Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

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 black magic stick in his hand flickered slightly, faintly visible, and the muscles on his arms bulged slightly.

boom!

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

Go around in a lightning-fast way.

Then

Hit the werewolf hard in the waist.

And when Fenrir swung his wolf claws, he obviously 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 in time was that the opponent obviously did not put up a strong resistance, but took advantage of the situation to set up his own wolf claws with the French stick and lead them to the right.

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

Then, it paid a terrible price.

boom!

Copper head, iron bone and tofu waist are the characteristics that describe a wolf, and Fenlier, who is a werewolf, cannot escape this characteristic.

His soft waist was hit hard by the baguette.

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

Snapped!

Unable to control it, Fenrir fell to the side.

After all, he was the leader of the werewolf. With his strong will, he subconsciously resisted the severe pain from his waist and abdomen, and supported the ground with wolf claws so that he did not fall completely to the ground.

However, the werewolves behind him didn't show Fenrir the ability like Fenrir.

puff! puff! puff!

The students who were informed of the werewolf's weakness in advance naturally aimed at the werewolf's waist and abdomen early on. After increasing their strength, they gave a heavy blow. Most of the werewolves were directly knocked down to the ground, and their legs and feet struggled subconsciously.

There was even a painful howl.

This made the werewolf behind stop his pace, after all, the tragic lesson of his companions in front was really impressive.

After falling to the ground, the students didn't stop. They raised the magic sticks lightly in their hands, and the magic power flowed. Red flame-colored chains began to emerge from the top of the sticks, and they were constantly extended.

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

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

Immediately afterwards, they set their sights on the werewolf behind.

At the moment, these werewolves had stopped walking, watching the group of young students cautiously.

It seems that he 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 from the pain, he glanced at the bound werewolves, and anger burst from his eyes.

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

This time he is going to take advantage of the werewolf's high Agility to fight.

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

Ian, who had already retreated and opened the distance, looked at Fenrir who was attacking him again, and observed the opponent's pace slightly, so he knew Fenrir's next rhythm.

Randomly, the boots on his feet began to flash a light blue light, and a breeze faintly wrapped around his feet.

Go fast!

With a sudden increase in speed, Ian took a strange step, swung his stick, went up to him, and fought with him.

boom! boom! Snapped! Snapped!

Every time he swung the wolf claws towards the opponent, he was mostly dodged by the opponent's sensitive steps, and occasionally hit the opponent's body, but the opponent's mage necromancer robe shone with a light gold light, and the wolf claws felt a stiff feeling.

At the same time, every time the other party swung the long stick in his hand and made contact with his arm or shoulder, a hot tingling sensation came from the wound to the brain.

Fenrir grinned involuntarily, hiding the pain.

Are these students necromancers or magical creatures?

Don't cast good magic, come to melee with their werewolves.

Moreover, the hands, feet, and clothes are all equipped with magic equipment. This is not a battle, it is clearly a waste of money.

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

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

Subconsciously, Daying felt a burning pain on his shoulder again, which made him feel a little desolate in his heart.

This group of students is wearing magic equipment, and their combat experience doesn't seem to be bad.

Oh my god, the student who is less than 20 on the opposite side, aside from magic equipment, is obviously not his opponent.

But the opponent is covered in magic equipment and various protective measures, allowing him to fight with himself in a decent manner, even on par.

want to cry!

It's a victory for fortune, an unfair fight.

The poor leader of the werewolves, Fenrir, cursed in his heart, but he had no choice but to step forward again, wielding his wolf claws and the opponent's magic staff, and fighting in protective necromancer robes.

The wolf claws missed, and the opponent dodged again with awkward steps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fenrir scanned the battlefield.

There was a sad look on his face.

Of the dozens of werewolves I brought, more than half were still tied and struggling on the ground, and the rest were also fighting with the students.

And the result is not optimistic.

He saw with his own eyes a werewolf grabbing heavily at the opponent's face with his wolf claws while the opponent was not paying attention.

Although the young necromancer took several steps back uncontrollably, a light gold mask suddenly appeared on his face, indicating that he was completely defensive.

At this moment, he wanted to vomit blood.

Damn necromancer! Damn necromancer! Damn necromancer!

These necromancers should all go to hell.

The whole body is protected from the beginning to the end, which makes their most powerful weapon of the werewolves - wolf poison, completely useless.

Seeing this scene, for some reason, a strange thought came to him.

Such a targeted comprehensive defense.

Wouldn't they have been prepared a long time ago, knowing that people like themselves are coming?

However, I didn't think about this idea for too long, because Ian on the opposite side swung his long stick again and slammed it at himself, and hit his waist and abdomen again.

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

Cursing furiously in his heart, Fenrir waved his wolf claws, stomped, dodged, and fought.

Tom Riddle, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, who are sitting in the auditorium at the moment, are necromancers.

He stared dumbfounded at the group of students fighting the werewolves.

"Principal, do you want melee training at Hogwarts too?" Dean La Wen Keluo, dueling master Professor Flitwick swallowed, and asked in a low voice.

As dueling masters, necromancers' battles focus on dodging steps, matching spells, and formulating battle strategies.

And wielding a stick to fight with men.

He seems to have only seen it from the titan.

Yes, the titan swings a big stick and smashes at its prey.

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

He can understand that he is covered in magic equipment. After all, he knows that Lockhart is a local tyrant.

But wielding a stick and fighting werewolves.

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

At this moment, a thought came to his mind:

Do you want Durmstrang and the students of Ilvermorny to cultivate the quality of melee combat?