Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

combustion! Hot! die!

A large number of fireballs fell from high altitudes like meteorites. The air was hot and the space was distorted.

A strong smell of death lingered around.

The werewolves on the ground looked up and saw a large number of falling fireballs. With their strong bodies, they tried their best to escape in all directions.

After the dark wizards sensed the huge danger posed by the sky above, they immediately wanted to use phantom migration to escape.

But he was horrified to find that the majestic magic power above affected the surrounding space fluctuations.

Apparating at this time will cause you to die faster.

He could only quickly wave the wand in his hand and cast one defensive spell after another.

"Protect everything!"

"Protect everything!"

"Armor protection!"

"..."

Over the square, defensive barriers of different colors emerged one after another.

On the surface of the dark wizard's body, pale golden armor spells flashed one after another, further increasing the defense.

Compared with werewolves and dark wizards, the state of returning from soul shooting is naturally the best.

With a special physique, it can be avoided to the greatest extent. Damage from fire and magic.

But despite this, the hot breath and huge pressure made them fly around uneasily, and some even flew towards their current master, Voldemort, as if looking for safety.

Voldemort, who was in the lead, looked at the large number of fireballs falling from the sky and the majestic magic power emitted.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing a dangerous light.

Buzz!

Voldemort stretched out his hand slightly, and a large amount of black mist came out of his body and spread crazily around him.

The yew wand in his hand was raised slightly.

The black mist began to condense, rising upward into the sky. Almost in the blink of an eye, black mist condensed, and black arrows exuded the aura of darkness, destruction, and killing.

Death Arrow!

Defense has never been his style, replacing defense with crazy attacks is his character.

And his goal is naturally not to defend the werewolves from the fireballs above.

But the students who are casting spells.

Dark creatures like werewolves are dead when they die, and you can just recruit them later.

However, this group of students seemed to be carefully trained by Lockhart, and they were a scourge.

I believe that Lockhart would be devastated if these students died.

As the thought flashed, he began to wave his wand, preparing to launch this fatal blow.

However.

"Mr. Dark Lord, it seems you have forgotten that your enemy is me!"

At some point, Lockhart was floating not far from Voldemort and said calmly.

Hearing this, Voldemort looked at Lockhart's handsome face, but one that aroused his anger.

Without hesitation, he flicked the wand, and the direction of the black mist arrow began to turn, aiming at Lockhart.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wand in his hand was gently pressed down, and a large number of black arrows exuding the aura of death were fired at Lockhart.

When Lockhart saw it, he just smiled and stretched out the wand in his hand.

With a slight stroke, he simply drew a line of red flame in front of him.

But in the blink of an eye, the red flame lines expanded instantly, layer upon layer, and continued to emerge and spread.

Almost only a second or two.

A red flame-colored wall carved with a large number of strange lines appeared in front of Lockhart.

boom! boom! boom!

Black arrows collided with the red flame wall.

There were continuous banging sounds, the arrows shattered into black mist, and cracks appeared on the wall.

The dissipated black mist followed the cracks and began to corrode the red flame-colored wall.

Visible to the naked eye, in an instant, the walls were filled with craters.

Lockhart sensed a large amount of darkness and aura of curse attached to it. He raised his brows and waved his wand again.

The runes on the red flame wall flowed with light, and a large amount of black mist was eliminated, or escaped outwards as if it were alive.

Seeing this, Voldemort didn't take it seriously. He gently picked up and waved the wand in his hand, and the black mist that had escaped and dispersed condensed again.

New death arrows appeared again, shooting at the wall in front of Lockhart again.

Accompanied by a series of banging and cracking sounds, the cycle repeats.

Looking at the attacked defensive barrier, Lockhart nodded slightly.

However……

Corrosion, disintegration, weakening, death.

Feeling the abnormally rapid loss of magic power in his body, Lockhart couldn't help but frown slightly.

The crazy version of Voldemort is even more cruel and cruel.

He clearly felt a curse of nothingness from the opposite side wrapping around his soul and body.

By casting such a powerful curse in a short period of time, Voldemort's own losses will definitely not be low, and he may even sacrifice himself.

Seeing the change in Lockhart's expression, Voldemort smiled cruelly.

Avada Kedavra!

Avada Kedavra!

…

He seemed to notice that Lockhart was focusing most of his attention on the changes in his body.

Voldemort quickly waved his wand and fired life-killing curses at the weak points of the defensive barrier.

boom!

A powerful life-killing curse instantly penetrated the red flame-colored barrier, and a conspicuous large hole appeared.

Next, several more life-killing curses were fired at Lockhart through the hole at lightning speed.

The death arrow in front was to test the weakness of Lockhart's defense.

After almost figuring it out.

Then use the curse to draw Lockhart's energy away.

This was a powerful death curse cast by him by sacrificing an arm.

at last……

It's time for his best death curse to appear.

Death is Lockhart's only fate!

Lockhart, I will give you an arm in exchange for your life!

At the same time, Dumbledore and other wizards were watching the battle from behind.

I saw the green Kedavra with the aura of death flying towards Lockhart.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes closely watching Lockhart's next reaction.

At this moment, Lockhart felt the difficult curse in his body and the many life-killing curses coming towards him, surrounding his possible escape route.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart, I was still careless.

The Dark Lord is indeed the Dark Lord. Regardless of combat experience or timing, he grasps it very accurately.

I originally thought that after many rounds of transformation, I would be strong enough to crush the opponent.

But I didn't expect that I still fell into a trap because of my carelessness.

It seems that arrogance is the only enemy at any time.

Then, Lockhart shook his right hand slightly, and the wand disappeared.

The next moment, he folded his arms around his chest to make a strange shape.

With the buzzing of the ring hanging in his hand.

In front of Lockhart, something like water began to shake strangely.

Vaguely, it seemed as if Lockhart had multiple phantoms.

Voldemort frowned when he saw it. He didn't know what kind of weird method this was.

It can only be further infused with magic power to make the Death Curse more powerful, faster, and more deadly.

However, no matter how weird the magic is, it is vulnerable to a blow after being hit by the Death Curse.

This is the death of the soul!

Lockhart seemed defenseless.

The green life-killing curse that shot out quickly penetrated his body.

Moreover, many life-killing curses passed through it one after another.

However……

Voldemort's eyes widened with astonishment on his face.

Several life-killing curses that would kill him at the slightest touch passed through Lockhart's body.

But it was like traveling through a phantom.

Cross the body and continue flying backward.

This, symbolizing the death curse, is ineffective!