Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Boom!

The defensive shield shattered, and gray light spots spread around.

The fireball landed heavily on the square.

Because the sky fire came and broke through the defensive barrier, it had already been successfully used.

Facing the Death Eaters who quietly gathered into teams, it was difficult for Ian and others to adjust.

In other words, these were planned by Death Eaters based on their own experience.

Powerful magic may exert influence and control in the early stage, but after it has been formed, especially the magic that has been cast in the middle, unless it is a top wizard like his master.

Otherwise, it can only exert a certain influence at most, and it will be difficult to control it freely.

Facing students who were not even 20 years old, this group of dark wizards who were over fifty years old had already calculated the most effective way to avoid them.

call! call!

The fireball fell onto the square, large craters appeared one after another, and dust spread to the surroundings along with waves of heat.

The dark wizards who had prepared strong defensive spells for themselves early on immediately increased the output of their magic power, turning their defense shields into grayish and even almost black. Starts flashing continuously.

Holding against the falling hot fireball.

boom!

The fireball shattered and filled with flames.

The dark wizards who had been cursed had veins on their faces instantly exposed, and some even started to bleed from the corners of their mouths and even their eyes and ears.

After all, it was performed jointly by dozens of wizards. Even if most of the attacks failed, the remaining ones were not easily resisted by a single dark wizard.

However, when the dust dispersed from the battlefield, the heat wave and the dust in the sky had swept to the edge of the square and rushed towards the auditorium.

After Tom Riddle saw it, he frowned slightly and waved his wand.

The dark green barrier flickered slightly, and a breeze seemed to blow through the air, offsetting the heat wave, and the dust fell as if it were still.

Dumbledore glanced at them without saying anything, and focused on Lockhart's students and Death Eaters.

"Albus, Lockhart is really good at training students. Can you tell me how long Lockhart has been training squibs to become wizards?" Grindelwald's provocative voice rang in his ears: "To be honest, it's really... curious."

Dumbledore didn't reply, as if he hadn't heard.

And Grindelwald continued.

"I don't know if you noticed it, Albus." Grindelwald's tone was full of surprise and curiosity: "The magic performed by these students actually resonated with power, at least increasing it tenfold."

"Here, meditation should have played a big role." Grindelwald's analysis made Dumbledore subconsciously nod slightly, but then stopped.

Although the movement was very slight, Grindelwald, who had been paying attention, seemed to be suddenly interested, and continued to analyze: "I feel the breath of the meditation method, and the magic power of this group of students tends to be of the same nature."

"It seems that the emergence of meditation will not only have a profound impact on Squibs, but will also bring great changes to wizards who use magic."

Speaking of this, Grindelwald seemed to have thought of something, and added in a tone as if he was watching a good show.

"Albus, what do you think a pureblood family would do if they knew this."

"And Hogwarts, are there any plans to promote meditation generally?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore frowned slightly.

He naturally knew the meaning behind Grindelwald.

When several wizards who practice meditation work together to perform magic in a certain way, the power will be increased by more than 10 times.

There is no doubt that unless it is a top wizard like him, the rest, even Aurors like Mad Eye Moody, would not dare to face it.

In the past, this was a trick that could serve as a family legacy.

Every time you use it, you will pay a high price.

But looking at the appearance of this group of students, they seemed to be as usual.

Does this mean that this way of casting spells has become the norm?

If the pure-blood family knew about it, it would be weird if they didn't pursue it like crazy.

This is simply the best way to maintain pureblood status.

After changing his mind, Dumbledore did not reply to any of Grindelwald's words, but continued to focus on Ian and other wizard students.

Above the square, the heat wave weakened and the dust gradually dropped.

It was vaguely visible that large pits appeared one after another on the surface of the square, and each pit was filled with flames in and around it.

Around the group of dark wizards, there were scattered flames on the ground, but otherwise everything was the same as before.

However, seeing the pale faces of the dark wizards and the blood stains at the corners of their mouths, you know that it is not easy to resist this group of dark wizards.

"The whirlwind sweeps away!"

"The whirlwind sweeps away!"

Several dark wizards cast spells to further clear away the dust and clear their vision.

at the same time

Woo! Woo!

The werewolf raised its head and roared, and before the dust had completely settled, it suddenly rushed towards Ian and other students.

The magic of wizards is strong, but when it comes to close combat, unless they are giants, no one can compare with them werewolves.

Ian, Remy and others did not panic when they saw the werewolf coming directly.

Only a very calm voice was heard: "Last time, the top 15 melee fighters came forward to fight with the werewolf. Be careful not to be bitten by it."

"The rest retreated, preparing to cast the spell again."

After hearing Ian's familiar voice.

15 young male wizards walked forward. Most of these young wizards were relatively strong.

Vera and Wanda backed away.

Ian and Remy took the lead and slowly walked forward with 15 wizards who were good at melee combat.

They quickly closed their palms and pulled them outward.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and long black magic sticks wrapped with red flame runes appeared in his hands.

A special melee stick for Master Kama Taj!

The magic wand disappeared quietly, and Ian and others held the hard sticks tightly in their hands.

The pace began to speed up and he rushed towards the werewolf.

To be honest, Fenrir, the leading werewolf leader, had a look of astonishment on his face when he saw the actions of Ian and others.

If they fight with wolves in close combat, these students must be crazy.

Then, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Since these students wanted to die, he asked him to send them to meet the God of Death.

Woo!

Without hesitation, after a long roar, Fenrir led the werewolf behind him and rushed towards Ian and others.

At the same time, a group of wizard students behind them began to wave their wands in unison, and their target was the dark wizards behind them.

boom!

The leader, Ian, held a French stick and hit Fenrir, the leader of the werewolves, hard.

Due to the past stereotype of wizards being weak, Fenrir was extremely disdainful at first.

However, when the French stick landed on his shoulder, the red light flashed, and the weight surged. He was hit hard, with a click, the bones seemed to crack, and blood began to seep out.

"Damn it!"

Fenrir, who endured the severe pain, cursed and swung himself to strike Ian's face.

His wolf claws have already concealed wolf venom. A normal wizard will be seriously injured even if he takes a single hit. Moreover, there is a very high probability that he will be corroded by wolf venom and turn into a werewolf.

When McGonagall and other professors saw this scene, they subconsciously exclaimed softly.

They had heard of the reputation of the werewolf leader Fenrir, and the person opposite Ian was a young wizard who was less than 20 years old.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!