Hogwarts professor in Marvel

"Kill!"

“…”

The howling of the wolves and the excited shouts of the dark wizards intertwined with each other.

He rushed towards Ian Remy and other students like crazy.

The Dementors also flew up from the sky and pounced on the students.

Those delicious, sweet, tempting young souls, here they come.

At this moment, the students were looking at the werewolves and other dark creatures rushing towards them not far away.

He was not panicked and did not even put down the wand in his hand, as if he had expected it.

"The third form, the descent of heavenly fire!"

Ian, Vera, Remi, and Wanda, the four voices sounded at the same time.

The students behind him waved their wands in unison.

Almost instantly, everyone present, including the wizards in the audience, felt it clearly.

A powerful wave of magical power enveloped the entire square.

At the same time, there was magical grass on the ground, and the magic potion turned into colorful points of light and dissipated.

Above the sky, the white clouds turned into red flames.

The overwhelming heat hits you in the face.

call!call!call!

A strong wind blew, but it did not bring any coolness. Instead, it became drier and hotter.

The werewolf running below couldn't help but pursed his lips, and the hair on his body and face curled slightly.

Even the Dementor twisted his body slightly, seeming to be a little uncomfortable.

It may be that the weather changes in an instant.

Before they could adapt.

Many werewolves couldn't help but stop and even hide everywhere.

because....

Above the sky, a large number of fireballs like meteorites have condensed.

The scorching heat caused the space to distort, and a tremendous pressure filled the entire square. Many werewolves with keen intuition felt a deadly breath of death coming from above their heads.

hum!

As the students waved their wands again, fireballs fell from the sky like a meteor shower, hitting the werewolves, dark wizards and other enemies in the square.

Joint spellcasting—fire from heaven descends!

Chapter 440 Voldemort: I'll give you my arm in exchange for your life (Second update)

Burning! Scorching! Death!

A large number of fireballs fell from the sky like meteorites, the air was scorching and the space was distorted.

A strong smell of death lingered all around.

The werewolves on the square looked up and saw the large number of fireballs falling. They used their strong bodies to desperately escape in all directions.

When the dark wizards realized the huge danger from the sky, they immediately wanted to use Apparition to escape.

But he was horrified to find that the powerful magic power above was affecting the surrounding space fluctuations.

If you Apparate at this time, you will die faster.

He could only quickly wave the wand in his hand and cast defensive spells one after another.

"Protect everything!"

"Protect everything!"

"Armor protection!"

"..."

Above the square, defensive barriers of different colors appeared one after another.

On the surface of the dark wizard's body, pale golden armor spells flashed continuously, further increasing his defense.

Compared to the werewolf and the dark wizard, the Soul Shooting Return state is naturally the best.

With his special physique, he could avoid damage from fire and magic to the greatest extent.

But despite this, the scorching breath and enormous pressure made them fly around restlessly, and some even flew towards their current master Voldemort, as if looking for safety.

Voldemort, the leader, looked at the large number of fireballs descending from the sky and the tremendous magical power emanating from them.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed in them.

hum!

Voldemort just stretched out his hand slightly, and a large amount of black mist came out of his body, spreading wildly around.

The yew wand in his hand was raised slightly.

The black fog began to condense and rise into the sky. Almost in the blink of an eye, particles of black fog condensed into black arrows emitting a breath of darkness, destruction, and killing.

Arrow of Death!

Defense has never been his style. Instead, replacing defense with crazy attacks is his character.

Naturally, his goal was not to defend the werewolves from the fireballs above.

But those students who are casting spells.

Once dark creatures like werewolves die, they are dead. You can recruit them again later.

However, it is obvious that this group of students were carefully trained by Lockhart and are a nuisance.

I believe Lockhart would be heartbroken if these students died.

With a flash of thought, he began to swing his wand, preparing to launch the fatal blow.

However......

"Mr. Dark Lord, it seems that you have forgotten that your enemy is me!"

At some point, Lockhart floated not far from Voldemort and spoke calmly.

Hearing this, Voldemort looked at Lockhart's handsome face, which aroused his anger.

Without hesitation, he flicked his wand lightly, and the direction of the black mist arrow began to turn and aim at Lockhart.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

He gently pressed the wand in his hand downwards, and a large number of black arrows emitting the breath of death shot towards Lockhart.

When Lockhart saw this, he just smiled and stretched out his wand.

With a slight movement, a simple flame-colored line was drawn in front of him.

But in the blink of an eye, the red flame lines expanded instantly, layer upon layer, constantly emerging and spreading.

It only takes one or two seconds.

A flame-colored wall with a large number of strange lines engraved on it appeared in front of Lockhart.

boom! boom! boom!

The black arrows collided with the red flame wall.

There were continuous bangs, the arrows shattered into black mist, and cracks appeared on the wall.

The dissipated black mist began to corrode the red flame-colored wall along the cracks.

It was visible to the naked eye that in an instant, the wall was filled with potholes.

Lockhart sensed a large amount of darkness and curse attached to him, raised his eyebrows, and waved his wand again.

The runes on the red flame wall glowed, and a large amount of black fog was eliminated, or it seemed to escape outwards as if it had life.

Seeing this, Voldemort didn't care. He gently raised the wand in his hand and waved it, and the scattered black mist condensed again.

A new arrow of death appeared again and shot towards the wall in front of Lockhart.

This cycle repeats itself, accompanied by continuous banging and cracking sounds.

Looking at the defensive barrier that was under attack, Lockhart nodded slightly.

however……

Corrosion, collapse, weakening, death...

Feeling the magic power in his body draining away abnormally quickly, Lockhart couldn't help but frown slightly.

The crazy version of Voldemort is even more brutal and cruel.

He clearly felt a void curse coming from the opposite side entangled with his soul and body.

Casting such a powerful curse in a short period of time, Voldemort's own losses will definitely not be small, and he may even sacrifice himself.

Seeing Lockhart's expression change, Voldemort smiled cruelly.

Avada Kedavra!

Avada Kedavra!

……

He seemed to notice that most of Lockhart's attention was on the changes in his body.

Voldemort quickly waved his wand, and a series of killing curses shot towards the weak points of the defensive barrier.

boom!

A powerful killing curse instantly pierced through the red flame barrier, and a conspicuous large hole emerged.

Next, several killing curses followed at lightning speed, passing through the hole and shooting towards Lockhart.

The previous arrow of death was meant to test the weaknesses of Lockhart's defenses.

After almost figuring it out.

Then use the curse to distract Lockhart's attention.

This is a powerful death curse that he cast by sacrificing one arm.

At last……

It's time for his most powerful killing curse to come into play.

Death is Lockhart's only destiny!

Lockhart, I'll give you my arm in exchange for your life!

At the same time, Dumbledore and other wizards were watching the battle from behind.

A green killing curse carrying the breath of death was seen flying towards Lockhart.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Lockhart's next reaction.

At this moment, Lockhart felt the stubborn curse in his body and the many killing curses coming towards him, surrounding his possible escape routes.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart. I was still careless.

The Dark Lord is worthy of being the Dark Lord. He has a very accurate grasp of both combat experience and timing.

I originally thought that after many rounds of transformation, my strength would be enough to crush the opponent.

But I didn't expect that I would fall into the trap because of my carelessness.

It seems that arrogance is the only enemy at any time.

Then, Lockhart gave a slight shake of his right hand, and the wand disappeared.

The next moment, he folded his arms around his chest, making a strange shape.

With the humming of the ring in hand.