Hogwarts professor in Marvel

"Lockhart!"

Voldemort uttered the name through gritted teeth.

It can be said that he was always being played around by Lockhart. If he hadn't discovered it in time, he would have overturned the table.

I'm afraid that now they have all become puppets controlled by the other party.

After breaking away, he also died once at the hands of the other party.

If he didn't have the ritual of resurrection, he would have died long ago.

At this moment, Lockhart flicked his wand gently.

Tom Riddle slowly landed beside him, and his colorful arms turned into points of light and disappeared in an instant.

"Voldemort, you recover so quickly." Lockhart said unhappily.

In the dark, with colorful light flowing in his eyes, Lockhart was constantly searching for the thread of Voldemort's fate and the medium of his resurrection.

He now has limited time, and under the crazy search of the world consciousness, he can only choose to leave temporarily.

But before leaving, some troubles must be dealt with.

The first to bear the brunt was Voldemort.

This guy is really crazy. He has become a puppet of the world consciousness without knowing it.

Now he only wants revenge on himself and Kamar-Taj.

And this time when I leave, it is difficult to come back immediately.

He even didn't know how long he would have to wait before he could return to the world of Harry Potter.

There is no way, the system specifically emphasizes this.

To avoid the fate search and cause-effect inquiry of world consciousness.

You need to completely cut off contact with the world, wait until things calm down, and then establish new connections.

And in this way, time will fall into chaos again.

It is very likely that the Marvel world lasts one year and the Harry Potter world lasts a hundred years, or it is also possible that the Marvel world lasts a hundred years and the Harry Potter world only lasts one year.

Time is chaotic, especially without an anchor.

And Lockhart felt helpless about it.

There is no way, the opponent is too big.

Although it is not as big as the Marvel world, it is a world after all.

Moreover, it is an extraordinary world. I don’t know how many extraordinary races have fallen into destruction and then risen again, generation after generation.

The accumulation of it was enormous, at least in Lockhart's eyes.

And now, the most important thing is to get rid of the scourge of Voldemort.

Colorful light flickered in his eyes, and threads related to Voldemort's fate came into view.

It seems difficult to find the connection medium that you want to revive.

Voldemort on the other side looked at Lockhart without making any move, yet he felt vaguely like he was being watched.

Is there any use of inference?

Without hesitation, Voldemort angrily ordered all the Bloodworms to attack Lockhart.

Well, now Voldemort explodes with one poke.

call!call!call!

The blood-red mist swept in, and at the same time, part of the blood-red mist also poured into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort, covered in blood red, reappeared and walked directly towards Lockhart.

tread!tread!tread!

Every step the blood-red figure took would emit a clear sound mixed with the buzzing sound of the blood abyss worms.

Lockhart raised his wand expressionlessly and pointed it lightly forward.

hum!

A large number of colorful ice cones suddenly appeared on the back.

The chill was overwhelming, and at the same time, there was a faint glow of colorful light at the tip.

call!call!call!

Without hesitation, he pointed his wand forward, and a large number of colorful ice cones shot towards Voldemort opposite him like bullets.

However, as Voldemort extended his wand, it turned slightly.

The blood-red mist turned into a storm, engulfing all the icicles.

It felt like the Blood Abyss Worm had consumed all the magic power of the Colorful Ice Cone.

A smug smile appeared on Voldemort's face, watching Lockhart's unchanging expression.

It seemed as if he was trying to find a hint of panic in Lockhart's expression.

"Lockhart, how about I leave first and not disturb your fight."

Seeing the battle scene just now, Tom Riddle's eyebrows couldn't help but jump and he spoke in a low voice.

Lockhart lowered his head slightly, looking into their eyes with a smile.

Tom was breathing heavily, as if he was worried that his inner thoughts would be discovered.

"No, today, I will send Voldemort to repent of eternal death."

Lockhart said silently, showing no intention of letting go of Tom Riddle.

How could he not know what this guy was thinking.

This guy is the Dark Lord. No matter how much he compromises, he is still the Dark Lord.

Lockhart never underestimated the other party's intentions.

The reason why he arrived in time just now was because of the warning from the fire of hell.

Lockhart didn't believe that the information that was about to disappear would have no reason.

"Okay, Lockhart." Tom Riddle said in a deep voice, "Just let me know if you need anything. I will definitely help if I can."

In response, Lockhart nodded without saying anything.

It seemed like quite a while had passed, yet it also seemed like only less than 10 seconds had passed.

The blood-red mist turned into a storm, engulfing the ice cone and squeezing all the magic power inside.

Feeling that the Blood Worm had adapted to Lockhart's dream power again, Voldemort smiled a little and gave Lockhart a hideous smile.

then……

boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, countless colorful beams of light suddenly appeared and shot towards Voldemort.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Voldemort's face froze and became a little ugly.

The breath of death surrounds my heart.

He had died before from this type of attack.

Seeing this attack again...

Almost instantly, Voldemort leaped back suddenly. At the same time, he clasped his palms together, and the blood-red mist seemed to receive some command, crashing madly and wrapping around the colorful beam of light.

The colorful beam of light successfully penetrated the blood-red fog and shot forward.

However, at this time, Voldemort had already leaped far away.

Lockhart was not angry at all at this moment. He silently stretched out his palm and pressed down gently.

boom!

A huge gust of air came from the sky and suddenly pressed down.

A huge colorful palm suddenly appeared and pressed towards Voldemort fiercely.

Covered by blood-red fog.

Rumble!

A deafening sound emerged, and Voldemort seemed to be pressed to the ground by the air pressure just now, unable to move. Even with the blood-red mist supporting him back and forth, it was still useless.

When the colorful palms are connected to the ground.

At the same time, the palm turned into a mountain, and a large number of colorful runes emerged.

Suppress Voldemort on the mountain.

On the surface of the mountain, there is a line of text left by Lockhart in bad taste:

Wuzhishan!

Dream cage!

Chapter 551: The artificial child of destiny, the crazy Lockhart?

vaguely!

My body became heavy, my consciousness started to become blurry, and my past memories kept reappearing in front of me like fragments.

The images that I had seen in reality, imagined in my dreams, and longed for in my heart kept appearing before my eyes.

He seemed to see Hogwarts submitting to his throne.

He seemed to see Dumbledore's body hanging high on the top of Hogwarts Castle.

He seemed to see his most hated enemy, Lockhart, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

Everything is beautiful, yes, it is really beautiful.

It made him sink into beauty and forget what reality is.

It seems that this moment is heaven, it is my own world.

Dream?

I was imprisoned!

As soon as the thought came to mind, it seemed to be swallowed up by some strange object.

Continue to sink, sink endlessly into the dream.

In the real world, on the plains outside Durmstrang.

Tom Riddle quietly watched Voldemort being suppressed at the bottom of the colorful mountain.

The blood-red mist slowly surrounded the other party, without any movement, as if it was dormant.

When Tom noticed the peaceful, comfortable and complacent expression on Voldemort's face.

In addition to feeling a chill in my heart, a hint of fear also rose in my heart.

Lockhart has become stronger again!

Indeed, if it were him, if it were an ordinary wizard, he would be able to make him sink into depravity and lose himself in a short period of time.

But the point is, his enemies must be ordinary wizards.

This can be done in a short period of time.

If it's an elite wizard, then it's basically impossible.

And what was Lockhart doing?

He just appeared on the battlefield, rescued him, then suppressed him, imprisoned him, and even let him sink into mental depravity.

His enemy is Voldemort!

Just now, there was another him who almost defeated me.

If Lockhart could take care of Voldemort so easily, then he could take care of himself just as easily.