her heart. After watching the empty building, she looked at the messy auditorium with her chairs and sighed, "Principal Dumbledore, you made a wrong decision."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Nothing is absolutely wrong, Minerva. Only suitable and inappropriate."

"On the first day..." Professor McGonagall sighed: "On the first day, a professor was injured. Although I don't like Professor Lockhart, he was too frivolous... but this kind of experience was too much for him. Is Professor Lockhart okay?"

"His memories went back three years ago..." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Speaking of this, when Mrs. Pomfrey was treating him, she discovered something interesting. His memories for the past three years were chaotic, like a mess. When Mrs. Pomfrey was taking souls and thinking, she only saw countless chaotic and indescribable bad memories, just like the memory of a crazy troll, which was stirred into a ball by someone using the forgetting spell."

"Madame Pomfrey said that just reading these pieces of memory will drive her crazy!"

"But Mrs. Pomfrey was reading Lohat's memory three years ago and accidentally discovered something...Minerva, although I don't want to believe it, Professor Lohat may be treated in Azkaban!"

"Azkaban has been occupied by the black wizard!" Professor McGonagall replied subconsciously, then his face changed color and said, "What happened?"

"Professor Lockhart was suspected of stealing someone's experience with the forgetting curse. We have found a victim. After telling Professor Lockhart about his story with him and vampires, he was attacked by Professor Lockhart... There may be many such victims. Professor Lockhart's adventures in his best-selling books may have all been stealing others."

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall was incredible.

Dumbledore whispered: "In order to maintain the reputation of the school, we will announce that Professor Lockhart lost some of his memory due to a teaching accident and needed to go to St. Mungo to treat him. The Black Magic Defense Class is temporarily handed over to... Professor Chen Ang, who came to communicate with him."

"What?" Professor McGonagall opened his eyes wide and she screamed: "You want a dark wizard to teach the black magic defense class? It's better to let Snape come to substitute class. I know he's already focused on that position."

"This is what Professor Snape suggested!" Dumbledore whispered.

Professor McGonagall looked disbelief. She grabbed the hem of Dumbledore's robe and asked in horror: "Is he crazy? Principal, Snape is crazy, are you crazy too? How big a mess did the professor make during class today?"

"Sometimes, if you don't give someone a chance, you will never be able to see him clearly." Dumbledore smiled and said, "How do you know if he is not suitable if you don't let Professor Chen give it a try?"

Chen Ang took Demstrong's students back to the dormitory. Yakov had already woken up from madness at this time. After hearing what happened from his classmates, his little face turned pale. When he saw Chen Ang coming to him, he said tremblingly and hesitantly: "Teacher...Professor! I didn't mean it, it was me who dreamed of the old god last night, and they controlled all this I did."

"There is no old god, Yakov." Chen Ang shook his head.

"just me!"

"Although the existences in the psalms that I asked you to recite still exist, they are far away from this world. Although the chaos in this world is still so chaotic, they are not so indescribable horror. Those poems and magic books cannot communicate with those old dominators. They only describe the essence of magic chaos, making your spirit more acute."

"Sharp enough to contact the 'well of eternity'. What you see is my reflection in the well of eternity from beginning to end, a distorted shadow due to the enormous arcane energy and chaotic magic."

Yakov was even more frightened. If Chen Ang used to be a terrifying dark devil in their hearts, he had now been upgraded to an omniscient and omnipotent evil god.

Looking at the little wizards who were trembling like quails, the little girl's head was wrapped nervously, and her hair was tied into dead snakes. Yakov's tongue trembled and hit her teeth desperately. There were six eyes that were bleeding and tears behind the neck of a tall witch. Viktor Krum's jaw was covered with octopus-like tentacles. These tentacles twitched like spasms, stretching towards the direction facing away from Chen Ang.

Chen Ang couldn't help but sigh, and he said calmly: "It's okay, Yakov, you're doing a good job."

"You must be very confused. What is the essence of gaining magic and power when you come into contact with the 'old gods' in your dreams? In the previous few classes, I mainly talked about how to control and protect your spirit. Some people learned well, allowing themselves to maintain the human form, while others did not learn well, or they rashly contacted the 'old gods' more deeply, causing physical alienation."

"You feel stronger day by day, and the magic power grows exponentially. I know that most of you are afraid of it and think that the power of the 'old gods' and 'monsters' has infected you."

"But today, I want to tell you the origin of the black magic you have learned. According to research, the magic power of most wizards comes from their own bloodlines. The magic bloodline of more magical animals in the wizards' bodies nourishes your magic power, so your magic power will gradually grow as you age."

"Secondly, some magical items that are closely related to wizards will also influence each other due to communication with wizards. Your magic power will also grow due to reverse effects while stimulating the growth of the power of magical items. All powerful magical items, such as the old wand, can also make the magic power of wizards powerful."

"But in the final analysis, the wizards still use the power in their bodies, the magic power nourished by your bloodline, and your magic power comes from your physical strength, vitality, and vitality... The wizard uses spells to pry out the power of the whole world, and this is the magic-curse system. But I am not satisfied with this. I hope to find the huge system that the wizard uses spells to pry, stimulate the wizards in reverse, transform you, and gain more powerful power than relying on bloodline growth."

"This is the origin of my black magic system...I found a new plane, a world outside our world, with endless powerful power, the whole process is a secret, but in the end, I absorbed this power into our world and opened up a 'well' in our world to that world."

"That is the 'well of eternity', the source of darkness, the source of arcane, and the energy core of the universe."

"The controller of the Well of Eternity is an existence called 'Morgoth' who discovered this world and radiated his power to this world. The power of the Well of Eternity I discovered is a pure energy called arcane energy, and what Morgoth radiates to this world is a chaotic magic with its power traits, full of darkness and chaos."

"Morgoth twisted my shadow, so that anyone who pursues arcane power will infect chaotic magic in his dreams. The Well of Eternity is a powerful source of radiation, with powerful energy comparable to a star and can destroy the world. Every second of the energy drawn from the Well of Eternity can destroy this planet more than ten times. Therefore, when your magic is exposed to its radiation, it will grow at a rate of thousands of times. If you can have enough will to control this power and have enough wisdom to control this power, you will be able to do anything!"

"If you have this determination, you can explore the secrets of the Well of Eternity through the power of Morgoth, find influence, control, and use this magnificent power!"

"As your mentor, I have guided you to the feet of this road... The rest of the road depends on you!"

Looking at the stunned Demstrong exchange students, Chen Ang turned around and returned to his room, leaving behind a group of trembling little wizards, shocking his words.

"How long does this setting take to fall into Dumbledore's ears? How long will Dumbledore consider before he can sense the power of the Well of Eternity?" Chen Ang thought: "Do you want to give Harry Potter a tip so that he will not be able to compete with Dumbledore for the title of the next Dark Lord? Or give Malfoy a chance?"
Chapter completed!