Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Several robots jumped out and rushed into the house.

There were all kinds of guns, bullets and weapons placed on An Meiren's arms, hands, waist, etc.

The head made of steel turned rapidly, and the red light in the eyes flickered slightly, as if scanning.

After a moment, a mechanical sound rang out.

"Report, no trace of the blasphemer has been found."

"No breath of life!"

"No spatial fluctuations!"

"Subtle energy fluctuations detected!"

"Comparing energies..."

"97% is the power of blasphemy, 2% is the power of shadow, and 0.5% is..."

"According to the deduction and calculation, the target is suspected to be returning to the desecrated land - Kamar-Taj!"

After the information was transmitted, the robots in the room moved back in an orderly manner.

The broken house was left behind.

…………

Dream world, Kamar-Taj.

In the middle of the green plains, ancient castles, tall towers and other buildings stand tall.

And on the upper floor of the castle in the middle is the office of the principal of Kamar-Taj.

Peggy Carter sat quietly at the table by herself.

She frowned, as if she was struggling or hesitating.

It seems that when faced with a certain problem, one is hesitant as to whether or not to make a decision.

For decades, she has been responsible for tens of thousands of people in the entire school.

Her decision directly affects the fate of everyone.

Coming to New York from London was the right decision.

And now, should we return from New York to London, Voldemort's base?

Chapter 707 The Great King Tom Riddle?

2033, England, London.

Whether it is day or night, London is still prosperous. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a city that never sleeps.

Because, at this moment, London is the centre of the world.

Decades ago, when the great king Tom Riddle conquered the island of England, carried mysterious supernatural powers, ruled Germany, suppressed the United States, and swept the world.

There would be no distinction between countries like Britain, Germany, and the United States in the world.

There is only the Federation, the Federation that rules the entire earth

As the birthplace of the king, the island of England naturally becomes the center of the world, and London is the most central location.

Here, everyone who comes in and out is a dignitary.

Wizards who possess mysterious powers have an even more noble status.

call!call!call!

At this moment, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, a number of black aircraft were flying towards the city center in the sky.

On the front of these black aircraft, there is a clear pattern engraved.

There is a skull on top and poisonous snakes entwined below.

Death Eater Mark!

When the other civilian aircraft around saw this, they quickly made way, not daring to block the route of these black aircraft.

Finally, he watched the aircraft depart with awe and envy.

These are the truly privileged and powerful people.

Most of the powerful people, even the mayor, would have to smile flatteringly when they saw him.

Because, with this mark, there is no doubt that the person is a wizard who possesses mysterious powers, a loyal minister and warrior under the king.

At this moment, Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the car, staring ahead with indifferent eyes.

Decades have passed and everything has changed dramatically.

The once top wizards Grindelwald and Lockhart have long disappeared.

Even Dumbledore, the former world number one headmaster of Hogwarts, had not heard from him for many years.

They, once pure-blood nobles, the Death Eaters, now hold power that is enough to influence the world.

And all of this was brought by His Majesty Tom Riddle, the former Dark Lord and now the King of the Federation.

Soon, the black aircraft slowly stopped, as if it had realized it had reached its destination.

Today's wizards no longer use magic brooms. When the king rules the world, the magic system will be innovated once again.

The means of transportation used to be changed a long time ago.

Replaced by today's magic aircraft.

Lucius touched the wand at his waist with his right hand and walked down.

As soon as I came down, a few wizards wearing black clothes, in good health, and emitting slight magical fluctuations came towards me.

"Minister Malfoy, the conference room is ready. Minister Crouch, Attorney General Pierce and others have arrived."

The black-robed wizards lowered their heads and spoke in low and respectful voices.

Lucius glanced at these wizards, said nothing, nodded slightly, and signaled them to lead the way.

These wizards would have been duds in the past.

In other words, the magic system has been innovated, and through meditation, these duds have the opportunity to come into contact with the mysterious magic.

Otherwise, you would just be begging for food at the bottom of society by using your physical strength.

The thought flashed through his mind, and as Lucius followed the wizard who led the way deeper into the building, he wondered what had happened that had called them over so urgently.

He was not thinking about the Squib, but was thinking over and over again about what would cause His Majesty to summon him through the Death Eater Mark.

This time, the incident happened suddenly. He was originally inspecting the magic industry in America, but after receiving the news, he immediately rushed back.

In these years, he rarely saw such an important order.

I still remember the last time, which was more than 30 years ago, when we launched a raid on the Magical Council of America and a campaign to suppress Muggle nuclear bombs.

At this moment, suddenly...

tread!tread!tread!

The sound of high heels tapping on the ground was heard. The sound was a little hurried, as if a little anxious, yet suppressed.

Lucius took one look and immediately understood that it was Bella, His Majesty's most loyal confidant and admirer.

A woman would naturally behave like this when faced with an urgent imperial decree.

If space teleportation wasn't restricted here, Bella would probably be teleported to His Majesty immediately.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Lucius quickly walked to Bella's side.

"Bella, do you know what happened?"

Lucius whispered.

Although both of them were subordinates of the Dark Lord, Bella was clearly far superior to him in terms of loyalty and status.

It was normal for Bella to know some information before him.

Bella glanced at her relative, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes, and shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

Then he quickened his pace and walked towards the meeting room.

These speculators from pure-blood families are not loyal, and they are not capable.

When it comes to speculation, he is first-rate.

If the two once divided majesties had not merged into one, this group of speculators would probably still be enemies.

Yes, there were once two Voldemorts, but now there is only one.

It is unknown whether they will devour each other or merge with each other.

But when only one Voldemort was left, such a Dark Lord, such a Tom Riddle.

Whether in terms of IQ, means, or strength, they have reached the highest peak in history.

This is how we have achieved the present great feat of nearly unifying the world.

Lucius looked at Bella in front of him and naturally knew what the other person was thinking, but he didn't care.

They are all under His Majesty's command, but naturally their factions are different.

Even though the two sides are relatives, the other side is obviously a typical die-hard, and pure-blood wizards like themselves will more or less pay more attention to the interests of their own family.

Soon, Lucius walked into the conference room. As soon as he entered the door of the conference room, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Because he saw that the former Dark Lord and current King of the Federation, His Majesty Tom Riddle, was sitting in the main seat of the meeting.

Seeing this, he quickly quickened his pace and sat down in his seat cautiously.

I didn't dare say anything and just looked at the small white board in front of me with my name written on it.

Lucius Malfoy, Minister of Finance.

The entire conference room was silent, no one dared to speak, and the whole atmosphere was very depressing.

His Majesty Riddle is right in front of us. Who else would dare to speak unless he opens his mouth?

No matter how subtle the sound, even if it is transmitted through magic, it sounds like a loud shout in front of him.

They even tried to control themselves from looking into Tom's eyes and having any bad thoughts.

Otherwise, in front of a master of divine consciousness, nothing is a secret.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon all the seats in the conference room were filled.

Quietly waiting for the lecture from His Majesty Tom Riddle.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get to the point."

Tom's calm voice sounded, making everyone look serious.

Obviously, the matter is very important, and His Majesty doesn't even want to say a word of idle chatter.

"Some of our old friends are coming back." Tom Riddle tapped the table with his fingers and said in a flat tone.

Then, the names were read out one by one.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Grindelwald..."

Chapter 708: Dumbledore Disappears

At night, in the East End of London, there is no night bar.

London is still very prosperous at night, with people coming and going and bright lights and wine.

Flying cars are moving back and forth in the sky and on the ground.

To describe the place as bustling with traffic would be an understatement.

At this moment, in a relatively remote bar, some people were dancing, some were singing, and some were sitting in the corner drinking silently.

I saw a middle-aged man in gray casual clothes walking in the corner with a glass of wine in his hand.

Sitting very naturally next to a red-haired lady.

boom!