Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

England, Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office

"Headmistress McGonagall, this is the key to the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office!"

"Headmistress McGonagall, this is the contract between the four founders of Hogwarts. You must sign your name to be formally recognized!"

"Headmistress McGonagall, this is the Book of Admittance. Please guard it well."

"Headmistress McGonagall..."

From the portraits, from the mouths of former headmasters and headmistresses, the requests and instructions flowed without pause. Minerva McGonagall couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality wash over her.

She had always known that someday she might become the true Headmistress of Hogwarts. She had served as Deputy Headmistress for so many years, after all. But she hadn't expected it to happen so suddenly—so jarringly fast.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, she had moved into the Headmaster's Office and signed a contract with the ancient castle itself. She, Minerva McGonagall, was now the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Headmistress McGonagall," called the portrait of Armando Dippet, his voice carrying the gravity of his former position, "there is a legacy library within Hogwarts to which each Head is granted access once per year."

McGonagall turned toward the portrait, her attention captured.

"You must understand," Dippet continued, "that each time you enter, you are required to contribute new, previously undocumented knowledge as your addition to the magical heritage."

He adjusted his spectacles, peering down at her.

"As Headmistress of Hogwarts, you have the obligation to continuously incorporate the latest magical discoveries into the legacy library. This was mandated by the four founders themselves."

His voice grew solemn. "Everything for the advancement of wizarding civilization!"

Though slightly surprised by the intensity of his tone, McGonagall nodded her understanding. She had heard rumors of the library during her tenure as Transfiguration Professor, but Albus had never spoken of it directly.

"Headmaster Dippet," she asked softly, "are there other matters known only to the Head of Hogwarts?"

Dippet fell silent for a moment, seeming to carefully consider his words before replying. "There is one more thing—to be precise, it is a gift left to Hogwarts by your predecessor, Albus Dumbledore."

"Is there?" McGonagall's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Why did Albus never mention this to me?"

"Because you had not yet assumed the position of Headmistress," Dippet stated plainly. "This was Dumbledore's gift to Hogwarts as its Head."

"According to the regulations, only the Headmaster or Headmistress of Hogwarts may know of it or control it."

A hint of a smile appeared on Dippet's painted face. "Perhaps this was also a surprise that Albus wished to present to you."

At this, Minerva allowed herself a small smile, looking at Dippet's portrait with undisguised curiosity. She waited expectantly for his next revelation.

"What Dumbledore has left to Hogwarts is control of the Hogwarts Dream World."

"Each Hogwarts Head can access and direct the dream world of Hogwarts. It falls to the Headmistress to determine how to utilize this realm—whether for nurturing young wizards, enhancing the school's defenses, or other applications."

"Minerva, consider this a test bequeathed to you by Dumbledore. You must use this power wisely."

McGonagall nodded gravely, the weight of this new responsibility settling on her shoulders alongside the many others.

"Very well, the formal transfer of knowledge is complete," Dippet said, his tone becoming somewhat more casual. "Now, Minerva, please tell me of Dumbledore's current activities. I hear he is involved in rather significant developments."

"Indeed, Headmaster Dippet. Albus now serves as the Chief of the Wizarding Order Council..."

Hogwarts, Great Hall

"Look, everyone! Professor Dumbledore is now leading wizards worldwide!"

"Hogwarts is truly unbeatable!"

The evening meal had barely begun when excited young wizards throughout the Hall abandoned their dinners in favor of waving copies of the Daily Prophet, their voices raised in celebration.

Anyone who looked closely could see the eye-catching headlines emblazoned across the newspaper's front page:

"CELEBRATING THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE WIZARDING ORDER COUNCIL: WIZARDS WORLDWIDE UNITE"

"BRITAIN'S MAGICAL COMMUNITY RECLAIMS GLORY AS DUMBLEDORE APPOINTED PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD COUNCIL OF WIZARDS"

"MINISTRIES OF MAGIC WORLDWIDE CONGRATULATE FORMATION OF WIZARDING ORDER COUNCIL"

Any one of these headlines would have been enough to capture the attention of the wizarding world. But what truly drew everyone's eye was the photograph dominating the front page: Dumbledore standing on an elevated platform, a purple and gold tome held in his outstretched hand as he appeared to be taking an oath of office.

Below him, British Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, the former President of the Magical Congress of the United States and current U.S. Minister of Magic Jack Winters, along with the German and French Ministers for Magic all stood at solemn attention, their wands raised in salute. The image conveyed their allegiance to the newly formed Wizarding Order Council.

"Harry," Ron asked, helping himself to a generous portion of roast potatoes, "now that Professor McGonagall's become Headmistress, who d'you reckon will be our new Head of Gryffindor House?"

Harry, however, seemed focused on his meal, pushing food around his plate without responding.

Apparently accustomed to Harry's increasingly withdrawn demeanor, Ron continued undeterred. "With Snape gone too, Slytherin will need a new Head of House as well."

"Seems like Hogwarts is changing quite a bit after Dumbledore left," he observed, taking a large bite of sausage. "I hope the new Potions Professor has a better temperament, not as harsh as Snape."

Hermione, seated beside them, cast a worried glance at Harry. After eating a few bites in silence, she could no longer contain her concern.

"Harry," she asked quietly, "how is your mother getting on? She's the Potions Professor at Kamar Taj now, isn't she? You're not considering leaving Hogwarts too, are you?"

At Hermione's question, Harry's fork paused halfway to his mouth. The question had evidently struck a chord—it was clear he had been wrestling with this very dilemma.

Following one's mother was an instinctive choice for any child, especially a mother who had once died trying to protect him. A mother he hadn't seen for more than ten years. How could he not consider joining her?

Seeing Harry's hesitation, Hermione couldn't help but express her frustration. "It's all rather inconsiderate of Professor Dumbledore. When Professor Snape leaves, it would have been the perfect opportunity to bring Professor Lily back here."

"She was a Gryffindor herself—it would have been wonderful to have her return to Hogwarts."

Harry lowered his head and resumed eating without responding, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.

He had thought long and hard about this question. While he was wary of going to Kamar Taj and encountering Professor Lockhart, his mother was there serving as the Potions Professor. Though she hadn't explicitly invited him to join her, Kamar Taj had extended its own invitation.

More significantly, before departing Hogwarts, Dumbledore had spoken with him privately. The content of their conversation had caught Harry completely off guard: Dumbledore had suggested that Harry accept Kamar Taj's offer, claiming it would better serve his future development. Of course, the Headmaster had assured him, Hogwarts would welcome Harry's continued attendance if he preferred.

In the end, perhaps sensing Harry's aversion to Professor Lockhart, Dumbledore had mentioned that Kamar Taj would soon undergo changes—Professor Lockhart would be away for an extended period. This final revelation had tipped the scales in Harry's internal debate.

Secretly, he had made his decision. But this choice would not be easy for his friends or the professors who had placed their trust in him to accept. And so he had become more withdrawn, more distant than ever before.

Seeing Harry's continued silence, Hermione lowered her gaze and resumed eating. Sensing the tension, she changed the subject.

"Harry, do you know why Professor Snape left Hogwarts? Where will he go now?"

"I doubt he's going to Kamar Taj—that wouldn't make sense with Professor Lily teaching Potions there."

Receiving no response, she turned to Ron. "Has your family told you anything about this Wizarding Order Council? Everyone's saying it's an organization uniting Ministries of Magic from around the world—like the United Nations of the Muggle world."

"No idea," Ron replied with a shrug. "They don't tell me about these things either. I could write and ask, though."

Throughout the Great Hall, excited chatter about Dumbledore's new position mingled with more subdued private conversations like Hermione and Ron's, while students like Harry sat in contemplative silence.

It was a lunch that many would long remember, though for vastly different reasons.

The Himalayas

From a distance, all one could see were snow-capped peaks stretching endlessly along the horizon. From the foot of the mountains, towering summits pierced the clouds, their peaks draped in pristine white snow like delicate lace veils, creating the impression of a mystical otherworld.

Halfway up the mountainside, the view transformed into an endless expanse of white, a silver-coated landscape extending as far as the eye could see. The snow here was untouched, pure.

Yet on one particular summit, there was neither snow nor cold. Here, impossibly, it was perpetual spring—the climate mild, the landscape dotted with lush green grass, tall trees, birds, and various magical creatures. But the most striking feature was the enormous building dominating the center of this anomalous paradise.

Above the building's entrance hung a plaque inscribed with purple and gold lettering: Council of the Wizarding Order.

In the courtyard stood a massive marble statue depicting Dumbledore holding the sacred tome, his likeness caught eternally in the moment of taking his oath of office.

Inside the building, wizards hurried about their business. Green flames leapt periodically in the many fireplaces as figures appeared and disappeared through the Floo Network. Wizards emerged clutching documents, hurrying toward various offices. The atmosphere throughout the entire complex was one of solemn urgency.

Documents circulating throughout the building bore alarming headlines:

"King of Goblins, Extra-Dimensional Invader, Resurfaces to Control Goblin Uprising Against African Ministry of Magic"

"Dark Lord Voldemort Betrays Wizarding World, Allies with Goblin King to Sow New Chaos"

"Advancing Research on Meditation to Consolidate World Order"

"Construction of Global Defense Array to Prevent Cross-Dimensional Invasions"

Any one of these documents would have caused serious concern in the wizarding community. Together, they painted a picture of imminent catastrophe—and justified the Wizarding Order Council's central mission: to maintain world peace and prevent invasions from hell and other dimensions.

The world consciousness, perceiving this mission, appeared to approve. Dumbledore personally felt waves of cosmic blessing flowing to him once more. Grindelwald, working alongside him, similarly received significant favor.

Under the guidance—or perhaps encouragement—of the world consciousness, the four most powerful wizards of the age—Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Lockhart, and the Dark Lord Tom Riddle—worked in unprecedented unity. With their combined influence, nearly all Ministries of Magic worldwide had surrendered to the Council, either willingly or under duress.

Those who resisted inevitably suffered attacks by "extra-dimensional invaders," the "Goblin King," or "Voldemort"—as had several African Ministries of Magic, which had sustained heavy casualties. Had the Council not dispatched aid promptly, they might have fallen completely.

Now, in the Council's grand conference hall, Dumbledore was discussing the arrangement of the world defense magical array with assembled Ministers of Magic.

"Speaker Dumbledore," the Egyptian Minister of Magic rose to his feet, "you have requested construction of wizard temples in New York, London, and Hong Kong. I have no objection to this proposal."

"However, I must ask—are you certain that a mere three temples will be sufficient to construct a defensive array for the entire world? Furthermore, the resources you are requesting are... considerable."

"Minister Abil," Dumbledore replied, his voice resonating with authority, "regarding the magical array, I can assure you that three temples are indeed sufficient. The critical element is the energy core, not the quantity of sites."

"As for resources," he continued, fixing the Egyptian Minister with his penetrating blue gaze, "I believe that in the defense of our world, no expense is too great, no sacrifice too dear."

As Dumbledore spoke, the world consciousness stirred with approval, sensing that his decisions would serve its interests. The power of destiny gathered around him once more, subtly altering the flow of fate itself. The Council of the Wizarding Order—born to protect the world—was worthy of the world's favor.

The Egyptian Minister, finding himself without rebuttal, took his seat. No sooner had he settled than the Russian Minister of Magic rose to speak.

"Speaker Dumbledore, regarding your previous proposal to establish compulsory meditation courses at magical schools worldwide, I have no objection in principle."

"However, we face practical challenges. Many smaller nations lack the necessary resources—meditation potions, instructional texts, qualified teachers. If we are to implement the Council's directive, can the Council provide support for these requirements?"

The question struck a chord with many Ministers present, who began murmuring among themselves. After allowing the discussion to continue briefly, Dumbledore rose to his feet. The chamber fell silent.

"To protect our world," he declared, his tone brooking no argument, "we must strengthen the power of wizards. Promoting meditation is one of our core measures."

"The Council will provide subsidies for resources," he continued. "Furthermore, to address the inadequate facilities of smaller magical academies and the shortage of qualified instructors, Hogwarts, Kamar Taj, Ilvermorny, and other leading magical institutions will establish regional branches, sharing faculty, resources, and expertise to cultivate the next generation of witches and wizards."

"Everything," he concluded, his voice rising with conviction, "to strengthen the wizarding world!"

"All," he declared, raising his arms, "to protect our world!"

The assembly rose to their feet in unanimous accord, magic crackling in the air with the force of their combined conviction. None noticed the subtle smile that played briefly across Dumbledore's lips, nor the calculated gleam in his eyes as he surveyed the representatives of the entire wizarding world, now united under his leadership.

The world consciousness, for its part, thrummed with satisfaction, oblivious to the true nature of the bargain it had struck.

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