I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

"No, no!" Yang Xi screamed hysterically, and golden lightning struck Li Yanran like it was free.

However, Li Yanran was completely indifferent to her attack, her gaze fixed on Ye Rong. A purple ball of light flashed in her palm.

Bang.

The snow-white fur ball shot forward again, its limbs and claws firmly resting on Li Yanran's head. Qi Luoli, who Yang Xi had previously believed to be dead, reappeared intact.

With the naked eye, a dazzling golden light surged from the kitten's body, like boiling water pouring into Li Yanran's body.

Hey!

The raging special forces captain let out an inhuman howl, and thick smoke billowed from his body as if he had been doused in sulfuric acid. After a while, the smoke dissipated.

Li Yanran, whose skin had returned to normal, fell to the ground beside Ye Rong with a plop.

410 Lockhart in distress

call.

The kitten very humanely wiped the non-existent cold sweat from its forehead with its little paw, opened the group chat interface and sent a message: It's finally over! Thank you, Brother Anran, the method you taught me really works.

This is an actor: it works.

Book artist: What about the live broadcast you promised? Why don’t you start the live broadcast?

Lazy Kitten: Oh, I forgot.

Curly-haired boy: Humph, have you forgotten or are you too embarrassed to see people?

Lazy little kitty: You're talking nonsense. Why should I be ashamed of seeing people when I'm so cute?

Curly: I don't know if it's cute or not, but I do know that animals don't usually wear clothes. If you look at this from a human perspective, it's understandable why you're embarrassed to see people.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Ah, that's understandable. If you think about it, Luoluo must be very uncomfortable without clothes every day, right?

Lazy Kitten: Yes, it is quite uncomfortable.

Qi Luoli's face was about to turn red at this moment, because she didn't feel uncomfortable at all! Not only was she not uncomfortable, she didn't even think about wearing clothes! End, has she really accepted the fact that she is a cat?

No, this is absolutely not possible!

She had to find something to wear anyway. Even if she couldn't find a formal suit, she had to at least get a bikini.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: If you need clothes, we have protective gear for ninja cats. Do you want some?

[Hint: The angel from the Hidden Rain Village uploaded an item, Ninja Cat Armor. Price: 10 points]

Lazy Little Kitten: Ah, thank you Sister Xiaonan!

Qi Luoli clicked the buy button without hesitation, and quickly put on the blue-based defensive suit under the dazed gaze of Yang Xi beside her.

It's a really nice fit. It has little hanging pockets and a hood. When Qi Luoli put it on, she really looked like a cat-slayer.

Curly-haired guy: Congratulations, you don’t have to be naked anymore.

Lazy Kitten: Your brother-in-law, can you please be more polite when you speak?

Hatchet Girl: Luoluo-chan, you're a bit uncivilized yourself. But it's okay when it comes to someone like Yin. Compared to that, how was your first fight?

Curly-haired guy: What do you mean it doesn’t matter to you when it comes to treating someone like me, you bastard girl!

Lazy Kitten: It was okay, I didn't finish the whole fight. Mainly because I don't have enough combat experience. If I hadn't bought Deadpool's power, I would have been dead.

Foul-mouthed Suit Guy: Hahahaha, my abilities are awesome, aren't they?! X-Factor, you deserve it! With it, even if you're beaten to a pulp, you can still be reborn! This is the strongest defensive ability in the entire dimension! Come praise me, the coolest guy in this group!

Illustrator: Please stop bragging! It's just because we don't have enough points right now to buy An Ransang's power! If we had An Ransang's power, who would need your rebirth power?

Skirt-Lifting Maniac: That’s right, invincibility is the strongest defense.

Foul-mouthed Man: Oh, with all due respect! Even our group leader isn't truly invincible. There's always someone stronger than him! If you were to encounter that kind of opponent, what would you do?

Soul Society's villain: Even so, if you were to encounter such an opponent... your rebirth ability wouldn't be enough to change the tide of battle. Any being stronger than Anran would surely be able to eliminate you at the root. Rebirth, then, becomes a joke.

Hatchet Girl: That’s right, that’s the truth.

Foul-mouthed man in a suit: Bullshit, you're just making up stories! You're ganging up on me, a vulnerable group, right? Where's the damn Human Rights Council? I want to file a complaint!

Book artist: Bah, you are the only one talking about human rights?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Have the residents of Washington who were killed by the skeleton soldiers ever talked to you about human rights?

Hatchet Girl: Deadpool, this is a typical example of American double standards. When you're at a disadvantage, you talk about human rights. But when you're in a strong position, you completely ignore human rights.

This is an actor: Has Kotonoha gained any insights into life in America?

Hatchet Girl: You could say that, you see this kind of thing all the time in the news. And the media is frantically covering up the truth of the incident, turning it from a supernatural murder into a gang fight.

The illustrator said: This tactic isn't just used in America; we use it here, too. And it's a common practice, just to whitewash things.

The chat in the group became heated again, and Jellal turned his gaze to the front of him.

Strange little fairies who had painted their bodies pink were dancing a very strange dance, and the curtains around them were embroidered with all kinds of monsters and demons.

The little wizards held the pumpkin bowls in their hands and used spoons to scoop up large chunks of caramel cake from the bowls and stuffed them into their mouths.

This Halloween was truly unique, and even Jellal had to praise the ingenuity of the wizards. At least when it came to eating, drinking, and having fun, the wizards of the Harry Potter world never disappointed.

"Hey, Ziklaine." Professor Flitwick beside him patted his arm and said, "How's the progress of the Wells Enjoyment you mentioned last time?"

"Welsh Enjoy, what is that?" Lockhart, who was sitting on the other side, was attracted by his attention and turned around to ask.

"The ultimate concept of silent spellcasting, reducing spells to fewer than two characters." Professor Flitwick glanced at him and explained calmly, "This is an area that Professor Ziklein has been researching, and he's already achieved initial success."

This professor with goblin blood actually dislikes fools like Lockhart. In the two months since the start of school, he has figured out his true nature.

But due to their friendship as professors, he still explained it to the other party.

"Oh, my God!" Lockhart made an exaggerated expression and said, "That's really amazing, Professor Ziklein! Just like the six months I spent fighting the Sawtooth Monster on Mount Orlas, these are all really amazing things."

"Mount Orras?" Gerard raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "I remember that only the gentle strawberry-spotted deer lived there. Aren't the sawtooth monsters active in the Pangala Mountains?"

"Ah, yes! It is!" Lockhart quickly changed the subject and said, "I remembered it wrongly. It was in the Pangala Mountains! Sorry, I have to excuse myself first." Feeling that there was a mistake in his words, the incompetent professor was afraid that Gerard would continue to ask questions.

"The Pangala Mountains?" Professor Flitwick watched him leave and scratched his head in confusion. "Where is that?"

"In the Principality of Elain." Gerard smiled and explained softly, "This country doesn't exist in reality. It comes from a fictional comic book called The Old Man and the Mountain."

411 Petrified Cat

"Comic strips?" Professor Flitwick was stunned, his eyes widening. He was a little confused as to what his most outstanding student was doing.

"It seems our Professor Lockhart has not only forgotten the specific locations of his glorious journey, but he's also not very familiar with England's geography." Gerard smiled and said meaningfully, "But why did he describe it in such detail in his book?"

"That's strange indeed," Professor Flitwick said, rubbing his chin. "What he wrote in the book was clearly very immersive, as if he had a complete understanding of every situation. But what he showed in reality was a little disappointing."

To say that Lockhart was unsatisfactory was a euphemism for Flitwick's words. In fact, in his eyes, Lockhart was nothing more than an uneducated idiot.

If nothing else, the way he cast the spell was a disaster!

“It’s still a little weird.”

Gerard tapped the table lightly and said, "If you look closely at his book, you'll see that his methods for exorcising female ghosts and werewolves are two completely different schools of thought. He uses the traditional concepts of the Saye School for exorcising female ghosts, while he uses the cutting-edge Rogue School for exorcising werewolves. As far as I know, the descendants of these two schools are incompatible. How did Professor Lockhart achieve both?"

"You mean to say..." Professor Flitwick was stunned for a moment, finally realizing that something was wrong.

He was also aware that the Anti-Black Alliance of the Magical World was divided into various factions, and he was also well aware that some factions were truly incompatible.

Because of some ideological differences, they not only never interact with each other, but sometimes even fight when they meet.

If you want to learn the exorcism techniques of a particular school, you must first ensure that you have not learned the techniques of other schools. This requires a blood oath to prove it, and there is no possibility of any fraud.

If that's the case, how did Lockhart perform exorcisms using two different styles of techniques?

Professor Flitwick was overwhelmed with thought and immediately became restless. "This is a serious matter. I need to report it to Dumbledore!" he said, standing up from his chair.

"Don't be so impatient, Professor Flitwick." Gerald shook his head slightly, stopping him. "Do you think Professor Dumbledore, with his intelligence, can't see it?"

"In that case, why did he recruit Lockhart?"

"Instead of letting this kind of person go unchecked, it's better to keep him under your own supervision. I think this is Professor Dumbledore's method."

"This is really a bit inappropriate." Flitwick was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed.

He could understand Dumbledore's approach, but that didn't mean he agreed with him. The Ravenclaw Headmaster was a straightforward person and didn't like beating around the bush.

He felt that it was wrong to keep such a scourge in Hogwarts. Although it could ensure that the other party would not continue to stir up trouble in the wizarding world, the students suffered.

As a professor, shouldn't you base your work on the interests of your students?

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Let's get back to talking about Wex's Enjoyment." Gerard decisively changed the subject, saying, "After two years of research, I've been able to shorten my Silent Spell to four characters. However, extending it further has hit a bottleneck. If I want to further compress the spell, it seems I'll need to improve the Silent Spell."

"You've done a great job, Ziklaine," Flitwick said with admiration. "This is a groundbreaking advancement in the concept of spells. If you publish this research paper, you'll definitely receive another Order of Merlin! I promise!"

"I just did what I could, it's not that..."

Before Gerard could finish his words, a young wizard stumbled into the auditorium. "Professor, professors! I need you to come out and take a look. Something's going on outside!"

"Don't worry, child." Dumbledore calmly wiped his mouth and put down his knife and fork. "The professors and I will go now." He stood up and walked down the stairs.

The professors looked at each other and followed in tacit understanding.

The corridor led by the young wizard led them to an open space where many people had already gathered.

Gerald first saw Hermione, Harry and Ron standing on the side, and the tabby cat hanging on the torch support opposite them.

That's the cat of the caretaker, Filch, and her name is Mrs. Norris.

Normally, it would often move around the corridor, very lively and proud. But now, its body was stiff, lying on the platform as if it was dead.

Next to the cat, on the wall not far away, were scribbled, crooked, ancient English characters: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, be vigilant!

"The secret room, is that the secret room?"

"The legendary Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?"

"Oh my God, this is horrible!"

The students were talking among themselves, while Filch looked at Harry Potter and the others with grief and anger. "You, you did it! You killed it, you are the executioner!"

"No, we didn't!"

"This wasn't us!"

Harry and Ron argued loudly, while Hermione pouted and looked aggrieved.

"Okay, everyone, go away." Dumbledore waved his hand, letting the young wizards return to their respective college lounges. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger, you stay."

"I'd say this is some powerful dark magic!" Lockhart stepped forward, took a look at the cat, and immediately stated his theory. "It's incredibly powerful, incredibly powerful. It annihilated its soul in an instant!"

"No! My poor Mrs. Norris!" Filch cooperated and let out a cry of grief, saying, "You murderers, cruel murderers!" He looked angrily at Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Calm down, Filch," Dumbledore soothed, turning his gaze to Gerald. "Professor Ziklaine, what do you think?"

"It's petrification." Jellal glanced casually and said, "Life force hasn't been destroyed. The killer cast the spell so quickly, it was almost silent. This speed and skill would be difficult even for a senior Auror to achieve."

412 The Heir of Slytherin

"Obviously." Dumbledore glanced at Harry and the others who were bowing their heads not far away, and said slowly, "Although the young wizards here are very good, they are definitely not at the level of senior Aurors."

"Of course." Snape spoke sinisterly, his tone slightly sarcastic. "Not everyone is Ziklaine, able to become Deputy Director of the Auror Office at the age of fourteen. Not even the prophesied savior."

This Potions Professor, who resembled a giant bat, was extremely skilled at pulling people down, and instantly made Harry Potter feel quite inferior and annoyed.

Although he was a "boy who survived" in the wizarding world and left behind the legend of defeating Voldemort at a young age, his upbringing could not be compared with that of a true genius like Ziklaine.

This is the source of his inferiority complex and a scar that cannot be healed.

"Severus, you should know that Ziklaine is a special case in the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall habitually began to defend her student. Even she felt that the other party's ridicule was excessive.

"Oh, of course." Snape nodded in agreement and said, "But isn't our great savior also a special case?"

Uh.

Professor McGonagall was stunned and pursed her lips.

"Alright, everyone," Dumbledore interrupted decisively, interrupting the two Heads of House. "We have more important things to discuss. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger, please share your experiences first."

Harry Potter, Ron and Hermione hesitated and told indecisive stories about what they had done during this period, who they had met and how they met the petrified Mrs. Norris.

Then, under the persuasion and comfort of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, he returned to the common room of his college.

"Huh, how foolish!" Snape sneered at their departing backs, "You can't even lie. Your lies are full of loopholes."