Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 442 Grindelwald's provocation, the student who fought close to the werewolf

Rumble!

The defensive cover shattered, and gray light spots swayed around.

The fireball fell heavily on the square.

Since the sky fire descended and broke through the defensive cover, it had already been successfully cast.

Facing the Death Eaters who quietly gathered in teams, it was difficult for Ian and others to adjust.

In other words, these were calculated by the Death Eaters based on their own experience.

Powerful magic may exert influence and control in the early stage, but after it has been formed, especially the magic that has been cast halfway, unless it is a top necromancer like his master.

Otherwise, it can only exert a certain influence at most, and it is difficult to control it smoothly.

Facing the students who were not even 20 years old, this group of black necromancers who were over half a century old had already calculated the most effective way to avoid them.

call! call!

The fireball fell on the square, and large pits appeared one after another, and the dust filled the surroundings with waves of heat.

And the black necromancers who had prepared a strong defense spell for themselves early, instantly increased the output of magic power, turning gray and even close to the black defense cover. Start blinking.

Forcibly resisting the falling hot fireball.

boom!

The fireball shattered and flames filled the air.

The cursed black necromancers instantly showed blue veins on their faces, and some even began to bleed from the corners of their mouths, eye sockets and ears.

After all, dozens of necromancers jointly performed it, even if most of the attacks were missed, the remaining ones could not be easily blocked by a single black necromancer.

However, when the dust dissipated from the battlefield, the heat wave brought the dust all over the sky to the edge of the square, rushing towards the auditorium.

After Tom Riddle saw it, he frowned slightly, and waved his wand casually.

The ink green barrier flickered slightly, and in mid-air, it seemed that a breeze was blowing, offsetting the heat wave, and the dust fell as if it was still.

Dumbledore glanced at him, didn't say much, and focused on Lockhart's students and Death Eaters.

"Albus, Lockhart is really good at training students, can you tell me how long it has been since Lockhart trained the squib to become a necromancer?" Grindelwald's provocative voice sounded in his ear: "To be honest, I'm really curious. "

Dumbledore didn't reply, as if he didn't hear.

And Grindelwald continued.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Albus." Grindelwald's tone was full of surprise and curiosity: "The magic performed by this group of students actually resonated in power, at least tenfold."

"In this, the idea of ​​meditation should have played a big role." Grindelwald's analysis made Dumbledore subconsciously nod slightly, but then stopped.

Although the movement was very slight, Grindelwald, who had been paying attention, seemed to be interested in it all of a sudden, and continued to analyze: "I feel the breath of meditation, and the magic power of this group of students tends to be of the same nature."

"It seems that the emergence of meditation not only has a profound impact on squibs, but also brings great changes to necromancers who cast magic."

Having said that, Grindelwald seemed to have thought of something, and added as if watching a good show.

"Albus, what do you think the pure-blood family will do if they know this?"

"And Hogwarts, is there any plan to popularize meditation?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore frowned slightly.

Of course he knew the meaning behind Grindelwald.

Several necromancers who practice meditation can cast magic together in a certain way, and the power will increase by more than 10 times

There is no doubt that unless it is a top necromancer like him, other Aurors like Mad-Eye Moody would not dare to face it.

In the past, this was a trick enough to be a family heritage.

Every time you use it, you will pay a high price.

But looking at the appearance of this group of students, it seems to be the same as usual.

Does this mean that this method of casting spells has become the norm.

If the pure-blooded family knew about it, it would be strange not to pursue it crazily.

This is simply the best way to maintain the pure blood status.

Turning his mind around, Dumbledore did not reply to any of Grindelwald's words, but continued to focus on Ian and other necromancer students.

Above the square, the heat wave weakened and the dust gradually descended.

It can be seen vaguely that there are large pits one after another on the surface of the square, and each pit and its surroundings are covered with flames.

Around the group of black necromancers, there were scattered flames on the ground, but otherwise everything was the same as before.

However, seeing the pale faces of the black necromancers and the blood splattered from the corners of their mouths, one knew that it was not easy for these black necromancers to resist.

"The whirlwind sweeps away!"

"The whirlwind sweeps away!"

Several black necromancers cast spells to further sweep away the dust and clear their vision.

at the same time

Woo! Woo!

The werewolf raised its head and roared, before the dust had completely settled, it suddenly rushed towards Ian and other students.

The necromancer's magic is strong, but when it comes to close combat, unless it is a titan, no one can compare to their werewolves.

Ian, Remy and others didn't panic when they saw the werewolf coming directly

Only a very calm voice was heard: "The last time the top 15 melee fighters stepped forward and fought with the werewolf, be careful not to be bitten by it."

"The rest stepped back, ready to cast the spell again."

After hearing Ian's familiar voice.

Fifteen young male necromancers walked forward, and most of these young necromancers were relatively strong.

Vera and Wanda backed away.

Ian and Remy took the lead, leading 15 necromancers who are good at close combat, and walked forward slowly.

They quickly closed their palms, and then pulled them outward.

Sparks seemed to splash in all directions, and black magic sticks wrapped with red flame runes appeared in his hands one by one.

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The wand disappeared quietly, and Ian and the others held the hard sticks tightly in their hands.

The pace began to speed up, rushing towards the werewolf.

To be honest, seeing the actions of Ian and others, Fenrir, the leader of the werewolves, had a look of astonishment in his eyes.

Fighting with them wolves, these students wouldn't be crazy.

Then, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Since these students want to die, let him send them to see Death God.

Woo!

There was no hesitation, and after a long howl, Fenrir rushed towards Ian and the others with the werewolf behind him.

At the same time, a group of necromancer students in the back began to wave their wands in unison, and their target was the black necromancers in the back.

boom!

Ian, the leader, slammed the leader of the werewolves, Fenrir, with a club.

Due to the weak stereotype of the necromancer in the past, Fenrir was still very disdainful at first.

However, when the French stick landed on his shoulder, the red light flickered, the weight increased sharply, and he was hit hard. With a click, the bones seemed to split, and blood began to ooze out.

"Damn it!"

Enduring the severe pain, Fenrir cursed and swung himself to scratch Ian's face.

His wolf claws have already hidden wolf poison, and ordinary necromancers will be severely injured if they are hit, and there is a very high probability that they will be corroded by wolf poison and become a werewolf

McGonagall and other professors subconsciously exclaimed when they saw this scene.

They have heard of the reputation of the werewolf leader Fenrir, and Ian on the opposite side is a young necromancer under the age of 20.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

(end of this chapter)