Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Click!Click!Click!

The entire narrow alley and the walls on both sides seemed to be affected. The bricks on the walls began to twist constantly, sometimes protruding, sometimes concave, and sometimes staggered.

After Lockhart landed on the ground, with every step he took, the walls on both sides of the alley retreated into the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving more space in the narrow alley.

tread!tread!

Click!Click!Click!

In the ears of the seven people, they could hear every step taken by the black-robed man in front of them, wearing a black mask and with a strange smile.

For some reason, there was a sound of the walls moving around.

A very clear sound of footsteps rose beside my ears, and my heart subconsciously beat at a fixed frequency.

With every step the other person takes, my heart beats.

Trample! Bang! Trample! Bang!

With the slow but extremely oppressive footsteps one after another, everyone's hearts began to pound, and the beat became more and more intense, as if they were about to jump out.

I only felt an extremely intimidating aura descending, as if there was a flood or a beast in front of me. I felt a huge pressure in my heart, and even my eyes were dazed, giving me a feeling of being invincible.

Step! Click!

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a few seconds had passed.

finally...

The man in black robe stood not far from them, without moving, and the moving walls of the alley around them slowly stopped, revealing a huge, spacious flat space.

call!

As the other party paused, their hearts, which had been beating more and more violently, began to slowly return to normal, making the seven dark wizards breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards...

"Sir." One of the black-robed men said bitterly, "I don't know, is there anything we can do for you?"

They're not stupid, it's obvious this is a trap.

Specifically targeting those who think they are hunters but are actually prey.

This is simply... a sting operation!

The man in black robe finished speaking, but Lockhart did not respond.

Everyone saw the strange smiling face on the black mask staring at them silently.

Especially when they sensed that the other party's body was emitting a terrifying aura of killing, blood, and death, there was no change, and it was even getting stronger.

The feeling inside sank deeper and deeper, and fear gradually rose.

hiss!hiss!

At the same time, the basilisk behind him kept spitting out its tongue and making a hissing sound.

The voice was hoarse, eerie, and full of weirdness and evil, and seemed to be teasing the negative emotions in their hearts.

In addition, this gray and white world that was like hell brought great psychological pressure to the seven dark wizards.

At the same time, the hidden dangers brought about by long-term research on black magic gradually emerged, and because of fear, a trace of madness rose in his heart.

Time passes minute by minute.

call!call!

The seven dark wizards felt as if every day was like a year. The opponent's momentum was becoming more and more oppressive. Every breath became heavier. The breath of killing and death constantly stimulated their nerves.

This made them more and more nervous, and they held the wands in their hands tighter and tighter.

finally...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Accompanied by a green light emerging.

A dark wizard seemed unable to bear such stimulation, or perhaps the side effects of long-term research on dark magic began to erupt.

He was in a frenzy and cast a killing curse at the opposite side.

Then...

"Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, Lockhart, who had been prepared, waved his wand and a large amount of magic power gushed out.

A green light flashed, and a more powerful killing curse quickly emerged and shot towards the killing curse on the opposite side.

The two Killing Curses collided with each other. In the blink of an eye, the Killing Curse cast by Lockhart crushed the opponent's spell and quickly rushed towards the dark wizard who cast the curse.

The others had no time to react.

I only felt a strong breath of death emerging, and the next moment, the companion I just met was hit by the killing curse...death!

Feeling the power of the killing curse cast by the black-robed man with a strange smile, the remaining six dark wizards fell silent. They sadly discovered that they were no match for him.

If they unite, there is still a glimmer of hope.

But the problem is that they don't trust each other at all, not to mention that this is another dimension, and spatial means are completely ineffective, making it impossible to escape.

When I thought of this, my despair grew and my inner madness began to emerge.

As dark wizards, they are certainly not cowards who would sit back and wait for death.

Even if they die, they will bite off a bone from each other.

When they mustered up their courage and prepared to fight to the death, suddenly...

"Want to live? Want to die?"

A cold voice sounded, and the courage that the six people had just mustered up instantly vanished.

Who would want to die when they can live?

At the same time, he found that the emotions of his companions, including his own, were completely out of control because of a few simple words from the other party, and a bitter smile in his heart was mixed with a hint of horror.

The other party is obviously an expert at playing with minds, worthy of being a top dark wizard.

He took a look at the body of his dead companion lying on the ground beside him, then looked at the murderous aura emanating from the other party and the huge snake monster behind him.

So the dark wizard immediately chose to follow his heart and said, "Master...Master, what do you need us to do?"

After hearing this, Lockhart did not respond immediately.

Instead, he waved his wand, which moved lightly in the air.

In the eyes of the dark wizards, six pale golden magic marks appeared in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye and slowly floated towards them.

At the same time, the brief and cold voice of the man in black robe in front of him came to his ears again.

"Accept and live!"

"Refuse, die!"

After the words fell, in an instant, a huge aura came again. This time, they seemed to smell the smell of death from it.

At the same time, the basilisk behind them began to slowly poke its head out, staring at them closely.

Although they were curious why the basilisk's eyes they had just seen did not die.

But the breath of death that was blowing in their faces left them no time to think.

He could only stare at the pale golden magic mark in front of him, flying towards his forehead.

And they didn't dare to resist at all, and even tried to relax their minds, for fear that the magic mark would disappear.

They are Dark wizards, not Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

For the chance to live, choose to surrender and don't be ashamed.

Feeling that the magical mark had successfully entered the six people's bodies and was deeply rooted in their souls, Lockhart nodded with satisfaction.

Dark wizards are the typical ones who fear power rather than virtue.

The fear of death is the best way to conquer them.

Then, a thought came to my mind.

“Ah…Ah…Ah…”

"Master...no...don't..."

"..."

In an instant, the six dark wizards half-knelt on the ground, covering their heads with their hands, wailing in pain and begging for mercy.

The magic mark rooted deep in their souls seemed to have received some information. It continuously shone with a pale golden light, emitting scorching energy that seemed to want to melt their souls.

But soon, the burning energy disappeared and the soul returned to normal.

But their bodies collapsed on the ground, still twitching, still showing the pain caused by the burning souls just now.

Lockhart saw six dark wizards slumped on the ground and nodded slightly. For dark wizards, it is very important to know the price of betrayal.

The next moment, Lockhart waved gently.

Soon, six pale golden spots appeared in the air.

Then, with a thought, light golden spots of light fell on the foreheads of the six dark wizards.

It sank into his body almost instantly.

At this moment, the dark wizards collapsed on the ground, twitching continuously.

The next moment, affected by the magic mark just now, the feeling that the remnant of the soul was about to melt disappeared instantly.

Instead, there was a cool, vibrant breath, and the soul began to slowly recover, while a vitality surged in the body.

It was like taking a cold shower in the scorching hot weather.

The soul and body are inherently greedy, craving, and hoping for more.

But soon, it suddenly disappeared, and I could only greedily recall the changes that had just taken place in my body.

Suddenly he discovered that his soul, which had been corroded by the black magic, had recovered a little, and his body's vitality had also been strengthened to a certain extent.

Although it’s not much, the meaning behind it is enough to make them imagine.

Almost as soon as they regained their strength, they stood up.

Lockhart, facing opposite him, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, held his wand in both hands and raised it above his head.

According to the wizarding world's custom of submission, he swore allegiance to his master.

Lockhart looked at the performance of the six dark wizards and nodded with satisfaction.

Use both kindness and power. Once power is applied, kindness must also be shown.

Loyalty needs to be shaped.

The light golden spots just now were actually the fragments of dragon bones that had undergone certain processing.

The effect is very good. It strengthens both the soul and the body. If taken in larger quantities, it can also prolong life.

Things like backlash from black magic or damage to the soul can be repaired.

You know, the people in the Hand were able to be resurrected with the help of dragon bones, so the mere soul repair is not worth mentioning.

For dark wizards, such a function is simply a dream come true.

After such stimulation, Lockhart didn't believe that these dark wizards were not doing their job conscientiously.

Immediately, a thought flashed through his mind, and Lockhart walked forward and took away the wands in their hands one by one.

According to custom, this signifies acceptance of their allegiance.

When the six dark wizards felt their wands disappear, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The pain just now was enough to stop them from betraying.

And the strange energy just now made them feel even more eager.

"Traitor, die."

"Those who have made contributions will be rewarded."

"As long as you complete the task I assign, whether it's magic knowledge, magic items, or the light of life just now."