Hogwarts professor mixed in Marvel

call!

The sharp wolf claws rushing towards his face, the whistling sound of slapping, and the cruel eyes of the werewolf leader Fenrir.

Ian's eyes were calm, the red flame-colored runes on the dark black staff in his hand flickered slightly and were vaguely visible, and the muscles on his arms bulged slightly.

boom!

The French stick and the wolf's paw collided with each other. At the moment of the collision, they were guided to the right and walked to the other side.

Move to the side in a lightning-fast manner.

Then

A heavy blow to the werewolf's waist.

And when Fenrir waved his wolf claws, he clearly felt a resistance from the French stick. Although this resistance was not as good as his own, it was not small.

What made him unable to react was that the opponent obviously did not put up a strong resistance, but took advantage of the situation and used the French stick to set up his wolf claws and lead them to the right.

The first time I saw it, I naturally didn’t react.

Then, it paid a heavy price.

boom!

Copper head, iron bones and tofu waist are the characteristics that describe a wolf, and as a werewolf, Fenrir naturally cannot escape this characteristic.

His soft waist was hit hard with the French stick.

A sharp pain came from his mind, Fennir's eyes began to become bloodshot, and his face was distorted by pain.

Snapped!

Unable to control himself, Fenrir fell to the side.

After all, he was the leader of the werewolf. With his strong will, he subconsciously endured the severe pain from his waist and abdomen, and used his wolf claws to support the ground to prevent himself from falling completely to the ground.

However, the werewolves behind him did not have the same abilities as Fenrir.

Puff puff!

The students who were informed of the werewolf's weaknesses in advance naturally aimed at the werewolf's waist and abdomen early. After increasing their strength, they struck hard with a heavy blow. Most of the werewolves were directly knocked to the ground, and their legs and feet struggled unconsciously.

He even let out a miserable howl.

This made the werewolves behind also restrain their pace. After all, the tragic lesson of the companions in front was really impressive.

After falling to the ground, the students did not stop. They raised their French sticks slightly, and the magic power flowed. Red flame-colored chains began to appear from the top of the French sticks, and they continued to lengthen.

With a wave of the students, these chains fell to the ground, and in a lightning-fast manner, they tightly bound the werewolf who fell on the ground from beginning to end.

The wolf's claws and legs were all imprisoned on the ground, and they could only continue to struggle on the ground.

Then, they set their sights on the werewolf behind them.

At this time, these werewolves had stopped walking and were watching the group of young students cautiously.

It seems that they dare not start a fight easily.

"Kill, tear them to pieces!"

Fenrir's roar seemed to ignite the fuse of this war again.

After reacting to the pain, he glanced at the bound werewolves, anger bursting out of his eyes.

After roaring angrily, he waved his palm again and rushed towards Ian.

This time he planned to take advantage of the werewolf's high agility to fight.

As long as the other party is scratched by him and wolf poison enters his body, no matter what happens next, his life will be over.

Ian, who had retreated to distance himself, looked at Fenrir who was attacking him again. By observing the opponent's steps, he knew Fenrir's next rhythm.

Randomly, the boots on his feet began to shine with light cyan light, and a breeze faintly wrapped around his feet.

The wind is moving fast!

The speed suddenly increased, and Ian took strange steps, swung his long stick, and went up to fight with him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every time he swung his wolf claws at the opponent, most of them were dodged by the opponent's nimble steps, and occasionally he hit the opponent's body. However, the opponent's wizard robe shone with a pale golden light, and there was a stiff feeling from the wolf claws.

At the same time, every time the opponent swung the long stick in his hand and made contact with his arm or shoulder, a hot stinging sensation was sent from the wound to the brain.

Fenrir couldn't help but grin, covering up the pain.

Are these students wizards or magical creatures?

Don't use your good magic, just come and fight with their werewolves in close combat.

Moreover, there are magic equipment on his hands, feet, and clothes. This is not a fight, it is clearly throwing money at him.

If you want to see a werewolf, fight purely with your own sharp claws and tough hair.

Thinking of this, Fenrir couldn't help but show an angry look on his face.

Subconsciously, Daying felt a burning pain on his shoulder again, which made him feel a little sad inside.

This group of students are all wearing magic equipment, and their combat experience seems to be quite good.

Oh my god, the student opposite me who was less than twenty, apart from magic equipment, was obviously no match for me.

But the other party was covered in magic equipment and various protective measures, allowing him to fight him in a decent manner, even evenly matched.

Want to cry!

It's a triumph of fortune, an unfair fight.

The poor werewolf leader Fenrir cursed in his heart, but he had to step forward, waving his wolf claws and fighting with the opponent's magic long stick and protective wizard robe.

The wolf's claw failed, and the opponent once again dodged with steps that made him feel awkward. Taking this opportunity, Fenrir scanned the battlefield.

There was a sad look on his face.

Most of the dozens of werewolves he brought with him were still tied up and struggling on the ground, while the rest were also fighting with this group of students.

The results are not optimistic.

He saw with his own eyes a werewolf taking advantage of the opponent's inattention and clawing heavily at the opponent's face with his wolf claws.

Although the young wizard took several steps back uncontrollably, a pale golden mask suddenly appeared on his face, indicating that he was completely defensive.

At this moment, he wanted to vomit blood.

Damn wizard! Damn wizard! Damn wizard!

These wizards should all go to hell.

Full body protection from head to toe, which makes their most powerful werewolf weapon - wolfsbane completely useless.

Seeing this scene, for some reason, he had a strange idea in his heart.

Such a targeted and comprehensive defense.

Wouldn't they have been prepared long ago, knowing that people like them were coming?

However, he did not think about this idea for too long, because Ian on the opposite side once again swung his long stick and hit him hard, and then hit his waist and abdomen.

Damn it, just keep staring at my waist, right?

Cursing angrily in his heart, Fenrir waved his wolf claws, stepped heavily, dodged, and fought.

Sitting in the audience at this moment are Tom Riddle, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore and other wizards.

They stared at the group of students fighting the werewolves with their mouths agape.

"Headmaster, should Hogwarts also conduct close combat training?" Professor Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw and the dueling master, swallowed and asked in a low voice.

As duel masters, wizards' battles focus on dodging, matching spells, and formulating battle strategies.

And he was waving a stick and fighting with the man.

He seemed to have only seen it from giants.

Yes, the giant swung his club and struck his prey.

At this moment, Grindelwald, seeing this scene in the square, felt that the world was a little crazy.

He could understand the fact that he was covered in magic equipment. After all, Lockhart was a rich man and he knew it.

But wield a stick and fight the werewolf.

Well, this was the first time he had seen a wizard do this.

At this moment, a thought came into his mind:

How about letting Durmstrang and the students of Ilvermorny develop their melee combat skills?