Chapter 210 : Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?

This time, the audience was left wide-eyed in amazement!

Deadpool's classmates successfully demonstrated the transition from an inorganic dust particle to a single cell, then to tissue, and finally to a complete human being!

This process has made an indelible contribution to the medical advancement across various worlds!

Naturally, this precious display has been revered and preserved by countless worlds for eternity!

Overall, Mr. Wade Wilson's aspiration to attain fame has been realized!

Although, his methods may be a tad unconventional...

[Wrapped snugly in a blanket, Deadpool weeps like a maiden lost in the woods.]

Dumbledore asks, concern etched in his voice, "Should we burn it again?"

Deadpool doesn't avert his gaze, surprised by the unexpected kindness beneath the old pervert's demeanor!

"Don't you mean you're a psycho, as in burning people?"

"Wow! It's truly devoid of any quality at all!"

"Originally, this was nothing, but the opponent behind thinks he's too slow, or perhaps too repulsive? So, he used Phoenix tears."

"Well, his vitality is certainly lacking; he's quite long-winded!"

(And then, he immersed himself in art, albeit of the non-coding variety!)

Meanwhile, in the X-Men universe...

At Margaret Sisters Bar, Weasel breathed a sigh of relief.

He almost feared Deadpool would sprout a super avocado!

Thankfully, Deadpool still inhabits the body of this young man, or else he believes countless would have gone hungry today!

[After a prolonged silence, Deadpool turns his head with a vigilant gaze.]

"So, Mr. Dumbledore, where am I bunking tonight?"

"Let me clarify upfront, I'll never share a room with you!" Dumbledore squints at Deadpool.

"You'll stay put tonight, and you're not to wander anywhere!"

With that said, Dumbledore disappears into thin air!

As he watches the other depart, the corners of Deadpool's mouth slowly curl upward. He then strides toward a portrait on the wall:

"Old ghost! You can say your last words!"

[...]

[In the early morning light, as the sky began to brighten, Dumbledore made his grand entrance!"

[He tossed a suit at Deadpool, who caught it with a perplexed expression. As he began to dress, he realized the suit was several sizes too big!]

[Just then, Dumbledore tossed another vial of potion to Deadpool with a mischievous grin.]

"Drink up!"

[Deadpool wrinkled his nose in disgust as he caught a whiff of the potion.]

"What in the world is this?"

"The scent is akin to what my buddy and I imagined would result from an old man neglecting his foot hygiene for a year, then donning the malodorous socks discarded by the neighbor next door!"

"It's more lethal than a week-old canned fish!"

Off-screen, Strange felt a wave of nausea at the vivid description of the potion's taste. Deadpool's friend, it seemed, was none other than himself!

[On the other side, Dumbledore wore a displeased expression. Before him stood yet another dissenter who shared no fondness for week-old canned fish!

"And this comparison is nothing short of sacrilegious!"

"Drink it yourself, or I'll make you!" Dumbledore's tone was stern.

In an effort to avoid further confrontation, Deadpool pinched his nose and obediently downed the potion.

The moment it touched his lips, something miraculous occurred.

Deadpool's body began to contort, as if a tiny creature were scurrying beneath his skin.

After several seconds, Deadpool emerged transformed into an entirely different person, his attire now fitting perfectly.

"Transfiguration potion?" Strange remarked, his tone one of fascination.

He had initially underestimated the magical prowess of this world, but it appeared that potions were deserving of more recognition.

At least 99.9999% of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers wouldn't dare concoct such a brew!

In that moment, Deadpool seemed to recollect something, lowering his head and extending his hand tentatively.

A sigh of relief escaped him as he examined his hand.

"Though not as potent as before, it'll do," he concluded.

[Dumbledore's mind felt like it was leaping, "Shouldn't you be concerned about your current state? Why is your focus on this?"]

[This is definitely neurotic!]

"What about that portrait?"

[Dumbledore suddenly noticed that the portrait of Headmaster Slytherin was missing and immediately inquired.]

[At that moment, Deadpool had shifted his attention, contorting his face in front of the mirror. Upon hearing the question, he gestured towards the alliance's washroom!]

[Dumbledore felt a sinister idea stirring within him and boldly entered!]

[But the next instant, he hastily retreated, his expression contorted in disgust as he looked at Deadpool with incredulous eyes.]

"What kind of heartless contraption are you? You can pull out bread from a fresh body without even eating it!"]

"If it weren't for the poorly brewed compound potion, he'd be casting fiery spells on the other party!"

[Dumbledore took a deep breath, placing a few books and a piece of paper in front of Deadpool.]

"This is your current situation. You should read these books. You don't need to memorize them, but you should understand them at least."

"You'll stay here for seven days. If you don't perform well, I'll sell you to the Taiguo Magic Association!"

[Deadpool paid no heed to the threat but stood up excitedly.]

"A makeover! Remember your cover identity!"

"This old man is on a Mission Impossible to infiltrate the magical world!"

[This was indeed the right person, akin to an undercover agent or perhaps his Deadpool master!]

"Don't worry, just follow my lead!" Deadpool vowed!

"What are you trying to uncover for me here!?" Dumbledore sighed, realizing he mustn't keep Deadpool here for seven days, or he'd lose control.

[...]

[Seven days later, the door to the first-grade classroom swung open!]

[In walked a middle-aged man, swaying his hips in an exaggerated manner as if on a spacewalk. Striking a pose, he grinned at the children below.]

"My darlings, from this day forth, I am your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor..."

"Of course, I'm acting as a substitute professor, so it's ten Galleons per person!"

"Let's begin. Those without money can write IOUs, but there will be interest!"

[Just as a group of young wizards seemed bewildered, a red spell shot through the door and struck the man!]

[With a thud, he collapsed to the ground!]

[He shouted angrily towards the door:]

"You're so deceitful! Don't you know I'm teaching them how to avoid scams!"

"If you have the guts, come in, and we'll duel!"

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