The Hogwarts Professor at Marvel

Chapter 542 Grindelwald: Destiny, how magnificent and evil you are!

Around the huge depression, the purple flames formed a cage, besieging a large number of acromantulas.

When the dark green poisonous mist entered it, the eight-eyed spider inside roared and howled angrily.

Standing in mid-air, Grindelwald silently watched everything in front of him.

Seeing the purple flame transforming into a cage, unconsciously, the corners of his mouth curled up as if recalling something from the past.

However, he quickly set his sights on the red-haired girl who was casting a spell.

Silver-white pupils stared into Wanda's black eyes.

Of course, there is also the dragon Xiaobai on her shoulder
The forces of destiny are converging to illuminate your choices and guide your thoughts.

finally appeared in front of me.

Any resistance you have will only turn into further impetus, and fate has given the final answer to everything.

Destiny, what a majestic force, and what... evil.

call!call!call!
hum!hum!hum!
When the purple flames intertwined with the blood-red mist, Grindelwald averted his gaze.

His eyes were on Voldemort and the blood gushing from him, the red mist bloodworm.

It has to be said that Voldemort is in the same echelon as him, and indeed he still has two brushes.

This bloody bug is really dangerous.

I don't know how Voldemort manipulated it so easily.

However, what surprised Grindelwald the most was...

Bloody's fate is constantly gathering.

Here, this moment seems to be Voldemort's home field, and the world seems to be helping him.

As if celebrating what he's done.

why?

Killing, although there is a chance to be favored by fate.

But there is no doubt that only the enemy of fate will be treated like this.

And they have a savior whom fate loves, why is this so.

Doubts emerged in his mind, Grindelwald stood in mid-air, quietly watching every move of Voldemort, Harry Potter, Wanda Ian and others.

A little puzzled, he needs to get more information to get the answer he wants.

"Professor Credence, it's time for you to act."

Ian's voice resounded all around, and Grindelwald set his sights on the ground.

Soon, a man wearing a black wizard robe also appeared in Grindelwald's line of sight.

old friend.

Grindelwald looked at the familiar face with a faint smile on his face.

The concealment method is really powerful, Dumbledore, Voldemort can't find it, he is not surprised.

However, who made this old friend and his fate intertwined too closely.

It can be said that from the time of youth, the fate of the other party has collided with oneself, intertwined with each other, and even entangled with each other.

The friend's luck was obviously bad, and he was perceiving the flow of fate, but the other party was actually hiding under his nose.

Every move is like the lines in the palm of your hand.

At this moment, it is really easy to kill him!
The idea came to mind, and Grindelwald continued to observe the battle between his old friend Credence and Voldemort.

Moran's magical power really has its own unique features, but it is still the food of the blood worms.

That's right, even with his own magic power, which he is best at Fiendfire, it is still difficult to completely stop these bugs.

It has to be said that Voldemort, who has been favored by fate, and these extremely dangerous and infinitely adaptable bloodworms in front of him are really too tricky.

"Lockhart, if you don't make a move, your students will be doomed!"

Credence's shout sounded, and Grindelwald suddenly raised his head, staring at the mid-air not far away.

Lockhart in a seven-color wizard robe came into view.

At the same time, Lockhart was also smiling to himself.

Their gazes met, silvery white pupils and emerald green eyes met each other, and a smile appeared at the same time.

It seems that the two had a feeling early on.

As Lockhart pronounced his name, Grindelwald appeared in everyone's eyes.

At this moment, the black mist on the ground intertwined with the blood-red mist and purple flames.

Above the sky, Lockhart and Grindelwald, one wearing a colorful wizard robe and the other wearing a gray wizard robe, looked at each other.

call!
As the blood-red mist gradually retracted, Credence also retracted the black mist transformed by his magic power, and Remy also retracted his purple flame.

The fog of blood returned to Voldemort's body, and Grindelwald and Lockhart slowly landed on the ground.

"Meet you again, Grindelwald." Lockhart looked at Grindelwald's silver pupils with interest.

As the thoughts turned, the power of colorful dreams evolved into a pale golden power of destiny, covering the other party's destiny prying eyes.

"Yeah, Lockhart, I really didn't expect that we would meet here." Grindelwald said slowly in a calm tone.

As he spoke, he looked around the environment of the Forbidden Forest, his voice was low, and he said with some emotion: "Here, if Albus comes again, it would be great."

Immediately afterwards, Grindelwald said in a probing tone: "Lockhart, I'm really curious, what did you use to convince Albus."

"He was such a determined person, I can hardly imagine him being persuaded not to participate, to be a bystander."

As for Grindelwald's question, Lockhart continued to play with the hanging ring in his hand as if he didn't hear it.

However, the conversation between the two made Voldemort, who was beside Voldemort, a little impatient.

Ever since he knew that the biggest black hand behind the scenes was Lockhart, the killing intent in his heart couldn't stop coming out, and the thought of revenge recurred in his heart all the time.

"Grindelwald, I want to know the answer, it's very simple."

Voldemort raised a finger and said word by word: "Grab Lockhart, let me check the memory."

Speaking of this, Voldemort showed a cruel smile on his face: "No matter how much you say, it's better to fight. When you see blood, you can say anything."

As he said that, a large number of blood worms emerged from his body again, forming a blood-red mist behind him.

He was full of contempt for the habit of talking before fighting.

Having said so much, you will not get any useful information, and you will end up with a big battle.

Of course, you can speak for yourself, but not for others.

Well, he, Voldemort, is such a double standard!

Grindelwald frowned slightly after hearing this, but seeing Lockhart's attitude, he also knew that it seemed impossible to obtain useful information from Lockhart through communication alone.

then……

call!
With a slight flick of his right hand, the blue Fiendfire fell on the ground like water droplets.

In an instant, Fierce Fire surged and spread rapidly along the ground.

He didn't rush towards anyone directly, but began to spread towards the surroundings, forming a huge blue circle of fire.

The remaining grass within the circle of fire turned withered and yellow in a short period of time, and then spontaneously burned as if unable to stand the scorching Fierce Fire.

Soon, only a piece of yellow land was left in the huge fire circle.

Lockhart, Credence, Voldemort, all of them were in this circle, as if this was a duel field reserved for them.

"It should have been like this!"

Voldemort licked his lips and said bloodthirstyly.

At the same time, the blood mist filled the back, spinning and expanding rapidly like a storm.

And Lockhart, with colorful lights in his eyes, stretched his palm forward slightly.

A large amount of colorful dream power spewed out.

In a very short time, a colorful barrier stood in front of him.

Wanda, Ian, Harry, Hermione and others all ran behind Lockhart.

As for Credence, he also slowly walked to Lockhart's side.

The wand stretched out, and the familiar black mist emerged again.

(End of this chapter)