Hogwarts professor in Marvel

However, when the dust dissipated from the battlefield, the heat wave and the dust had swept to the edge of the square and rushed towards the audience seats.

When Tom Riddle saw this, he frowned slightly and waved his wand casually.

The dark green barrier flickered slightly, and in the air, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, offsetting the heat wave, and the dust fell as if motionless.

Dumbledore glanced around and said nothing more, turning his attention to Lockhart's students and Death Eaters.

"Albus, Lockhart is really good at training students. Can you tell me how long Lockhart has been training this Squib to become a wizard?" Grindelwald's provocative voice sounded in his ears: "To be honest, I'm really curious."

Dumbledore did not reply, as if he had not heard.

And Grindelwald continued.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Albus." Grindelwald's tone was full of surprise and curiosity: "The magic cast by these students actually resonated, increasing the power by at least ten times."

"Meditation should have played a significant role here." Grindelwald's analysis made Dumbledore nod slightly subconsciously, but then he stopped.

Although the movement was very slight, Grindelwald, who had been paying attention, seemed to be immediately interested and continued to analyze, "I sense the breath of meditation. The magic power of this group of students tends to be of the same nature."

"It seems that the emergence of meditation will not only have a profound impact on squibs, but will also bring great changes to wizards who cast magic."

At this point, Grindelwald seemed to have thought of something, and added in a tone as if he was enjoying a good show.

"Albus, what do you think the pure-blood families would do if they knew this?"

"And Hogwarts, do you have any plans to promote meditation?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore frowned slightly.

He naturally knew what Grindelwald meant.

If several wizards who practice meditation work together to cast magic in a certain way, the power will be increased by more than 10 times.

There is no doubt that unless it is a top wizard like him, the rest, even Aurors like Mad-Eye Moody, would not dare to face him directly.

In the past, this was a unique trick that could serve as a family's heritage.

Every time it is used, a heavy price will be paid.

But looking at the appearance of this group of students, it seems to be the same as usual.

Does this mean that this way of casting spells has become the norm?

If the pure-blood families knew about this, they would definitely pursue her madly.

This is simply the best way to maintain pure-blood status.

After changing his mind, Dumbledore did not respond to any of Grindelwald's words, but continued to focus his attention on Ian and other wizard students.

Above the square, the heat wave subsided and the dust gradually settled.

It was vaguely visible that large pits appeared one after another on the surface of the square, and each pit was filled with flames inside and around it.

There were scattered flames on the ground around the group of dark wizards, but other than that everything was the same as before.

However, seeing the pale faces of the dark wizards and the blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, you know that it is not easy to resist this group of dark wizards.

"Whirlwind sweeps away!"

"Whirlwind sweeps away!"

Several dark wizards cast spells to further clear the dust and clear the vision.

at the same time....

Woo! Woo!

The werewolf howled with its head raised, and before the dust had completely settled, it suddenly pounced on Ian and the other students.

The wizards' magic is powerful, but when it comes to close combat, no one can beat them, werewolves, unless they are giants.

Ian, Remi and the others did not panic when they saw the werewolf coming towards them.

All I heard was a very calm voice: "The top 15 melee fighters from the last time, step forward and fight with the werewolf. Be careful not to get bitten by it."

"The rest of you stand back and prepare to cast the spell again."

After hearing Ian's familiar voice.

Fifteen young male wizards walked forward. Most of these young wizards were of relatively strong build.

Vera and Wanda stepped back.

Ian and Remi led the way, with 15 wizards who were good at close combat, and slowly moved forward.

They quickly closed their palms and pulled them outwards.

Sparks flew everywhere, and dark black magic sticks wrapped with red flame runes appeared in his hands.

A melee staff exclusively for Kamar-Taj mages!

The magic wand disappeared quietly, and Ian and others held the hard baguettes tightly in their hands.

His pace began to quicken as he rushed towards the werewolf.

To be honest, when the werewolf leader Fenrir saw the actions of Ian and others, a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes and face.

These students must be crazy to engage in close combat with them.

Then, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Since these students want to die, let him send them to meet death.

Woo!

Without hesitation, after a long howl, Fenrir and the werewolves behind him pounced on Ian and others.

At the same time, a group of wizard students behind began to wave their wands together, their target was the dark wizards behind.

boom!

Ian, the leader, hit the werewolf leader Fenrir hard with a baton in his hand.

Due to the previous stereotype that wizards are weak, Fenrir was extremely disdainful at first.

However, when the baguette fell on his shoulder, a red light flashed, the weight increased, and he was hit hard. With a snap, the bone seemed to break, and blood began to ooze out.

"Damn it!"

Fenrir cursed while enduring the severe pain, and swung himself to scratch Ian's face.

His wolf claws have long been filled with wolf poison. Ordinary wizards will be seriously injured if they are hit by them, and there is a very high probability that they will be corroded by the wolf poison and turned into werewolves.

When Professor McGonagall and other professors saw this scene, they subconsciously exclaimed in a low voice.

They had heard of the reputation of the werewolf leader Fenrir, and Ian on the opposite side was a young wizard who was less than 20 years old.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

Chapter 443 Werewolf: This is a battle between the poor and the rich

call!

The sharp wolf claws rushing towards his face, the whistling sound, and the cruel look in the eyes of the werewolf leader Fenrir.

Ian's eyes were calm, and the red flame runes on the black baguette in his hand flickered slightly. You could vaguely see the muscles on his arms bulging slightly.

boom!

The baguette and the wolf's claw collided with each other, and at the moment of collision, they were guided to the right and moved to the other side.

Go around to the side at lightning speed.

Then....

He struck the werewolf hard in the waist.

When Fenrir swung his wolf claws, he clearly felt a resistance from the baguette. Although the resistance was not as great as his own, it was still not small.

What caught him off guard was that the opponent obviously did not put up any strong resistance, but instead used the baguette to raise his wolf claws and lead them to the right.

The first time I saw it, I naturally didn't react.

Then, it paid a terrible price.

boom!

A head of steel, bones of iron, and a waist of tofu are the characteristics of wolves, and as a werewolf, Fenrir is naturally no exception.

His soft waist was hit hard by the baguette.

A sharp pain came from his head, Fenniel's eyes began to turn bloodshot, and his face was distorted by pain.

Snapped!

Unable to control himself, Fenrir fell to the side.

After all, he was the werewolf leader. With his strong will, he subconsciously endured the severe pain from his waist and abdomen, and used his wolf claws to support the ground so that he did not fall completely to the ground.

However, the werewolves behind him did not have the same abilities as Fenrir.

puff!puff!puff!

The students who were informed of the werewolf's weakness in advance naturally aimed at the werewolf's waist and abdomen early on. After increasing their strength, they gave a heavy blow. Most of the werewolves were directly knocked down to the ground, and their legs and feet struggled subconsciously.

Even let out a painful howl.

This made the werewolf behind stop his pace, after all, the tragic lesson of his companions in front was really impressive.

After falling to the ground, the students didn't stop. They raised the magic stick in their hands, and the magic power flowed. Red flame-colored chains began to emerge from the top of the magic stick, and they continued to extend.

As the students waved their hands, the chains fell to the ground and tied up the werewolf who fell to the ground from head to toe in a lightning-fast manner.

The wolf's claws and legs were all pinned to the ground, and they could only continue to struggle on the ground.

Then they turned their attention to the werewolf behind them.

At this time, the werewolves had stopped walking, and they were watching the group of young students cautiously.

It seems that he dare not start a fight easily.

"Kill, tear them to pieces!"

Fenrir's roar seemed to ignite the fuse of the war again.

After recovering from the pain, he glanced at the tied-up werewolves, anger bursting from his eyes.

After roaring, he waved his palm again and rushed towards Ian.

This time he was going to take advantage of the werewolf's high agility to fight.

If the opponent is scratched by him, the wolf poison will enter the body, and no matter what happens afterwards, his life will be over.

Ian, who had already retreated and put some distance between them, looked at Fenrir who was attacking him again. After observing the opponent's steps, he knew Fenrir's next rhythm.

Randomly, the boots on his feet began to flash a light blue light, and a breeze faintly wrapped around his feet.

Running at wind speed!

The speed suddenly increased, and Ian took strange steps, waving a long stick, and rushed forward to fight with it.

Bang! Bang! Snap! Snap!

Every time he swung his wolf claws at his opponent, they were mostly dodged by his opponent's nimble steps, and occasionally he would hit his opponent's body, but the opponent's wizard robe was shining with a light golden light, and the wolf claws felt stiff.

At the same time, every time the other party swung the long stick in his hand and made contact with his arm or shoulder, a hot tingling sensation came from the wound to the brain.

Fenrir couldn't help but grin to hide the pain.

Are these students wizards or magical creatures?

Instead of casting magic, he came to engage in close combat with the werewolves.

Moreover, his hands, feet, and clothes were all covered with magic equipment. This was not a battle, it was clearly a fight with money.

If you want to see a werewolf fighting purely with its sharp claws and tough hair.

Thinking of this, Fenrir couldn't help but reveal an angry look on his face.

Subconsciously, he felt a burning pain on his shoulder again, which made him feel sad.

This group of students were all wearing magical equipment, and they seemed to have quite some combat experience.

Oh my God, this student opposite him, who is less than 20 years old, is obviously no match for me, apart from his magic equipment.