Hogwarts professor in Marvel

She said she would not be a burden to the adults, so she would never allow herself to be used as bait.

As I said, she will do the job she can do well, and the rest is up to the adults.

She would use her death to leave a final message for Lord Grindelwald.

Even if the other party has the means to conceal his fate, even if the other party may use polyjuice potion.

She would never allow herself to become a burden.

After hearing this, many wizards nearby covered their ears.

They are not fools. How can they know about this plan?

If it's true, and Rozier can't die first, then they must be the first to die to prevent the news from leaking.

"enough."

Tom Riddle waved his wand quickly, and a large number of dark purple vines with thorns quickly appeared on the black floor.

The dark purple spiked vines quickly wrapped around Vida Rozier, constantly absorbing the raging magic power in Rozier's body.

With the naked eye, it can be seen that the originally dark purple vine branches are now constantly flowing with red flame-colored lines and veins.

And Rozier's originally chaotic and restless aura gradually calmed down.

Feeling that his spell seemed to be lifted, Rozier's eyes revealed a very complicated look.

Of course she didn't want to die, but she was not afraid of death, and she didn't want to be a burden.

And now, his last resort has been cracked.

this means....

"It's useful to keep Rosier." Tom Riddle's Voldemort said coldly: "If you force her to death, we will all pay the price."

After hearing this, Voldemort shrugged his shoulders with a look of disdain on his face.

Just die.

After the Gringotts incident, especially after coming to Europe this time, he felt something was wrong.

I seemed to have fallen into a big unknown net.

All actions are being restrained.

He needs to break through this net as soon as possible, no matter how great the cost.

Grindelwald is a good choice.

"Come on, your master is here."

"We have to show him what his loyal confidant has done for him, don't we?"

Without responding to Tom Riddle's words, Voldemort made a few sarcastic remarks.

He waved his wand, carried the blood-stained Rosier out of the confinement room, and walked towards the outside of Durmstrang.

At this moment, the passage outside the detention room was already filled with a large number of Death Eaters.

Some of them were excited, some were nervous, and some were slightly afraid.

Grindelwald is here.

Came to the outside of Durmstrang with a large number of elite saints.

At this time, I can only rely on my master.

They knew about the prisoners in the solitary confinement cell early on.

Since their master had ordered them not to take any action, they naturally did not dare to act rashly.

At this moment, when Voldemort slowly walked out, Rosier, covered in blood, was floating behind him.

All the Death Eaters stood at the edge of the wall, leaving a wide passage for their master.

tread!tread!tread!

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Voldemort stepped out in his boots.

Rochelle floated in the air, blood dripping onto the ground.

A long bloodstain appeared.

Looking at the tragic scene before them, all the Death Eaters were horrified.

Little did they know that this was Tom Riddle's hand in an effort to mitigate Rosier's self-destruction.

But they knew that their master Voldemort could do anything.

Especially this kind of torture and killing of prisoners is extremely common.

.............

call!call!call!

Outside Durmstrang, in the ice and snow, the cold wind was howling, blowing against the huge building.

Grindelwald, wearing a black robe, stood at the door of Durmstrang, with a dense crowd of saints standing behind him.

The queue is neat and tidy, and seems to have a special power.

At this moment, Grindelwald's heart was already filled with anger.

He now wished he could attack Durmstrang directly, find out the mastermind behind the incident, and tear him into pieces.

But he was also extremely calm inside.

The sense of fate failed again.

He couldn't help but wonder whether the other party had set a trap long ago and was waiting for him.

Today, the once mysterious destiny seems to be repeatedly thwarted.

His actions have already led to various unexpected events.

The Magic Congress, which had originally been successfully conquered, suddenly saw the emergence of the Goblin King.

Durmstrang, the already impregnable stronghold, was also captured.

Dumbledore suddenly came to America.

Lockhart teamed up with the Ministry of Magic to issue the so-called Wizarding Fortune Cards.

The world is constantly changing, and he can feel it clearly.

But unfortunately, he did not enjoy the benefits, but his plans were interrupted again and again.

This made him feel a little anxious deep down.

Is this world gradually becoming hostile to old people like him?

The fall of Durmstrang this time sounded a wake-up call for him.

The good situation that I had originally had was all empty talk and an illusion.

He needs to repeatedly consolidate his foundation.

At this moment, he had a vague answer in his heart as to what to do next.

At this moment...

Click!Click!Click!

The gate of Durmstrang opened quietly, and the two Voldemorts, along with a group of Death Eaters, walked out and stared at the saints opposite.

This moment was the first time that the two generations of Dark Lords looked at each other.

The atmosphere at this moment was extremely depressing.

Especially when Grindelwald saw Rosier covered in blood.

The cold, deadly murderous intent surged out madly, aiming directly at Voldemort and Tom.

The black pupil of the left eye quietly turned silver-white, and the majestic power of destiny responded and began to surge.

Provocation, naked provocation.

Voldemort and Tom on the opposite side sensed Grindelwald's strong hostility.

Voldemort smiled cruelly and raised the wand in his hand slightly. Rosier's figure swayed and blood kept dripping on the snow.

Red plum blossoms are dyed on the snow-white ground.

It seems like a provocation.

Tom looked at Grindelwald across from him and smiled slightly.

At this moment, both sides were silent and no one seemed to be speaking.

But the surging magic seems to have said everything that needs to be said.

call!

Tom waved the yew wand in his hand, and Rochelle's body slowly floated forward and flew towards Grindelwald.

Seeing this, Voldemort showed a disdainful smile on his face, but did not stop it.

"Grindelwald, your men are very brave." Tom commented as if praising him, "They commit suicide if they disagree with you."

"I like."

"However, a gentleman does not take away what others love. I leave it to you."

Tom controlled Rosier to fly slowly in front of Grindelwald, as if to express his goodwill.

Although a fight with Grindelwald is inevitable.

However, it is better not to fight a life-and-death battle.

He didn't want to, and I believe Grindelwald didn't want to either.

After all, the Goblin King and Dumbledore are watching closely.

On his side, there is also a Lockhart and another Voldemort.

Therefore, he had to save Rosier's life, and even the lives of all the professors at Durmstrang.

The purpose is to provide an excuse to ease the relationship between the two sides.

Looking at Rosier in front of him, Grindelwald carefully sensed the other party's condition.

Soon, he let out a sigh of relief, fortunately there was no big problem.

It was just that the turmoil of magic power engraved in the body was forcibly interrupted, and coupled with excessive blood loss, the body became weak.

He patted Rozier's shoulder gently, as if to reassure her that she was safe.

At this moment, Rozier struggled to open his eyes, looked at the familiar face, and a smile appeared on his face.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he tried to use all his strength, but the sound he made was still as faint as a mosquito.

"Be careful...I...am the bait..."

The voice was very small, but the words just emerged.

Grindelwald only felt a creepy feeling surge into his heart.

next moment....

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Dark purple smoke quickly spread from Rosier's body.

In the blink of an eye, it enveloped Grindelwald and the saint behind him.

The saint in front of him had no time to react before his skin came into contact with the purple smoke.

“Ah! Ah! Ah…”

Wails of pain and cries of despair rang out one after another.

It seems to illustrate the power of this black magic.

Tom was stunned when he saw this scene.

Then he turned back suddenly and looked at Voldemort not far away.