Hogwarts professor mixed in Marvel

Chapter 548 Voldemort and the Fire of Hell

Author: Desolate Stars

Chapter 548 Voldemort and the Fire of Hell

Demstrong, Germany.

"Damn it!"

“Why has it never been mentioned in past history?”

"It not only has a targeted effect on the soul, but also can transform the human body, and the life span is almost infinitely extended."

"Hellfire...what is this!"

In the spacious laboratory, a dark red hellfire burned in the air.

Tom Riddle walked around the fire of hell, and words of curses, surprise, and even fear appeared on his lips.

Of course, the quill pen next to it will automatically filter out some irrelevant words, leaving behind the owner's real research experience on the fire of hell.

At this moment, the more Tom Riddle studied the fire of hell, the more difficult it became, and even a little desperate.

He understood the contract and had a foundation in research before.

The ideas of interruption, hiding, simulation, transfer, etc. are enough to allow him to conduct various experiments and find ways to get rid of Lockhart.

But the hell fire in front of you is really too difficult to deal with. It is simply parasitized in the depths of your soul. Any move that wants to escape will only cause the hell fire to start burning.

The feeling of putting the soul into the crusher, the feeling of heat, as if every thought and every trace of energy in your soul should be burned as new firewood.

It's really unforgettable.

When Tom Riddle thought of it, his body trembled and his face became ugly.

Damn Voldemort, a damn bastard, he was almost successful. As long as he escaped from Lockhart's control, he would be able to fly.

Even joining forces with Voldemort against Lockhart, there is no problem

Well, well, if Tom Riddle is really out of control, I'm afraid the first thing to do is to swallow Voldemort.

Only after swallowing Voldemort can we better deal with Lockhart.

call!

The thought arose, and suddenly, it seemed that I had noticed something. The fire of hell in the depths of my soul began to shake, as if it was warning, or notifying some information.

"What's wrong with the school recently?"

Tom Riddle asked directly after summoning a house elf.

"Master...Master." He frowned and kept thinking about an elf in his ragged clothes, as if he was recalling all the abnormal things.

But at the end, he shook his head and said to Tom Riddle: "No exception, master."

Seeing this, Tom Riddle waved his hand again and drove out the house elf.

Bang!

He snapped his fingers gently, and in an instant, a dark red hell fire emerged.

A dark red color appeared in the pupils of both eyes, and the fire shone on Tom Riddle's gloomy face.

Is there any danger?

It has to be said that although this fire of hell is difficult to get rid of, it is indeed useful.

The fire of hell just now showed warning, and it was impossible that there was no reason.

The thoughts turned, and Tom Riddle waved his wand casually.

Whoosh!

The black shadow flashes, and the phantom moves.

The next moment, Tom Riddle appears at the tip of Demstrand Castle.

The sky is blue, but the cold wind blows. At first glance, large patches of white appear before your eyes.

Thick snow covers the castle, grassland, plains.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

The dark red hell fire emerged and kept beating.

Tom Riddle silently closed his eyes and incorporated his spirit into the fire of hell, and used the power of the fire of hell to sense potential dangers.

Buzz!

The fire of hell was beating wildly, as if he noticed some danger coming, but he didn't know where it originated.

After a while, Tom Riddle slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

Following his sight, you could vaguely see a blood-colored trace mixed with the white space in the distance, quietly emerging.

Bang!

The wand waved hard, and with a bang, a dark green firework exploded in the sky.

A picture of a skull intertwining with a snake appears in the sky.

Death Eater's Seal!

Immediately afterwards, it seemed like something was sensed?

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Around Tom Riddle, at the top of the castle, black shadows appeared on various positions.

Death Eaters from the Pure Blood Family!

"Owner……"

A Death Eater in a black robe asked hesitantly.

He was a little curious, and the master asked them to do something.

But before he could finish his words, Tom Riddle slowly raised his arm, pointing the tip of the magic wand at the direction where the red mist appeared in the distance.

All the Death Eaters looked in the direction of their wand.

A red mark appeared on the originally snow-white earth. The mark was not big, and it even looked like a line from a distance.

But all the Death Eaters couldn't help swallowing, their eyes filled with shock.

Most of them are pure-blooded wizards, with sensitive intuition and mastering profound magic.

Such a strong killing fluctuation, the vast red fog came into view.

They did not escape, but the master in front of them was supporting them.

"Let me go and meet my old friend!"

Tom Riddle felt a familiar breath from it, a cold smile appeared on his face, and said indifferently.

As the words fell, the dark shadow flashed and Tom Riddle's figure disappeared.

The other Death Eaters looked at each other and seemed to know who the old friend they were talking about was.

His face suddenly froze, but as a Death Eater waved his wand, he moved his phantom, following Tom Riddle.

The other Death Eaters followed one after another.

At this time, hesitation is likely to mean betrayal.

And the result of betrayal is here, only "death" can be washed away.

Outside the gate of Demstrong.

More than a month ago, the battlefield of the three-party war between Voldemort, Tom Riddle and Grindelwald still existed.

On the ground, there are still holes, the remaining hell fire and dark magic that can dispel the flying snow falling in the sky.

Here, Tom did not clean it up.

It’s not that he was too lazy to clean up, but that he kept the battlefield and gave himself a reminder.

Most people in this world are not fools.

Even if the preparations were made before, there were even several plans.

However, when the other party's interests are touched, it is difficult to calculate again when a person becomes suspicious.

He had suffered this loss before, thinking that Voldemort would compromise even if he knew about it.

After all, Grindelwald and Lockhart, including Dumbledore, are their enemies.

I never thought that the other party would directly choose to turn over the table.

If he hadn't had the fire of hell, he would have been swallowed by the other party long ago.

In other words, this is the real him, and he will never wait to die in any state.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

The cold wind whistled, the blood-red mist was approaching, and a strong murderous aura came from the front.

Tom Riddle looked silently at the picture of the lion behind him, with a solemn face.

The palm stretched forward slightly.

The next moment...

boom!

The hot fire of hell rushed out, and the blood-colored mist swept suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)