Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 461 Fudge's Dreamland, Old Batty's Desire

Night, England, Birmingham.

As the second largest city after London, Birmingham has a population of millions, and it is brightly lit and extremely bustling at night.

At this moment, the bright moon casts soft moonlight on the earth.

Looking up, a brilliant picture of the starry sky came into view.

At least, that's how it looked in Fudge's eyes.

Now he is standing in front of a lake, looking up, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

It seems to have thought of something beautiful.

And not far away, Umbridge, as a confidant, looked at Fudge at this moment, and his heart was filled with slander.

She didn't understand why the minister was so nervous.

It would be fine if they found a hidden magic city or magic ruins.

But Birmingham, the British who do not know the city.

As for what?

And, no matter how you say it, isn't it just finding a Muggle city?

How come it seems to have found gold and silver treasures.

This was difficult for Umbridge to understand.

Although she thought so in her heart, the expression on her face matched Fudge at the moment, showing a congratulatory smile.

As if Fudge At the moment is re-elected as minister at this moment.

Hmph, I don't know anything else, she is very familiar with bragging and flattering.

Do you think she climbed up purely by being loyal and obedient?

No, she is very talkative, and she is proficient in people's hearts in the workplace.

The boss was overjoyed by her praise, and the subordinates were pulled and pushed by her, and tidied up obediently.

Even the competitors were left sarcastically by her.

But the next moment, she was stunned...

A seed glowing with a faint blue light floated from in front of Minister Fudge to the center of the lake, then to the sky, and flew even higher.

The blue light kept flickering and getting brighter.

The lake, which was originally glowing with a faint silvery white moonlight, began to shine with blue light.

call! call! call!

At this moment, Umbridge seemed to feel a breeze coming from afar.

But then, a tremendous pressure came, causing her face to change drastically.

The originally slightly rosy face suddenly turned pale.

Looking in disbelief at Fudge by the lake.

Such a strong mental power!

No, it's hard to describe how strong it is.

This is a spiritual force beyond imagination, as vast as the ocean.

At this moment, Umbridge firmly believed that it was difficult for even Dumbledore to possess such majestic spiritual power.

Looking at the familiar Fudge in front of him, Umbridge suddenly felt strange.

She has been following Fudge for the past few years, and she knows very well what kind of person Fudge is.

The strength is not too bad, but it is definitely not strong.

The reason why Fudge was able to become the Minister of Magic was partly because of his profound qualifications, and he could survive to the position of Minister of Magic.

On the other hand, it is because of his smooth personality that he is a typical politician.

It is enough to see from his cheeky writing to Dumbledore when he first became the Minister of Magic.

Later, he was willing to win over the pure-blood family, even Lockhart.

It can be called extremely smooth.

Let Umbridge himself learn a lot.

Well, how to climb from the staff of the Ministry of Magic to the position of Minister of Magic step by step!

Quite inspirational for Umbridge!

However, he felt the majestic spiritual power carefully.

For some reason, she could feel a sense of vulnerability.

This huge but fragile sense of conflict made Umbridge feel a little uncomfortable.

It seemed that it was different from what she imagined.

However, before she had time to think about it, a more shocking scene happened.

Above the lake, the blue light gathered, and an illusory phantom appeared.

In the phantom, there seemed to be grasslands, forests, cities, and moving creatures.

These are constantly transformed, distorted.

At this moment, Fudge stood in front of the phantom, gently waving the magic wand in his hand.

The magic wand drew a strange trajectory in midair, and the speed of phantom transformation was further accelerated.

And the majestic spiritual power constantly gathering above the head is also injected into the phantom that is twisting and changing.

Under Umbridge's gaze, the phantom of Blue began to take on other colors.

There are holy pure White, dazzling golden yellow, deep dark green, and even a dark color exuding the breath of death.

Standing not far away, looking at the colorful phantom, for some reason, a strong longing emerged in Umbridge's heart, and greed flashed in his eyes.

It seems that as long as he has the phantom not far away, he will be able to get everything.

call! call! call!

At this moment, Fudge was looking obsessively at the dream world in front of him, his breathing became very rapid, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm, excitement, and excitement.

With the continuous injection of spiritual power, the phantom gradually expanded and spread to the surrounding area.

And at the moment, Fudge seemed to wake up and waved his wand quickly.

Using his own mental power as an introduction, he began to adjust the mixed mental power fragments.

According to the teachings from Carter, Fudge began to shape the dream world according to a fixed ratio.

For the first casting, the space does not necessarily require a large space.

But it must be bright.

And the energy should be sufficient, it is best to have a certain nourishing effect on the spirit

Fudge secretly thought, while waving his wand one after another, changing directions.

Soon, the changes in the phantom began to shrink more and more.

At the same time, I saw Fudge also walking towards the middle.

hum!

At this moment, in Umbridge's eyes, Fudge's figure seemed to become a little unreal as he moved forward.

But it seemed to be infected, and Umbridge felt a heavy pressure in his heart.

call! call!

As for Fudge, he didn't put any support on Umbridge. He was now concentrating on adjusting the dream world, even if it was a miniature dream world.

He had a clear perception just now.

When the power of the dream world is loaded on itself.

The sense of security from the heart and the feeling of being full of strength make people obsessed.

He very much believes that at this moment, it is not a problem for him to beat 5, 6, or even 10 in the past.

This is the power of the dream world.

Even the tiny ones.

Fudge thought with some emotion in his heart.

However, he didn't think for long before immersing all his consciousness in the dream world.

Because of his own desire, he completed it alone without asking anyone else for help.

Relatively speaking, if you want to perfect the dream world, the best choice is naturally yourself.

And the miniature dream world just formed at this moment is quietly changing inside.

Towers are gradually formed one after another, and the colors are also different.

Some seem to be simple, some seem to be cast from bronze-colored metal, and some are entwined with various Green plants.

Among them, the height of each tower is uneven.

However, they all have common characteristics.

The closer to the core of the dream world, the higher the height of the tower.

And in the dream world, at the most central and core position, a huge tower towers up.

He is the most conspicuous, the tallest.

And this symbolizes the ambition deep in Fudge's heart.

He wanted to stand tallest among the crowd, see the farthest, and overlook everything.

And, others continue to defend him so that he can last for a long time.

Not far away, there was a corner that Fudge and Umbridge didn't notice.

There are two pairs of eyes silently watching what happened in front of them.

The eyes are from Principal Lockhart and Vice Principal Peggy Carter of Kamar-Taj.

"Lockhart, are you sure there will be no problem after the dream world floods?" Carter squinted his eyes, feeling that the perception came from Fudge's short-term change, and said with some emotion.

It's really drunk.

After having the dream world, Fudge seemed to be much more confident, and even some thoughts surfaced on his face.

And the reason behind this, Carter naturally knows.

This is true no matter which world you are in.

When the strength is strong, you want power, and you want more power.

And this is precisely what Carter is more worried about.

One, two, she can take it.

After all, there are many good players in Kamar-Taj. If you really encounter a solution, don’t you just have to deal with it?

But if it really goes according to Lockhart's original plan.

Promote all the dream worlds.

That.

It is equivalent to forcibly increasing the combat power of the entire necromancer world by more than several times.

Definitely the danger, Carter naturally knows.

When Lockhart heard it, he nodded with a smile and said, "Carter, don't worry."

"Any new order, it always comes at the blood of the old order."

"Chaos is a necessary part of recasting order."

"The dream world will bring initial changes to the necromancer world." Having said this, Lockhart deliberately paused, as if organizing the next words.

Then he said in a deep voice word by word: "Similarly, it is also the guarantee for Necromancer to stand firm in the New World!"

"Don't forget, who are we?"

Ministry of Magic, Office of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Division.

Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, half-lyed on his seat, squinted his eyes, and seemed to be enjoying this comfortable rest time.

To be honest, he was not used to this kind of life at first.

But there is no way, reality is not like a story, it really happened when it happened.

If you do something wrong, you have to admit punishment.

However, deep down in my heart, I still feel a little bit regretful.

after all

He was once just one step away from being Minister for Magic.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

Thinking of this, old Barty Crouch couldn't help but twitched.

Quickly change your mind, try to maintain inner peace and rest as much as possible.

While Barty Crouch was resting, suddenly

puff! puff! puff!

Green's light flickered, and two familiar figures appeared in front of the magic fireplace.

This made old Batty's eyes widen involuntarily, observing in detail.

One of these two figures is tall and the other is short.

Gao is wearing a black necromancer robe, with blond hair and green eyes, and various magical equipment on his neck and wrists.

The short one, on the other hand, was wearing a tight-fitting black suit and leaning on a civilized stick, which looked even a little funny.

It is a fairy.

What surprised old Barty Crouch was that he clearly saw that the relationship between the two was obviously dominated by goblins.

In this way, old Batty couldn't help but feel a little surprised, nervous, and even drummed.

As the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department.

For office needs, the magic fireplace in his office is specially made.

In short, Floo networks from other countries are acceptable, and necromancers from other countries can reach the UK directly through certain methods.

Definitely, this is used in emergency situations, or to convey some very tight messages.

In such a scene, Old Batty was keenly aware that the next thing might be very important.

Otherwise, the goblin stood in front of the necromancer, leading the necromancer, such an unbelievable thing, he could actually see it?

"Director Batty is not good, not good." The American necromancer Nalm said in a slightly panicked tone: "The Grindelwald invasion, the current Magic Congress, is at stake."

Having said that, Nalm's tone was full of prayers.

"Look, when can I meet Minister Fudge?"

"Also, what should we do about Grindel's invasion?"

"Can you ask Dumbledore to come over and give some pointers? After all, he once expelled Klindelwald."

The goblin at the side didn't have much expression on his face, but just watched this scene indifferently.

Naturally, the more intense the necromancer fights, the better.

For goblins, this is good news.

Definitely, it would be for the best if Grindelwald didn't attack the goblins.

At this moment, the old Barty Crouch couldn't help but click his tongue secretly after hearing what the American necromancer Nalm said.

He had heard about Grindelwald's reappearance in the necromancer world early in the morning.

But he never expected that the Magic Congress of the United States would be on the verge of collapse because of Grindelwald.

It has to be said that a necromancer with the title of Dark Lord must not be underestimated.

Thinking of the Dark Lord, old Barty couldn't help but twitch in his heart, his hapless son.

Shaking his head slightly, he glanced at the goblin next to him, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I understand what you're saying."

"We now need to know more about the situation on the ground."

"Narm necromancer, please tell me, what is the current situation in the American necromancer world?"

"Which part did Grindelwald actually do?"

And when old Batty's voice fell, the goblin Kato stepped forward and said immediately: "Dark Lord Grindelwald has occupied Ilvermorny and enslaved the students inside."

"At the same time, not long ago, there was an attack on the Magic Congress, but with the hard work of the necromancers, they finally successfully resisted the invasion."

"However, the Speaker of the Magic Congress was severely injured due to the fierce battle with Grindelwald, so he is temporarily unable to handle affairs, and now the deputy speaker, Lord Chenos, is in charge of the affairs."

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Listening to the introduction of the goblin Katu, and the necromancer added from time to time.

Old Batty's face became more and more serious.

As the former head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, his vision still exists.

According to the expressions of goblins and necromancers, the current Magic Congress is at a disadvantage as a whole, and is even on the verge of extinction.

If there is nothing false in it, then it is really dangerous.

"Now, the necromancer and the goblin have united to resist the invasion of the Dark Lord Grindelwald."

Hearing this, Old Batty's eyes suddenly froze, and he found something weird.

There are some words that a necromancer can say.

But it is absolutely impossible for the goblin to speak!

(end of this chapter)