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Kapitel 27: Chapter 27: The Source of Magic!

"Thank you, Professor Lockhart, for your explanation. It was very detailed. I will definitely keep in mind what you just said," Hermione said excitedly, putting away the notebook she had just taken notes in and placing it in her small bag.

Lockhart had just finished answering Hermione's three questions and felt a little parched. He took a sip of tea from his cup. Hearing the gratitude in Hermione's tone, a smile appeared on his face as he replied, "Alright, that's it for the questions. You should join your friends. Studying is very important, but it also requires a balance between work and rest!"

With that, Lockhart gestured with his hand, and Hermione reluctantly left the professor's box. She had originally planned to stay as long as the professor was willing to speak, hoping to get to know him better and ask more questions.

Gilderoy Lockhart had been her idol even before she met him, having become a fan through the six books he wrote. After meeting him, a simple conversation made her even more of a fan.

Professor Lockhart answered her questions in a very detailed and vivid manner, citing several interesting cases. She understood and memorized the knowledge points very easily, achieving such learning efficiency and effectiveness.

He was exactly the ideal professor in her mind, even exceeding her expectations. He was better than Professor Snape and even somewhat superior to Professor McGonagall, Hermione thought silently.

With some regret, she left the professor's box and walked towards the Gryffindor box. Lockhart watched Hermione's departing figure, his eyes half-squinted as if deep in thought.

From their exchange, it was clear that Hermione had great potential. He didn't dare to fully believe any plot he had in mind. As a researcher, he would only make judgments after verifying things himself.

However, she was a bit young, so he could only say that she had the potential to be cultivated. After all, it had only been an hour, and there had been cases where things didn't turn out well. If she could really listen to what he said and practice it, it wouldn't be a bad idea for Lockhart to accept her as his disciple.

The disciples he spoke of were not the workers he had mentioned to Dumbledore before, but fellow practitioners whom he could teach Kamar Taj magic, runes, and even bring to the Marvel world to pursue the truth together.

Researching magic cannot be accomplished by one person alone. Only by gathering collective efforts and conducting large-scale, systematic, and in-depth research can world-class results be achieved. This had been the case since ancient times, just like the weapons in his previous life - nuclear bombs, atomic bombs, etc. None of them were the result of a single person's effort.

Meanwhile, Lockhart looked closely at the train. He was quite curious about how the wizard conductor drove this magical train. Soon, Lockhart walked to the front, looked at the small bronze door opposite, and knocked three times.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Soon, the small bronze door opened. Lockhart was a little surprised. Inside was actually a house-elf!

"Professor Lockhart, is there anything Vada can do? Vada is delighted to help the Professor!" said the house-elf, wearing tattered clothes and with a somewhat ugly face.

Especially when he saw it bending down so hard that its head touched the dusty ground. He frowned slightly as he was a bit of a germaphobe.

"Clean!" Lockhart waved his wand lightly, the tip flickered, and in an instant, the stains on Vada's body quietly disappeared.

The house-elf saw that he was clean and jumped up very happily. "Thank you, thank you, Professor Lockhart. Thank you so much."

Looking at Vada, who wanted to get close to him, Lockhart immediately took a step back. He had no intention of having a close hug with the house-elf, so he directly asked, "Vada, do you drive the Hogwarts Express? Is there anyone else who helps you?"

"No, Professor Lockhart, Vada has always driven the Hogwarts Express. Vada loves this work and is very happy."

Seeing Vada dancing a little, Lockhart said in a commanding tone, "Vada, show me the Hogwarts Express Control Room."

Vada tilted her head but quickly nodded vigorously and replied loudly, "Okay, Professor Lockhart."

Soon, following Vada, Lockhart bent down and entered the Hogwarts Express Control Room. After entering, Lockhart looked at the space, which was at least twice as spacious, with some surprise. This should be the traceless expansion spell, Lockhart thought silently.

Immediately, he looked at the center of the entire space with interest, where a dark purple ball was emitting a large amount of magic power, and bronze pipes connected from the ball to all directions.

Lockhart guessed that the power of the entire Hogwarts Express came from this dark purple ball, or more appropriately, the source of magic power. The surrounding pipes should be used to circulate magic power and provide operating power for the entire express.

He asked Vada next to him and got a definite answer. His guess was not wrong. When Vada drove, he actually controlled the deep purple magic source in the middle. He controlled the speed of the Hogwarts Express by regulating the flow of magic. If restrictions were completely relaxed, the express speed would increase; if restrictions were tightened, the speed would slow down. Complete restriction meant stopping the train to allow the little wizards to get on or off.

Lockhart walked to the source of magic, and although the urge to study it welled up in his heart, he still knew what was appropriate. There were so many little wizards on the train. If there was an accident due to his research, all sorts of trouble would come to him. So, he decided to observe first and then ask Principal Dumbledore for permission to study it. As a professor, he should find it easy to ask, right? Lockhart thought silently.

Suddenly, Vada next to him touched him lightly, causing him to come back to his senses. He followed the direction of Vada's finger and looked out of the opposite window.

Huh!

Harry Potter?

At this moment, Harry Potter felt extremely unlucky. He had been happily staying with the Weasley family, preparing to enter platform nine and three-quarters and then arrive at Hogwarts. In his imagination, everything should have gone smoothly just like last year.

But, he didn't know what happened, but he and Ron couldn't enter platform nine and three-quarters. The Hogwarts Express was about to depart, but he and Ron were trapped.

Seeing the terrible situation, Harry and Ron quickly thought of a solution. Finally, they set their sights on the magical car they drove. After many twists and turns, they drove the magic car and finally found the Hogwarts Express.

However, the two of them were almost hit by the train, and Harry even nearly fell out of the car. Harry, who had just come to his senses, suddenly realized that he seemed to see a familiar figure on the train.

Professor Lockhart!


Kapitel 28: Chapter 28: The Magical Version of Artificial Intelligence!

Lockhart looked at the flying car that was almost hit by the train and at Harry Potter, who almost fell out of the car. He immediately recognized the scene.

He remembered that this seemed to be part of the original plot. Harry Potter couldn't take the Hogwarts Express, so he had to rely on the Weasleys' magical car. As a result, they were almost hit by the train. Fortunately, Ron reacted quickly, and they survived. Otherwise, the two of them would have ended up at St. Mungo's Hospital.

Thinking back to the magic car he had just seen, Lockhart felt a bit of interest spark within him. The Weasleys were a pure-blood family, and pure-blood families generally had their own heritage, often passed down for thousands of years. It was said that Arthur Weasley liked to study Muggle objects, and now Lockhart saw this magical car. Maybe their family's heritage was related to alchemy.

Considering this, Lockhart pondered for a moment, his mind spinning rapidly. He couldn't research the Hogwarts Express, but maybe he could take a look at the car first. And it just so happened that the Weasley family were all fans of his books. Lockhart wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

As for Harry Potter, who had just been in danger, Lockhart didn't take it too seriously. They would turn out okay in the end, and besides, he wasn't Harry Potter's nanny. Why should he care too much? Although Harry's talent wasn't low, in Lockhart's eyes, if it weren't for Harry's connection with Voldemort, Hermione was worth more. At least Hermione had the potential to be a research assistant.

Well, Harry could also participate in his research, just as a research subject. The savior was born from the collision of the magic of love and the unforgivable curse. The research value was immense!

That evening, in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, after stepping off the Hogwarts Express, Lockhart went to his office and lounge to place his luggage and some books. He would most likely settle in at Hogwarts. Don't ask why; if the school hadn't allowed him to do so, he would have settled in the library directly. Maybe he could discuss with Dumbledore about taking a part-time position as a librarian, saying that he noticed the librarian, Ms. Pince, was working too hard and wanted to help. That way, there should be no misunderstanding.

Lost in thought, Lockhart sat in the professor's seat in the Great Hall, watching a large number of young wizards pour in. He sighed slightly. Wasn't this just the freshman assembly? It was the same old thing. As a former university professor, he hated the freshman assembly speeches made by school leaders. They took a long time, used official language, clichés, and big words, and had an impassioned tone. But when it came to asking for more research funds, the passion disappeared. Those great research projects of his had to be abandoned, and Lockhart felt quite regretful.

With his thoughts turning, Lockhart continued to focus on the freshman assembly at Hogwarts. Comparing the luxurious auditorium to the university auditorium of his previous life, he had to admit it was better to have magic. In the past, such a scene could have been done, but at a very high cost. At Hogwarts, they could decorate so luxuriously with a wave of a wand. The entire auditorium was very bright, thanks to the tens of thousands of candles floating in the air. There were also some magical chandeliers hanging above. In the middle of the auditorium, long tables were filled with young wizards, with golden plates and silver goblets sparkling in the candlelight. But what amazed Lockhart most was the ceiling of the Great Hall. The entire ceiling seemed to be enchanted. Looking up, he could see a bright and beautiful sky hanging above.

Lockhart was most delighted by this scene of a vast starry sky. The vast universe and tiny human beings could stimulate his thirst for knowledge. Soon, the most classic sorting scene at Hogwarts played out under Lockhart's watchful eyes. Professor McGonagall moved a stool onto the podium, then placed a patched and somewhat worn hat on it. Seeing the Sorting Hat, Lockhart's desire for research suddenly rose again.

It was said that the Sorting Hat was enchanted by the four founders of Hogwarts with magic and infused with their ideas. It could judge the suitable house for a young wizard based on their characteristics. In Lockhart's eyes, judging the ability of the academy was secondary. The most important thing was that it was an intelligent item. Even if there were limitations, it still meant that it had a certain amount of computing power or deduction ability. Lockhart believed that an advanced magical civilization must have matching computing power or deduction capabilities. Only in this way could they continuously innovate magic technology.

In Lockhart's eyes, the Sorting Hat was clearly the prototype of magical artificial intelligence. As a researcher, the conscious use of tools was the most basic quality. The greatest role of tools was to amplify a researcher's capabilities hundreds or thousands of times. Lockhart felt that he urgently needed artificial intelligence to boost his work.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The Sorting Hat loudly sang its exclusive Sorting Song. The sound was a bit hoarse and unpleasant, making Lockhart frown slightly. However, he still stared at the Sorting Hat with great admiration.

After the singing, it was time for the sorting ceremony.

"Next, whoever's name I call will sit on the stool, put on the sorting hat, and wait for the sorting."

"Jody Philip."

As Professor McGonagall's somewhat stern voice sounded, a large number of young wizards found their own house. After watching for a while, Lockhart looked around boredly at the professors sitting around him. Well, Principal Dumbledore hadn't appeared yet. Filius Flitwick, the professor of Charms, was just as he remembered: a little short but exuding a strong aura of magic. He was worthy of being a duel champion in his youth.

The Divination professor, Sybill Trelawney, had somewhat fluffy hair and was wearing a dark green witch robe. A bone hanging in the middle of her neck, possibly used for divination, added to her somewhat arrogant demeanor. She was worthy of being a Divination teacher, but looking at Snape three seats away, Lockhart sighed softly. His face was full of gloom and severity, revealing an aura of indifference and meanness. Just four big characters written all over his face – Stay away from me!

Snape was a master of potions, and Lockhart planned to build a good relationship with him, hoping to obtain potions from him and even learn how to refine them. Judging from Snape's posture, it might be a difficult task.


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