Hogwarts professor in Marvel

hum!

For some reason, the magic power flowing in the body was suddenly slightly blocked.

Just a slight push, but a very clever one that caused the spell to collapse.

I saw the sharp fragments of the potion bottle scratching my face, and some even flew towards my eyes.

If he hadn't closed his eyes tightly, and hadn't had his eyes modified before.

Otherwise, temporary blindness is not possible.

Enemy attack!

This was the first thought that came to Wayne's mind, but it was overturned the moment it appeared.

How come the leader's place is so vulnerable to enemy attacks? Besides, whose enemy attacks are so weak?

In an instant, the curse appeared in Wayne's mind again.

This possibility quickly dominated my mind.

Maybe the Magical Congress cast a curse on him. After all, he has a lot of Aurors in his hands.

Without hesitation, Wayne didn't care about the status of the little wizards. He cast a few spells on himself to check his status.

At this moment, the little wizard was looking at the famous Potions professor in amazement.

Professor Wayne was making a potion and the bottle exploded.

For some reason, they felt like laughing, and their minds were full of wild thoughts.

Every time they exploded a bottle, they were punished by writing a paper at the least, or standing in the corner for a week at the worst.

As a professor, is Wayne...

Just as they were watching Professor Wayne as if he were watching a play, trying his best to cast spells of different colors on themselves.

suddenly.....

boom!

There was a loud noise outside the classroom.

The little wizards were instantly terrified.

Wayne was also shocked at this moment. He never thought that such a thing would happen where the leader was.

Enemy attack!

Naked enemy attack!

The thought came to me again, and this time it was firmly ingrained.

"Hide, be careful to hide."

Wayne gave stern orders to the young wizards.

With a wave of the magic wand, an armor spell protected the area where the little wizards were, and then another transfiguration spell followed, and the figures of the little wizards completely disappeared.

At this moment, Wayne felt a little relieved. He looked at the window, cast a shattering spell, broke the glass, and rushed out.

No matter what, first see who the enemy is.

It would be best to catch a glimpse of the truth and ask something.

However.....

puff!

As soon as I stepped over the glass, my left foot landed on the ground, but instead of feeling firm as usual, it simply sank.

With a puff, if he hadn't reacted quickly and cast a levitation spell, he would have almost fallen flat on his face.

The series of accidents made Wayne feel depressed.

The enemy seemed to be targeting him.

Then, Wayne once again put the thought behind him.

because.....

boom! boom! boom!

From other classrooms in the castle, several wizarding professors rushed out like him.

Some of them looked even more miserable than him, and it could be said that their faces were covered in blood.

And what surprised Wayne was.

Although this all looks very much like an enemy attack.

But why didn't anyone show up?

Boom!

Wayne had just stood up when a bell rang.

Suddenly, Wayne felt as if a breeze was blowing, and a cool feeling spread all over his body, which made him addicted.

The whole person felt lighter and his mood became somewhat cheerful.

Like...drank a few drops of Felicis.

The next moment, a black-robed figure emitting a powerful aura appeared in their eyes.

"Meet the leader!"

Seeing the great leader Grindelwald appear, all the wizards present bowed their heads in respect.

At this moment, Grindelwald's face was a little pale, in his vision of destiny.

The whole of Ilvermorny fell into a turbulent fluctuation of fate.

He could clearly see the traces left by a large number of golden arrows passing through Ilvermorny, igniting the fire of fate and stirring up the trajectory of fate.

Let the entire sea of ​​destiny fall into chaos in constant shock.

If he hadn't been in Ilvermorny, stabilizing the Sea of ​​Destiny.

As the shocks of fate become more and more severe, the wizard professors and others may be able to hold on, but the crisis of the little wizard will probably become more and more serious.

These are all the seeds of his future as a saint.

At this moment, although Grindelwald was extremely angry, he couldn't help but sigh.

The curse of fate was interrupted.

There was no way. Feeling such a strong fluctuation of fate in Ilvermorny, how could he remain indifferent?

A lavender wand appeared in his hand. As Grindelwald continued to wave it, pale golden runes related to fate emerged one after another and fell into Ilvermorny's shaking sea of ​​fate.

Observing the Sea of ​​Destiny gradually returning to calm, Grindelwald nodded slightly to everyone, then used Apparition to move away.

At this moment, the wizard professors looked at each other, seeming to be still a little frightened.

Afterwards, he said a few hellos and returned to his classroom without saying much.

They also have to see if the young wizards have suffered any negative effects.

After all, I have been teaching for so long that I can develop feelings for a cat, let alone a little wizard.

.........

Magical Congress, Auror Inquiry Room.

I don't know when it started, but Chenos set up a special comfort room for disabled Aurors.

The things stored inside were the Aurors who were badly injured.

They were basically injured in the line of duty and had almost lost most of their combat capabilities. It is no exaggeration to call them heroes.

At this moment, Chenos, with Dumbledore, visited the disabled Aurors lying on the hospital beds, and kept introducing them.

"Chief, this is Jemo." Chenos pointed at the Auror lying on the bed with a broken leg. "This is the dark curse he suffered when he fought the Saints."

"If I hadn't broken my leg in time, I'm afraid I would have been completely disabled."

At this point, Chenos cursed the saints a few times and didn't say anything else.

However, Dumbledore could clearly sense the hatred towards the saints emanating from the entire Magical Congress.

Dumbledore couldn't help but marvel at the purity of this emotion.

It doesn't seem to be formed naturally, but more like it was artificially concocted, as if prepared for some kind of magic.

Dumbledore could even see traces of goblin magic in it.

It seems that the American wizarding world has made considerable progress in recent years.

Then he looked at a few Orochinos and subtly emphasized the hateful appearance of the Saints and Grindelwald.

Then he took Dumbledore out of the Auror's inquiry room.

The next stop, Chenos prepared, was for Dumbledore to check on the status of the young wizards.

Well, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, the little wizard must have had a great influence on him.

Chenos was very tempted to tie Dumbledore to his carriage.

With Dumbledore, not only can we face the Saints and Grindelwald, but we can also stand tall in the face of goblins without fear of any threat.

At this moment, suddenly, Dumbledore's voice came from the front.

"Chenos, how is your Chancellor Jack doing now?"

Chapter 496: Goblins Need Dumbledore (First Update)

cough!cough!cough!

In the spacious underground secret room, wisps of dark green mist floated in the air, looking somewhat evil and mysterious.

In the center of the entire secret room, sitting cross-legged was an old man wearing a purple wizard robe.

I saw the dark green mist gradually sinking into the old man's body.

The old man had his eyes slightly closed and did not move.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest and the occasional coughing sound.

I'm afraid it might be mistaken for a dead body.

The entire floor of the secret room is engraved with a large number of lines of different colors. These lines follow strange trajectories to form very complicated and mysterious magic circles.

Dark red, dark blue, light green and other colors are intertwined.

Just looking at it makes me dizzy.

If a powerful wizard arrives, the trace of time can be vaguely detected.

This old man is Jack Riddle, the Speaker of the Magical Congress of America for decades.

Under him, several deputy speakers took turns sitting in the position, but they still could not threaten his position.

Only this time, the lucky boy arrived at a special period.

Jackie, a thought flashed through Del's mind, and he continued to sink his heart to recover from his injury.

Grindelwald swept across America decades ago, and no one was able to defeat him then.

It was originally thought that these years of imprisonment would suppress Grindelwald's strength, but who would have thought that his strength would increase instead of decrease, and even make great progress.

Meditation method!

It’s a good thing, but it’s a pity that I didn’t pay much attention to it before.

This Lockhart is truly mysterious.

It only takes a writer one or two years to climb to this position.

It was indeed beyond his understanding.

During the period of recovering from his injuries, he also began to study the meditation method that he had previously disdained.

I have to say, it was quite rewarding.

His injuries, which were life-threatening, have now largely recovered thanks to some of his new research findings.