Hogwarts professor in Marvel

"Great dream creator, after testing, the changes in the world's dream are most likely unrelated to the Muggle world."

"Although the trends of thought in various Muggle countries have changed, they have not changed dramatically enough to cause such drastic changes."

"On the contrary, you need to pay attention to the changes in the wizarding world. The changes in the dream world this time are likely caused by the current chaotic situation."

Hearing this, Lockhart nodded slightly, signaling the dream spirit Xiaoyou to continue.

"Through deduction, because you have plundered the origin of the world's dream many times before with high frequency."

"And the amount of plunder is getting bigger and bigger every time."

"It is highly likely that you have been the focus of the world's consciousness, and they are trying to erase your existence."

"In the real world, driven by world consciousness, the Dark Lord Voldemort has deviated from his previous plan and is full of malice towards you."

"Grindelwald seems to be preparing to join forces with Dumbledore to target Kamar-Taj."

"There also seems to be some unusual movements in the British Ministry of Magic..."

"..."

Hear the news told by the spirit in the dream that was unfavorable to himself and Kamar-Taj.

Lockhart rubbed his brows in distress.

As expected, good things take time.

How can you see the rainbow without going through the wind and rain?

After all, you have already attacked the world, so aren’t you prepared for him to fight back?

Chapter 530: Voldemort: Conquering the French Wizarding World

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Kill!"

"..."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Put down your wand, surrender, and the great Dark Lord will spare your life."

“…”

"Hold the castle, the Ministry of Magic will support us soon."

"Beauxbatons will never be conquered."

“…”

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Shattered to pieces!"

"..."

The magic castle was originally bright, clean and tidy.

It is now in chaos, with ruins everywhere.

The sounds of struggle, cheers, pain, and wailing echoed throughout the castle.

Dark green and dark red killing curses and killing curses could be seen being cast everywhere almost all the time.

Blood flowed on the ground and corpses were scattered around like garbage.

It seems that this is the end of the world.

The sky above, which was originally filled with purple-gold protective shield, is now in tatters.

The black death fog in the sky continued to corrode the defense system of this magic castle.

Black water droplets fell from time to time, and as soon as they touched the ground, the nearby animals and plants immediately turned withered and yellow, as if they had suffered great damage.

There were potholes on the ground, and wisps of black mist could be seen emerging from time to time, continuing to expand the area of ​​erosion.

It seems to explain the benefits and harms of the death mist.

This is the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France, where young wizards are trained.

It is said to be the safest place except for the French Ministry of Magic.

However, now, it seems that this magic school, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is about to fall.

Outside the castle, the originally green lawn had turned into a withered yellow, mixed with a lot of dark red bloodstains.

From time to time, you can see dark wizards and Death Eaters walking by.

They hurried, waving their wands to speed themselves up, and rushed towards the interior of the academy.

Their eyes were filled with indifference towards the tragic scenes caused by themselves and their companions along the way, and many were even filled with excitement and joy.

Even when they saw the corpse of the little wizard, they did not feel the slightest remorse. Some even stopped to admire this brutal death scene.

It is also the lofty Beauxbatons Academy.

Now they have almost broken through.

The college teachers whom they once looked up to are now trampled under their feet and even begged for their forgiveness.

The stimulation this gave them was hard to describe in words.

Excited and joyful are not enough to describe my current state.

The blood that had just come out smelled good and was sweet.

The thrill of killing constantly stimulates their nerves.

They crave and look forward to killing.

So, they headed towards the castle deep inside the academy.

The last resistance force of Beauxbatons still remains there, and we just need to destroy the last part of it.

Then, they will completely occupy this magic castle that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Rumble!

Crackling!

"Shattered to pieces!"

"Dark Corrosion!"

"Shadow Crash!"

"..."

In front of the tall castle, there is a shining ochre-colored defensive barrier.

A large number of dark wizards and Death Eaters stood outside the barrier, waving spells excitedly and releasing their most powerful offensive spells.

Watching a large number of spells with strong fluctuations and different colors rushing towards the barrier and causing waves.

Many wizards cheered excitedly.

Especially when they saw visible cracks in the defense barrier, even if they were quickly healed, it stimulated them to speed up the speed of releasing spells.

This is the final battlefield of Beauxbatons.

The castle, surrounded by a khaki defensive barrier, is the last place of survival for the young wizards and professors of Beauxbatons Academy.

Once this place is breached, it will be just like the outside world, with death, killing, blood and corpses everywhere.

There is no sympathy for women here, nor is there respect for the elderly and love for the young.

No matter how beautiful she is, the dark wizard will not show mercy.

Even if the little wizard is in his early teens, just in the first grade, and can't even perform the most basic levitation spell, they will not let him go.

At this moment, looking down at the ancient building of Beauxbatons from a high altitude.

You will find that, with Beauxbatons as the center, a large number of dark red thick lines appear on the ground.

These lines are intertwined with each other, flowing and wriggling like blood.

Even look closely and clearly observe the breathing movements of these lines.

It seems that at this moment, the whole earth has come to life, and these lines are the blood vessels of the earth.

Since when, the area around Beauxbatons has been gradually filled with light purple mist, which gradually blends into the surrounding plants and animals, and even the wizards inside.

This purple mist is unexpectedly beautiful and charming, but for some reason, it also gives people a creepy feeling.

Like a poisonous mushroom, bright but harmful.

If you focus your eyes on the purple mist, it can be magnified by double, ten times, a hundred times or even a thousand times.

You will find...

The mist seemed to be made up of extremely tiny purple insects.

These bugs are really too tiny, seemingly smaller than dust, but their number is extremely large, so at first glance, they are just purple mist.

And high in the sky, a tiny black shadow was quietly watching everything in front of it.

As the line of sight zoomed in, the shadow grew larger, and a figure wearing a black robe but with an eerie pale skin color emerged.

It was the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Feeling that the sacrificial magic circle was on track, Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with excitement.

He couldn't help but lick his lips and let out a bloodthirsty smile.

Looking at the Beauxbatons magic castle that was still resisting stubbornly, a cold light flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

next moment....

The yew wand in his hand waved slightly.

The purple mist on the surface of the earth seemed to receive a command, and all followed the trajectory of the wand's waving, and suddenly gathered towards Beauxbatons Castle in the center.

In the blink of an eye, purple mist poured into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic from all directions like a dragon.

Wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows.

Even the withered wild grass will eventually leave behind a wisp of yellow sand.

The corpses on the ground did not even have complete bones left. If you were lucky, only some bone fragments would be left.

If you are unlucky, everything will disappear, as if it never existed.

The purple color was like a tide of insects, engulfing, swallowing, and digesting everything.

No, there was one thing they had no influence over, and that was the buildings of Beauxbatons.

Under Voldemort's orders, the most they could do was get close, without invading or even swallowing him.

In a sense, this shows the absolute control Voldemort has over his purple plague.

Soon, the purple mist was approaching the magic castle that was resisting stubbornly.

The Death Eaters who were attacking suddenly felt the breath of death coming from behind, especially when they turned around and saw the large purple mist approaching from behind, they were so frightened that they froze on the spot.

They didn't know that this was magic cast by their master.

Of course, Voldemort would not explain his plan to his men.

However, when the Apostle Black Wizard discovered that these weapons passed over them without causing any effect, he suddenly realized that this might be the work of the master.

Then, purple mist was seen directly attached to the khaki defense barrier.

Sizzling, sizzling sounds like insects biting were heard one after another.

In less than ten seconds, it was visible to the naked eye that a hole was bitten into the khaki defense barrier.

The next moment, before the defense barrier could be repaired, a large amount of purple mist flowed into the castle through the hole.

It was visible to the naked eye that the wizard professors guarding the castle gate had just come into contact with the purple mist.

After just casting a few armor spells, purple mist rolled up as golden light flashed.

The next moment, the Iron Armor Curse was broken, and the teachers' wails, cries of pain, and even pleas for mercy were heard.

The wailing lasted less than two or three seconds before it abruptly stopped.