Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Later on, he will not only be responsible for teaching students, but also for the organization and construction of the wizarding world, and even for wizard training.

Until now, I have to be responsible for communicating with SHIELD myself.

It is not impossible for Nick Fury to get what he wants. Based on her understanding of Lockhart, if he wants to get it, he will have to pay a price.

Therefore, if SHIELD wants to achieve Fury's goal, it will have to pay a price in the future, and it will probably be quite a high price.

I'm very sorry, dear readers, everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

I'm very sorry, dear readers. The series of things that happened recently have made my scalp numb. The updates have been a bit chaotic. I will update three times today, and I will update steadily tomorrow. As usual, I will update twice at 6 am and twice at 12 noon. I will write more words and strive to reach the standard of words.

Chapter 237 Dragon Bones, Black Sky, Dormammu (First Update)

At night, in Hell's Kitchen, deep inside a shabby factory.

squeak! squeak!

In the pitch-black factory, the squeaking sound of mice could be heard occasionally, and the next moment, the sound disappeared, as if they were dead.

And so the factory remained quiet and very quiet.

Faintly, I could see a dark factory, as if there were black shadows moving around. But the next moment, it was as if nothing was found and it was still dark.

At this moment, suddenly...

tread!tread!tread!

A light sound of footsteps came from outside the factory.

Then, a dark shadow swayed in the dark factory, as if it was alert, or perhaps welcoming.

Soon, an old Asian woman looked towards the dark factory, as if she could see the shadows inside.

The next moment, she gently raised her old, bone-like arm and waved it lightly. In an instant, a gust of air swept across the entire factory.

At the same time, the entire factory seemed to be activated, and the torches hidden around it burned one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A large amount of flames illuminated the entire factory, dispelling the darkness.

I saw a large number of ninjas dressed in black kneeling on one knee on the ground, and opposite them was the old woman.

Also the five fingers of the hand and association - Madam Gao!

"Get up." Mrs. Gao's hoarse voice sounded, and all the black-clothed ninjas stood up one after another and stood on both sides, leaving a wide passage in the middle.

Madam Gao looked at the passage in front of her, raised her head, looked at the railing in the sky opposite, and said in a hoarse voice: "Botu, Murakami, Alexandra, Sowanda, come out."

As Mrs. Gao finished her voice, four figures appeared on the railing above, and then they jumped up.

Just jump over the railing and fall to the flat ground below.

"Mrs. Gao, you are late." Murakami, dressed in black with a long sword on his waist, said in a cold tone.

In response, Madam Gao looked at Botu indifferently and said calmly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's talk business. What's the problem with the sacrifice to the 'beast'?"

Feeling Mrs. Gao's attitude of ignoring him, Murakami felt a surge of anger inside, but then, thinking of the other party's power, he suppressed his anger, but remained silent.

The gambler at the side seemed to sense the tense atmosphere and came out to ease it. He said, "Mrs. Gao, our factory has been severely damaged recently. All the goods and the deaf-mute people inside have been lost."

"The most important thing is that someone has already targeted our Hand. So far, three of our factories have been attacked."

"Among them, there is one under your command."

Hearing this, Mrs. Gao's eyes turned cold and she asked in a cold voice: "I just came back, tell me, who did it?"

"Are you from the Holy Society?"

The gambler seemed to be able to sense the coldness emanating from Madam Gao's body. He shook his head slightly and said softly, "No, the other party's methods are very covert. We only know about it after the matter is over."

"How is the sacrifice?" Mrs. Gao was silent for a moment and then asked.

At this time, Murakami, who was standing by, said in a cold voice: "The deaf-mute who was originally scheduled to be the sacrifice has been rescued."

"Now, we can only select a new batch, otherwise the black sky will be out of control, and then..."

Mrs. Gao knew the consequences without Murakami's reminder.

Hei Kong is the ace of the Shuhe Society and is so powerful that even if the five of them join forces, they are no match for him.

If it weren't for the power of the 'beast', it wouldn't be so easy for them to control the black sky.

With her mind turning, Madam Gao said to the four people in a hoarse voice: "The latest batch of illegal immigrants are about to arrive, and they can be used as sacrifices."

"I want the rest to make up for my losses."

After hearing this, Murakami said unhappily, "I also have a factory that was destroyed. I want at least half of it."

"Now is not the time to quarrel." Alexandra saw that the two seemed to be about to quarrel, so she immediately walked out and said, "Let's deal with the enemy first, otherwise, no matter whether it is the sacrifice or the factory, something bad will happen."

Alexandra's words made the air around them stagnate.

Sowanda on the side said quietly: "My factory is also destroyed, Alexandra, don't talk nonsense."

"Sowanda, I naturally have my own methods." Alexandra glanced at the people around her and waved her hand, signaling them to retreat.

When only five of them were left in the entire factory, Alexandra said in a deep voice, "Recently, I met a friend who, like us, needed a living sacrifice."

"However, we are sacrificing the 'beast', and the other party is sacrificing a being called 'Dormammu'."

"Alexandra, are you crazy?" Madam Gao shouted, "You know, we are already struggling to deal with the 'beast', and you are still dealing with the followers of the evil god. Aren't you afraid that the other party will swallow you up?"

In response to Mrs. Gao's extremely dissatisfied tone, Alexandra waved her hand slightly and said, "Don't worry, the other party is just like us. They are not believers of the evil god. They are all using the power of the evil god."

After hearing this, although Mrs. Gao did not continue speaking, the suspicion in her eyes remained unabated, and the same was true for Botu and the other two people beside her.

The five of them were all studying in Kunlun, but they chose to betray in order to seek immortality.

But the knowledge they learned in the process told them the dangers of evil gods.

They are quite familiar with the power of the 'beast' and have corresponding countermeasures. As long as there is enough blood and flesh sacrifice, they can obtain the opponent's power at a very low cost.

Not only can it strengthen itself, it even has the ability to resurrect.

However, facing the existence of an unknown evil god, even his believers, or those who use the power of the evil god like him, are potentially in danger.

Everyone is relying on the power of the evil god. Everyone knows that the believers of the evil god are basically crazy people who rely on the power of the evil god at every turn.

When dealing with them, you may be sacrificed by them accidentally and you won't even have a place to cry.

Even if there are beings who rely on the power of evil gods like them, we cannot take them lightly.

All crows are black. Just look at themselves and they will know. If they have the chance to obtain the other party's way of borrowing the power of the evil god, they will not give up.

After all, one can never have too much power.

Suddenly, the gambler at the side seemed to have thought of something and asked Alexandra directly, "You didn't tell him about the dragon bone, did you?"

"What are you thinking?" Alexander said with some dissatisfaction, "I have only known him for a short time, how could he possibly leak the dragon bone?"

Then, he continued: "However, I talked to him before, and he has the ability to explore traces."

"It can help us find the enemy."

Chapter 238 Spider-Man Keeps His Word (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Magic luggage space, corridor outside the alchemy room.

"Gugu, are you sure it's here?"

Peter held the ball and asked the door of the room not far away.

Goo!Goo!

Gugu took another look, confirmed it, and called out.

Nothing wrong, it's the alchemy room that the breeder mentioned before, and it has been in there before.

Although after he went in, the keeper never let him in again.

Humph, isn’t it just holding a few balls and playing with them?

As a result, the keeper wouldn't let him touch it again, saying it was like a bomb and that children couldn't play with it.

"Okay, don't lie to me. If you lie to me again, I won't bring you cake next time." Peter picked up Gugu, held it in front of him, and said earnestly.

Goo!Goo!

"Hey, Gugu, stop making excuses. It was because you didn't exercise last time that Professor Lockhart noticed it."

Goo!Goo!

Gugu looked at Peter in front of him, flapped his wings, called out, and tried to make a decisive look on his little face, as if to assure him that he would definitely not lie to him this time.

Well, it’s not like you asked me to run, there’s nothing to be fooled about.

After all, the cake smells delicious.

"Okay, Gugu, I believe you."

As he said this, Peter put Gugu on his shoulder, walked to the front door, knocked three times gently, and shouted at the same time: "Hello, is Mr. Bruno here?"

"Professor Lockhart sent me to see you."

click!

As Peter finished speaking, the door opened with a click.

Peter saw a strange creature of short stature, somewhat similar to the house-elf Gold Coin.

The only difference is that the gold coin's ears are a bit wide like a palm-leaf fan, while the ears of the goblin Bruno in front of him are pointed.

"Little boy, why did the master call you here?" The goblin Bruno looked at Peter in front of him and felt that he was a Muggle, so he said in a normal attitude.

But Peter obviously didn't care. He just looked at all the strange things around him.

I have to say that the space of this room is really large. There are many shelves next to it, which are filled with not only some books, but also some dark golden stones, gray wood and other things that he cannot identify.

All he could see and recognize were some black magic cards, some shoes, sticks and the like.

Suddenly, Peter's eyes flashed with surprise.

If he saw it correctly, there seemed to be a grenade, a pistol, and even a machine gun.

"Kid, why did the master call you over here?" Seeing the Muggle in front of him looking around with his eyes rolling around, Bruno asked again in annoyance.

He has completed the production of level 4 magic cards and is now working towards level 3 magic cards.

I just encountered some problems and haven't solved them yet, when I met this Muggle in front of me.

Bruno the goblin asked again, and Peter quickly came back to his senses. Peter scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Bruno, Professor Lockhart said that I can customize a magic item for you."

"Oh." After hearing this, Bruno simply said "oh" and stared at Peter in front of him.

Seeing that Peter was a little embarrassed, he asked, "What's your name? What kind of magic item do you want?"

Hearing this, Peter's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "My name is Peter Parker."

"As for magic items, I want to ask, is there any that can make people fly? Or can it actively retract spider silk, or can it allow me to defend myself with a shield like Mr. Lockhart..."

“…”

Bruno looked very upset as he listened to Peter's endless chatter and the increasingly unreliable functions he proposed.

Seeing that Peter didn't seem to stop talking, he even fell into his own world.

Bruno quickly interrupted and said, "Peter, shut up, making magic items is not as easy as you think."

“Just mention 2-3 functions.”

Then, he added: "It can't be too outrageous."

Hearing what Bruno said, Peter felt a little regretful. He thought about it carefully, and after a moment hesitantly said, "Mr. Bruno, I want a space where I can store a lot of spider silk I synthesized, and shoot it out at any time."

"like this!"

As he spoke, Peter stretched out his right hand and shook it lightly. In an instant, a white thread shot towards the top of the bookshelf next to him.

The next moment, a white thread carrying a grenade flew into Peter's hand.

Goo!Goo!

When Gugu on my shoulder saw the familiar ball, he cried out subconsciously and was ready to touch and play with it out of curiosity.