Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 483 Dumbledore Blacken?

hum!

Mo Green's goblin eyes kept blinking, releasing one after another very secret spiritual ripples.

Covering the second resident of the Magic Congress, it continued to spread outward.

Every goblin who enters the residence of the Magic Congress will unconsciously show a comfortable smile on his face, as if he is returning home.

The necromancer, who was traveling with this, did not seem to have any induction.

"Moore, the magic guns you researched for this mission played a big role."

"Haha, indeed, the saint on the opposite side was clearly headshot before he could stop him."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's too miserable."

"Hahaha"

On the road leading to the residence of the Magic Congress, three necromancers and a goblin were talking and laughing.

When it comes to killing saints, especially headshots, the laughter is even more constant.

No one can see that they seem to have known each other for less than a month.

"Bang bang bang!"

The tall and thin necromancer Ram made a gesture of a pistol and shot into the distance, simulating the sound of magic gun shooting in his mouth.

"Haha, goblins are indeed the race that is best at alchemy. I remember that some necromancers also studied Muggle pistols, but they all failed."

Ram made a joke, and praised without hesitation.

This made the goblin Moore couldn't help but look up, feeling very proud.

The 2 necromancer teammates next to him, after hearing this, also praised one after another.

During this period of time, with the blessing of the goblin magic guns, the battle of the necromancers is like a tiger with wings added.

Originally, they were at a disadvantage in the battle with the saints, but now, the two sides are evenly matched, and they even vaguely have the upper hand.

In this, the goblins contributed a lot, especially their magic guns, which played a key role.

The biggest feature of magic guns is the various bullets refined by fairies.

It can be said that every bullet is quite a curse.

They are necromancers, and every time they cast a spell, they need to recite the spell.

Only a very few elite necromancers cast spells silently.

And goblins rely on magic guns, and almost every goblin can master this ability comparable to that of elite necromancers.

Fast and powerful casting.

What is even more terrifying is about consumption.

The necromancer needs to consume mana to cast a spell.

But magic guns consume so-called fairy gems.

what does that mean?

In a sense, the goblin only needs to carry a sufficient number of goblin gems.

Then it is completely possible to cast eternal spells.

Definitely, the reality cannot be so exaggerated, but there is no doubt that the goblin's frontal combat ability has been greatly strengthened.

Especially when the number of goblins accumulates to a certain scale.

Dozens, even hundreds of firearms fired bullets continuously like a violent storm.

that power.

Tsk tsk tsk, Ram has seen it before, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that it will destroy the world, but it is absolutely not inferior to the top black magic that the Dark Lord once burned the entire Paris--Dark Fiend!

That power, that lethality, just thinking about it briefly, Ram couldn't help but feel hot inside.

So, the conversation changed slightly, and he began to inquire about the news: "Moore, you Uncle is a famous elf master. How is the latest research on magic guns suitable for necromancers?"

"Do you need any tests?"

"Our team can fully meet your Uncle's requirements."

Speaking of this, a fawn smile could not help appearing on Lahm's face.

Because of the different nature of magic power, the magic guns researched by goblins are currently only applicable to goblins.

But now the Magic Council and a group of goblin alchemists are working together to overcome this problem.

The purpose is to make human necromancers like goblins, and can also use magic guns without hindrance.

As soon as the voice fell, the two necromancer teammates on the side also raised their ears one after another, with expectant expressions on their faces.

Although the experimental product does not sound good on the surface.

But when you really hold a magic gun in your hand.

Well, it smells so good!

After hearing this, the goblin Moore straightened her chest, with a proud expression on her face, and said in a confident tone as she walked towards the gate, "Don't worry, I'll leave this matter to me."

"When my Uncle has any research results, I will use them on our team as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Mo Green's goblin eyes kept blinking.

They passed the judgment and entered the residence of the Magic Congress.

Definitely, they didn't feel the judgment of Fairy Eyes at all.

But what they didn't realize was that after they entered the congressional residence, a white light flashed slightly. Then it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

If you didn't pay attention all the time, at first glance, you would really think that you were dazzled.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood in the hall of the Congress, watched as he left Moore's team, and then turned his head to look at the goblin eyes that were still blinking.

He couldn't help shaking his head slightly, as if sighing.

But if you are familiar with the presence of Dumbledore Grindelwald, you will know that your old friend seems to be shaking his head and sighing, but in fact he is full of anger and killing intent.

Well, at the beginning, I and he were walking on two paths, we were both sighing, but there was no hesitation, only firmness.

His sigh, the one who sighed was not his enemy, but himself.

What he sighed was that he was going to kill again and do things against his own heart.

The expression of sighing gradually changed, the expression gradually became firm, and then returned to the previous kindness.

Finally, take another look at the fairy eyes that are still blinking.

The coldness and killing intent could not be stopped in the eyes.

Then, without hesitation, he walked towards the top floor of the resident with firm steps.

he wants to see

What on earth do the Speakers of the Magic Congress, members of parliament, eat?

Although this kind of mental change is subtle, he doesn't believe that these elite necromancers who came from Congress can't detect it.

Just hope, they really haven't noticed for some reason.

Don't get along, don't.

Otherwise, he didn't want to be stained with the blood of necromancers, and he didn't want to hear the wailing of their souls at midnight.

New York, Magic Congress headquarters.

The once congressional headquarters are now in ruins.

There are large and small stones everywhere, as well as potholes on the ground, which seem to prove that there was a very fierce battle here.

It stands to reason that no one cares about such ruins, after all, there is nothing to see.

But is there a saint organization apparating here, staying for a while before turning around and leaving.

They came here not to see the scenery, but to feel how powerful their current leader is.

The Congress headquarters, which was comparable to a magical fortress, was destroyed by Grindelwald alone, although there were elements of a sneak attack, and it was reduced to ruins.

This inspired the hearts of the saints, and also dealt a great mental blow to the necromancers of the Magic Congress in the early days.

Here is the pride of the saints, which greatly demonstrates their self-confidence.

The once great leader is back, and even, he's even stronger now.

On the edge of the ruins of rubble, there were several empty and transparent figures standing together, watching all this with cold eyes.

They are Ghost, former magical MPs.

Every Ghost has a reason to stay in the world.

Their standing here means that their reason is related to the Magic Congress.

In other words, their deaths are closely related to the Magic Council.

Most Ghosts died in the struggle for power and unwillingness of ambition.

When they witnessed the destruction of the Magic Congress with their own eyes, they naturally dissipated.

And those who stayed, naturally had their reasons.

"Puton, what are those ghosts doing?" The saint, who was stepping lightly on the ruins, asked his friend beside him.

And his good friend Puton glanced at the Ghost that his friend said, and then turned back with disdain. Closing his eyes, he said impatiently, "What can some ghosts who cannot touch matter do?"

He is now closing his eyes to feel the traces left by the great leader Grindel, who cast spells in this ruins.

Such a message circulated among the saints.

The reason why the great leader, Lord Grindelwald, regained his strength quickly and even became stronger than before, the meditation method played a key role in it.

Although I don't know if it's true or not.

But it is said that there are traces of the leader in the remains of the ruins, as long as you pay attention, you can definitely peep from it.

In fact, some people have already done this, so there are many necromancers, and they continue to come.

For them, it is not important whether they are ghosts or not, the most important thing is to be able to follow their masters and realize their dreams.

Sure enough, Puton's voice fell, and the teammates next to him felt very reasonable, so they stopped talking to the group of Ghosts.

At this moment, Ghost gradually started to act.

They wandered on the edge of the Magic Congress, gradually forming a circle of huge amounts of.

However, none of the necromancers seem to care, perhaps the long-standing belief that Ghost is harmless is affecting their judgment.

When they stood in a circle, the transparent figure seemed to gradually flash, as if walking into reality from illusion.

At this moment, the saints standing in the ruins didn't seem to notice anything.

They are still comprehending the traces of magic left in the ruins.

hum!

At some point, the ground of the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, which had been reduced to ruins, faintly glowed with silver and white light.

Immediately afterwards, red flame, black green, starry sky blue and other colors flickered.

With the full activation of the magic circle, the magic power began to surge, and many saints gradually opened their eyes, looking at the Ghost on the edge of the ruins in disbelief.

And the Ghost at this moment, no, it should be said that the Ministry of Magic elite Aurors and councilors disguised as Ghosts have no hesitation.

Raising the magic wand in his hand high, he waved it vigorously, and the magic power in his body surged and flowed into the magic circle on the ground.

The Magic Council, as a former war fortress, was once destroyed by Grindelwald, but many things still exist.

For example, the current one still exists because of the sneak attack by Grindelwald before, and it was too late to activate the magic circle.

And this magic circle, the only function is to

Break the devil!

call! call! call!

At some point, the entire ruins covered by the magic circle began to blow with gusts of wind.

After many necromancers sensed it, their expressions suddenly changed.

The magic power of the area they were in began to rise, but at the same time it became more chaotic, like a stormy sea.

Chaos, disorder, agitation!

Wanting to cast a spell, I was a little careless and failed to control the surging magic power, which led to the failure of casting the spell.

This is to break the magic, through the high-frequency disturbance of magic power, to cut off the link of the necromancer to magic.

It belongs to the top control magic circle.

Moreover, this thing does not distinguish between enemy and friend.

But it's perfect for these enemies of Congress—the saints.

"kill!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The leading necromancer yelled loudly, and a dozen goblins stood out from the side of the necromancer one after another, holding magic guns tightly in their hands, and kept shooting at the saints.

Gunshots continued, and the probability of hitting the saints seemed not low.

But for some reason, almost none died.

Most of them were injured.

The leading Auror director, Summer, was a little anxious.

This magic circle is the only magic circle that they have discovered in the past few days incarnation of Ghost, which is still usable and maintains its full power.

The current saints have lost their ability to cast spells, and they have no power to restrain chickens, which is proof.

But, are these goblins just eating?

Before, he killed the saints very fiercely, but now, he is impotent.

Or.

A certain possibility came to mind, Auror Director Summer's eyes were gloomy, and the eyes that looked at the group of goblins beside him became more and more dangerous.

Now that the goblin is united with the necromancer, things are looking great, hopefully not so.

Washington, Magic Congress, Deputy Speaker's Office.

Although Chenos is the deputy speaker.

But under the premise of being hit hard on the real speaker and ignoring things.

In fact, he is no different from the speaker.

Especially under his leadership, the goblin and necromancer joined forces to make a major breakthrough from counterattack to full counterattack.

His reputation suddenly stood at the top.

No surprise, if nothing else.

When the speaker ends his term, Chenos may actually be elected as the speaker of the Magic Congress.

At this moment, Chenos was sitting on his desk. He poured himself a glass of clear water and drank it leisurely, ignoring the Elf Elder Nas opposite him.

On the other hand, Nas stared at the deputy speaker supported by the goblin with cold eyes.

What an unfamiliar wolf cub.

In other words, dogs that bite people really don't bark.

As time passed by, Vice Speaker Chenos seemed to be addicted to the contents of the cup, as if tasting the sweetness and sweetness of clear water.

Even though the goblin elder Nas was staring at him, he remained motionless.

As time went by, Nass began to lose his composure.

"Chenos, why have the casualties of goblins increased tenfold over the past few days?"

"Give me a reason?"

After Chenos heard this, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Why?"

"You shouldn't be asking me that question, but Grindelwald."

"The saints rebelled, and the number of deaths of goblins and necromancers has increased. Isn't this normal?"

"Is it possible that only necromancers are allowed to die, and elves are not allowed to die?"

Chenosi said sarcastically.

As the deputy speaker, how could he not know what the goblin has been thinking and what he has done.

It's just that the overall situation is the most important thing now, and it is still necessary to win over the goblin, as cannon fodder or possession.

He doesn't care about trivial matters.

Still, the goblin had to beat and beat.

Otherwise, if it really flies into the sky, it will be very troublesome to pull it back.

Chenos thought silently in his heart, and began to think about how to limit the rights of goblins.

As a mature politician, you must learn to negotiate with the capital behind you, and never let the capital behind you take the lead.

The more he wants something, the less he can give it.

Only in this way can we maintain our status and ensure our independence.

He knows what the goblin wants, but now the goblin's influence is not small.

If he grows older, I'm afraid his position as the deputy speaker will be a bit dangerous.

After the goblin Nas heard it, she wanted to nod in agreement, but restrained herself.

This can't be said, if it is really said that the life of the goblin is more important than the necromancer, then the situation will really collapse.

While the two were arguing with each other, suddenly.

Quick footsteps came from outside the door, and there seemed to be bad news from the hurried footsteps.

Before Chenos could speak, an anxious voice sounded from outside the door.

"Chancellor Chenos, it's not good."

"We went back against the Saints and lost the first battle to get back the headquarters."

"Grindelwald appeared, it was Grindelwald who appeared."

"One is that the enemy tipped off the news, and someone must have tipped off the news."

(end of this chapter)