Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

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A large number of fireballs fell from the sky like meteorites, the air was hot and the space was distorted.

A strong breath of death lingers around.

The werewolves on the ground of the square looked up and saw a large number of falling fireballs, and with their strong bodies, they desperately fled around.

And after the black Necromancers sensed the huge danger brought by the sky, they immediately wanted to use apparation to escape.

However, he was horrified to find that the majestic magic power above was affecting the fluctuations in the surrounding space.

At this time, the apparition will cause you to die faster.

He could only wave his wand quickly and cast defensive spells one by one.

"All protection!"

"All protection!"

"Armor protection!"

"..."

Over the square, defensive barriers of different colors emerged one after another.

On the surface of the black necromancer's body, light gold armor spells flickered one after another, further increasing the defense.

Compared with werewolves and black necromancers, Return of Souls is naturally the best.

With the special Constitution, it can be avoided to the greatest extent. Damage from fire and magic.

But despite this, the scorching breath and enormous pressure made them flutter around uneasy, and some even flew towards their current master, Voldemort, as if looking for safety.

Voldemort, who was the leader, looked at the large number of fireballs descending from the sky and the majestic magic power emitted.

He couldn't help taking a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed.

hum!

Voldemort stretched out his hand slightly, and a large amount of black mist came out of his body, spreading wildly around.

The yew wand in his hand raised slightly.

The black mist began to condense and rose upwards. Almost in the blink of an eye, the black mist condensed one after another, exuding black arrows that were dark, destructive, and killing.

Arrow of death!

Defense has never been his style, replacing defense with crazy attacks is his character.

And his goal is naturally not to defend the werewolves from the fireball above.

It's the students who are casting spells.

Dark creatures like werewolves die as soon as they die, and they can be recruited later.

But this group of students, it seems that Lockhart carefully cultivated, is a scourge.

I believe that these students died, Lockhart should be in pain.

With a flash of thought, he began to wave his wand, preparing to deliver the fatal blow.

However.

"Mr. Dark Lord, it seems that you have forgotten that your enemy is me!"

At some point, Lockhart was floating not far from Voldemort, and said calmly.

Hearing this, Voldemort looked at Lockhart's handsome face, which aroused his anger.

Without hesitation, with a slight flick of the wand, the direction of the black mist arrow began to turn, aiming at Lockhart.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Gently pressing down the wand in his hand, a large number of Black arrows exuding a breath of death shot towards Lockhart.

When Lockhart saw it, he just smiled and held out his wand at the same time.

With a slight swipe, he simply drew a red flame-colored line in front of him.

But in the blink of an eye, the red flame-colored lines instantly expanded, layer upon layer, continuously emerging and spreading.

Almost a second or two.

A red flame-colored wall engraved with a large number of strange lines appeared in front of Lockhart.

boom! boom! boom!

Black's arrows collided with the red flame-colored wall.

There were constant bangs, the arrows shattered into black mist, and cracks appeared on the wall.

And the dissipated black mist began to corrode the red flame-colored wall along the cracks.

Visible to the naked eye, in an instant, there are potholes on the wall.

Lockhart perceived a large amount of dark, cursed breath attached, raised his eyebrows, and waved his wand again.

The light of the runes on the wall of the red flame flowed, and a large amount of black mist was eliminated, or it escaped outward like a living being.

Seeing this, Voldemort didn't take it seriously, and lightly picked up and waved the wand in his hand, and the escaping black mist condensed again.

A new arrow of death reappeared, once again blasting at the wall in front of Lockhart.

Accompanied by a series of constantly thumping and cracking sounds, the cycle repeats.

Looking at the defensive barrier that was under attack, Lockhart nodded slightly.

However……

Corrosion, crumbling, weakening, death.

Feeling the abnormally rapid loss of magic power in his body, Lockhart frowned slightly.

A crazy version of Voldemort, with even more brutal methods.

He clearly felt a void curse from the opposite side entangled his soul and body.

Casting such a powerful curse in such a short period of time, Voldemort's own consumption will definitely not be low, and it is even possible to sacrifice himself.

Seeing the change in Lockhart's expression, Voldemort smiled cruelly.

Avada Kedavra!

Avada Kedavra!

...

It seemed that Lockhart was focusing most of his attention on the changes in his body.

Voldemort quickly waved the wand in his hand, and one after another of the killing spells shot towards the weak point of the defensive barrier.

boom!

A powerful life-killing curse instantly pierced through the scarlet flame-colored barrier, and a conspicuous big hole emerged.

Next, the following killing curses passed through the hole at lightning speed and shot towards Lockhart.

The death arrow in front was to test the weakness of Lockhart's defenses.

After almost figuring it out.

Then use the curse to drag Lockhart's energy.

It was a powerful death curse cast by sacrificing an arm.

at last……

It's time for his best death curse.

Death is Lockhart's only destiny!

Lockhart, I would exchange one arm for your life!

At the same time, Dumbledore and other necromancers were watching from behind.

Seeing Green's Death Curse flying towards Lockhart with a breath of death.

He couldn't help but took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Lockhart's next reaction.

At this moment, Lockhart had a perception of the difficult curse in his body and the many killing curses that surrounded his possible escape route.

I couldn't help laughing bitterly in my heart, but I was still careless.

The Dark Lord is worthy of being the Dark Lord, regardless of combat experience or timing, he is very accurate.

Originally thought that after many rounds of metamorphosis, his tyrannical strength was enough to crush the opponent.

But I didn't expect to fall into the pit because of my own carelessness.

It seems that, at all times, arrogance is the only enemy.

Immediately afterwards, Lockhart flicked his right hand slightly, and the wand disappeared.

The next moment, he folded his arms around his chest, forming a strange shape.

With the buzzing of the Sling Ring in your hand.

In front of Lockhart, it began to shake strangely like the surface of water.

Vaguely, it seemed that Lockhart had multiple phantoms.

Voldemort on the opposite side frowned when he saw it, wondering what kind of weird trick this was?

It can only infuse magic power further to make the death curse more powerful, fast, and deadly.

However, no matter how weird the magic is, after being hit by the killing curse, it will be vulnerable.

This is the death of the soul!

I saw that Lockhart seemed defenseless.

The Green Killing Curse that came from the lasing quickly pierced his body.

Moreover, many killing spells passed through in turn.

However……

Voldemort's eyes widened in astonishment.

Several death-killing curses passed through Lockhart's body in a daze.

But it seems like traveling through a phantom.

Over the body, continue to fly to the rear.

This... symbolizes the Death Curse, which is invalid!