Hogwarts professor mixed in Marvel

Chapter 550 Wu Finger Mountain, Dream Cage

Author: Desolate Stars

Chapter 550 Wu Finger Mountain, Dream Cage

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A subtle buzzing sounded and became more and more sharp.

The blood-red human-shaped phantom began to sway, and at the same time, the fierce blades inserted into various parts of the body gathered by the fire of hell became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Swallow!

eager!

Tom Riddle stood not far away, feeling the emotions coming from the fire of hell.

The number of fires in hell was getting smaller and smaller, and they were completely swallowed up.

Tom Riddle also clearly felt the crazy desire of the blood abyss insect like a wild beast.

Looking at the Blood Abyss Mist opposite, Tom Riddle not only did not have any worries or fear, but instead a strange light flashed in his eyes.

A crazy idea came to his mind.

He wanted to break free from Lockhart's shackles.

But the fire of hell cannot be eliminated no matter how it is.

But what I saw in front of me was this strange little blood-colored bug.

But it can, swallowing the fire of hell without any scruples.

Eventually, it still ended with death.

But Tom clearly discovered that as the other party continued to adapt, he could definitely swallow the fire of hell intact.

What does this correspond to?

The nemesis of Hellfire appeared.

And this gave Tom a possibility of freeing himself from his constraints.

God knows that in order to escape from the constraints and influence of the fire of hell these days, he is almost crazy, and the resources and materials he has consumed are countless.

but……

Looking at Voldemort's gaze opposite, he seemed to eat people.

Tom knew that it was probably impossible to get help from the other party.

Even if the other party agreed, he might have swallowed his own thoughts.

It's not the other party's fault. If it were him, he would have thought so.

After all, in this case, it will be of great benefit to whoever swallows.

Click! Click! Click!

A crackling sound rang out, and in just one or two seconds, Voldemort had already escaped from the shackles.

"Tom, what do you want to do?"

Tom didn't do anything to himself just now, and Voldemort didn't believe it for no reason.

It seemed like he felt that something good was going to happen, but it didn't seem very good either.

Step! Step! Step! Step!

Tom did not reply, and stepped forward directly, raised a long whip of flames with his right hand, wiggling with the wind.

Bang!

The long whip hit the blood-red body and passed through it with a bang.

Although he was a little surprised, he did not hesitate and waved his left claw that was wrapped around the fire of hell and grabbed the other party's heart.

Huh! Huh!

The flames expand highly, as if they were stimulated by some kind of fuel.

However, the left claw still passed through the blood-red figure, letting the fire of hell burn, and still did not make any moves.

No, he smiled.

Voldemort looked at Tom Riddle opposite him and showed a hideous and cruel smile.

Buzz!

The moment Tom grabbed Voldemort, the beeping sounds everywhere, and the blood-red mist around him began to spread along the arm towards Tom's limbs.

Tom seemed ready to get rid of it, but he felt a fierce force firmly grasping himself.

call!

The thoughts turned, and the fire of hell suddenly swelled, burning these blood-red arms and mist.

However, it seems that I have adapted to it long ago.

The Hell Fire, which could have burned the Blood Abyss worms back to ashes in an instant, seems to be a little powerless now.

After burning for a while, a burnt smell was faintly smelled.

This is the smell of the corpse.

What surprised Voldemort was that Tom did not seem to have any resistance.

No, it seems to be resisting, but it is not so dedicated.

It seems to be waiting for something.

This made Voldemort feel a little uneasy inside.

The scorching fire of hell is burning.

The blood-red blood abyss insects were constantly devouring.

He was adapting to this weird flame.

It was originally like the flame of heaven and earth, but now it seems to be just a flame.

It's a bit hot, a bit hot, but it doesn't seem to be dead.

Feeling the hell fire inside his body began to decay, a trace of light appeared in Tom's eyes.

Without hesitation, further stimulate, the fire of hell emits the last power.

He had no defense and handed over his life to the hands of Hellfire.

Let the fire of hell be protected.

This is a bet on life!

At the same time, we are also betting on our own path to freedom!

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

At this moment, Voldemort was a little surprised and suspicious. Tom seemed to be resisting, but he was not so attentive.

Are you asking for death?

No, he is definitely not such a person.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will survive tenaciously.

Voldemort thought silently inside.

However, there was no hesitation in action, controlling the blood abyss insects and continuing to devour the hell fire on the other party.

Just swallow the fire of hell.

That Tom was like a lobster with a shell.

He can enjoy the most delicious shrimp meat.

Yes, he was going to swallow Tom, just like Tom, trying to swallow him.

The two of them are of the same origin. As long as Voldemort swallows Tom, he can not only increase his strength, but even the Hell Fire controlled by the other party will not have a chance to control it.

How could Voldemort miss such a good thing?

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sharp buzz kept ringing, causing the Death Eaters behind him to cover their ears, trying to ban such noises.

However, these seem to be no match for their inner fear.

In their eyes, the originally invincible master seemed to be caught and bound by the blood-red figure.

The rising fire of hell on the original itself also became a little dim.

Even clear white bones can be seen vaguely.

How can this not make them feel fear?

Voldemort on the opposite side obviously became a madman. They could clearly sense the blood-red mist behind the other party contained tens of thousands of killings.

That is a number that cannot be counted.

Doing things under such a person can save your own destiny.

Why did they choose Tom before leaving Voldemort?

Isn’t it because Voldemort’s state is a bit unstable?

Now the state is even more unstable, which makes them not worried.

Just as they were nervously looking towards the battlefield, suddenly, the Death Eaters' pupils shrank.

They saw...

A slightly thinning colorful arm suddenly appeared from the sky, grabbing Tom Riddle.

Catch it out of the blood-red mist.

I saw a white bone gently holding in Qicai's arms, and strands of hell fire were emitting from the bones.

At this moment, Tom Riddle's heart changed, and his regret instantly appeared, and then he forced to hold it down.

What a pity.

He was almost exhausted from the fire of hell.

As long as he is exhausted, he can start the first step to break free from the constraints.

However……

Lockhart's rescue made him dispel this idea, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

He knew the other party's level of intake of divine consciousness, and he had even used it as a test subject before.

Therefore, you need to suppress any thoughts in your heart that you want to get out of order to ensure that you are not spy on it.

but……

What a pity, it's such a pity.

Just one step away from Lockhart and enjoy true freedom.

At this moment, Voldemort returned to his original body, staring at a colorful figure opposite with an ugly expression.

"Lohat!"

Voldemort gritted his teeth and pronounced this name.

It can be said that he has been played with by Lockhart in his hands. If he hadn't discovered it in time, he would have overturned the table.

I'm afraid they have become a puppet controlled by the other party now.

After leaving, he died at the other party once.

If he hadn't had the ceremony of resurrection, he would have really died long ago.

At this moment, Lockhart waved his wand lightly.

Tom Riddle slowly landed beside him, and his colorful arms turned into light spots and disappeared instantly.

"Voldemort, you recover so quickly." Lockhart kept saying.

In the dark, colorful light flowed in his eyes, and Lohart was constantly searching for Voldemort's line of fate and the medium of his resurrection.

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

But before leaving, some disasters must be resolved.

The first thing that was to bear the brunt was Voldemort.

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

Now I just want to seek revenge on myself and seek revenge on Kama Taj.

And this time I left, it was difficult to achieve the effect of returning in seconds.

Even, I don’t know how long it takes to come to Harry Potter’s world again.

There is no way, the system has specifically emphasized it.

In order to avoid the fate search of the world consciousness, causal exploration.

It is necessary to completely cut off the connection with the world and wait until the weather is calm before establishing a new connection.

In this way, time will fall into chaos again.

It is very likely that the Marvel World is one year, the Harry Potter World is one year, and it is also possible that the Marvel World is one year, and the Harry Potter World is only one year.

Time is chaotic, especially on the basis of no anchoring.

And Lohart was helpless about this.

There is no way, the other party is too big.

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

And it is an extraordinary world. I don’t know how many extraordinary races have fallen into destruction and then risen.

Its accumulation is huge, at least in Lockhart's eyes.

Now, the most important thing is to solve the scourge of Voldemort first.

The colorful light flashed in my eyes, and threads related to the fate of the life Voldemort came into my eyes.

It seems a bit difficult to find the medium of connection that wants to be resurrected.

Voldemort on the opposite side looked at Lohart without any action, but he felt a snooping feeling in his heart.

Is there any inference to this?

Without hesitation, Voldemort ordered all the blood abyss insects to attack Lohart.

OK, now Voldemort explodes with a stab.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

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

Voldemort, who was covered in blood, appeared again and walked straight towards Lockhart.

Step! Step! Step! Step!

The blood-red figure, with every step he takes, would make a clear sound mixed with the buzzing sound of the blood abyss insects.

Lockhart raised the wand in his hand expressionlessly and pointed forward gently.

Buzz!

A large number of colorful ice cones appeared on the back in an instant.

The cold air was so cold that at the same time, there was a faint ray of colorful light at the tip.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

Without hesitation, the magic wand pointed forward, and a large number of colorful ice cones shot towards Voldemort on the opposite side like bullets.

However, as Voldemort stretched out his wand, he turned slightly for several times.

The blood-red mist turned into a storm, swallowing all the ice cones.

I felt that the Blood Abyss worms ate all the magic power of the colorful ice cone.

Voldemort showed a smug smile on his face, looking at Lockhart's unchanging expression.

It seemed like I wanted to find a panic from Lockhart's expression.

"Lohart, why don't I leave first and not disturb your battle."

Seeing the battle scene just now, Tom Riddle couldn't help but jump and whispered.

Lockhart lowered his head slightly and looked at their eyes with a smile.

Seeing Tom gasping for breath, he seemed to be worried that his inner thoughts would be caught.

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

Lockhart said silently, without any intention of letting go of Tom Riddle.

How could he not know what this guy was thinking in his heart?

This guy is the Dark King, and he is also the Dark King if he complains about everything.

Lockhart never underestimated the other person.

The only place he arrived in time just now was because the fire of the Hell fire issued a warning.

Lockhart doesn't believe that the message that is about to dissipate has no reason.

"Okay, Lockhart." Tom Riddle said in a deep voice: "If you need anything, please mention it, I will definitely help you."

Lockhart nodded in denial and said nothing.

Time seems to have passed, but it seems that less than 10 seconds have passed.

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

Feeling the Blood Abyss worm adapting to Lohart's dream power again, Voldemort smiled a little and showed a hideous smile at Lohart.

Then……

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

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

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

The breath of death surrounds the heart.

He died because of this type of attack before.

I saw this attack again...

Almost instantly, Voldemort suddenly jumped back, and at the same time, his palms were closed, and the blood-colored mist seemed to be hit by some order, and it was crazy, wrapping the colorful beam of light.

The colorful beam successfully penetrated the blood-red mist and shot forward.

However, at this time, Voldemort had already jumped to the distance.

At this moment, Lohat was not angry at all, and silently stretched out his palm and gently pressed down.

boom!

A huge wave of air was pressing down from the sky and suddenly down.

A huge colorful palm suddenly appeared and pressed towards Voldemort.

Covering the blood-red fog.

Rumble!

A deafening sound appeared, Voldemort seemed to be pressed on the ground by the air pressure beside him, unable to move. Even if there was blood-red fog 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.

The surface of the mountain and the evil taste of Lockhart left a line of fonts

Wuzhishan!

Dream cage!

(End of this chapter)