Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A subtle buzzing sound started, getting louder and louder.

The blood-red humanoid phantom began to shake. At the same time, the fierce blades inserted into various parts of the body, which were gathered by the fire of hell, became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Devour!

eager!

Tom Riddle stood not far away, feeling the emotions coming from the hellfire.

The number of hellfires was getting smaller and smaller, and they were completely swallowed up.

Tom Riddle also clearly felt the crazy desire of the Blood Abyss Worm, which was like a wild beast and irrational.

Staring at the mist of the Blood Abyss opposite, Tom Riddle not only did not have any worry or fear, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.

A crazy idea came into his mind.

He wanted to be free from Lockhart's clutches.

But the fire of hell cannot be extinguished.

But what I saw before me was this weird little bloody bug.

But you can swallow the fire of hell without any scruples.

Although in the end, it still ended in death.

But Tom clearly discovered that as the other party continues to adapt, he can definitely swallow the fire of hell completely.

What is this equivalent to?

The nemesis of hellfire appears.

And this gave Tom a possibility to break free.

God knows, he has been going crazy thinking about getting rid of the restraining influence of hell fire these days, and he has consumed countless resources and materials.

but……

Staring at Voldemort's cannibalistic gaze across from him.

Tom knew that it might be impossible to get help from the other party.

Even if the other party agrees, he may still swallow his own thoughts.

It's not the other party's fault. If it were him, he would think the same way.

After all, in this case, whoever swallows it will benefit greatly.

Click! Click! Click!

There was a clicking sound, and in just a second or two, Voldemort was freed from his restraints.

"Tom, what do you want to do?"

There was no reason why Voldemort didn't believe that Tom didn't do anything to him just now.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel that something good was about to happen, but it didn't seem very good either.

tread! tread! tread!

Tom didn't reply and stepped forward directly, raising a flaming whip in his right hand and swinging it in the wind.

Bang!

The long whip hit the blood-red body and passed directly through with a bang.

Although he was a little surprised, he did not hesitate. He waved his left claw wrapped in hellfire and fiercely grabbed the opponent's heart.

call! call!

The flames expanded highly, as if stirred by some kind of fuel.

However, the left claw still passed through the blood-red figure, and despite being burned by the fire of hell, it still did not make any movement.

No, he smiled.

Voldemort looked at Tom Riddle opposite and showed a ferocious smile.

Buzz!

The moment Tom caught Voldemort, a buzzing sound spread, and the surrounding blood-red mist began to spread along the arm towards Tom's limbs.

Tom seemed ready to get away, but he felt a fierce force gripping him tightly.

call!

As the thoughts turned, the fire of hell suddenly expanded, burning these blood-red arms in mist.

However, it seems that he has already adapted to it.

The hellfire that could originally burn the Blood Abyss Insect back to ashes instantly seemed powerless now.

After burning for a while, I could vaguely smell a burnt smell.

It's the smell of corpses.

What surprised Voldemort was that Tom didn't seem to make any move to resist.

No, it seems to be resisting, but not that wholeheartedly.

It seems to be waiting for something.

This made Voldemort feel vaguely uneasy.

The hot fire of hell is burning.

The blood-red Blood Abyss Insects kept devouring it.

He was getting used to this weird flame.

It was originally like a flame from heaven and earth, but now it seems to be just a flame.

It's a little hot, a little hot, but it doesn't seem to be fatal.

Feeling the hellfire inside his body begin to decay, a glimmer of light appeared in Tom's eyes.

Without hesitation, further stimulation, hellfire radiates its final strength.

He had no defense and surrendered his life to the fire of hell.

Let the fire of hell protect you.

This is gambling on your life!

At the same time, he is also gambling on his own path to freedom!

call! call! call!

At this moment, Voldemort felt a little uncertain in his heart. Tom seemed to be resisting, but not so intently.

Are you begging for death?

No, he is definitely not such a person.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will tenaciously live through the past.

Voldemort thought silently in his heart.

However, there was no hesitation in his actions. He controlled the Blood Abyss Insect and continued to devour the hellfire from the opponent.

As long as the fire of hell is swallowed up.

That Tom was like a lobster that had been shucked.

He can enjoy the most delicious shrimp meat.

Yes, he wanted to eat Tom, just like Tom wanted to eat him.

The two of them are of the same origin. As long as Voldemort swallows Tom, not only can he increase his strength, but he can even control the hellfire controlled by the other party.

How could Voldemort miss such a good thing.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sharp buzzing sound kept sounding, causing the Death Eaters behind them to cover their ears in an attempt to suppress such noise.

However, these seemed to be no match for the fear in their hearts.

In their eyes, the originally invincible master seemed to be caught and restrained by the blood-red figure.

The rising hell fire on his body also became a little dim.

You can even vaguely see clear white bones.

How can this not make them feel scared?

Voldemort on the opposite side has obviously become a madman, and they can clearly sense that the blood-red mist behind the opponent contains tens of thousands of killings.

That is an innumerable amount.

It’s unclear whether you can protect yourself when working under such a person.

Why did they choose Tom instead of Voldemort?

Isn't it because Voldemort's state is a bit unstable?

Now that the situation is even more unstable, how can they not worry about it.

Just as they were nervously looking at the battlefield, suddenly, the Death Eaters' pupils shrank.

They saw...

A slightly thin, colorful arm suddenly appeared from the sky and grabbed Tom Riddle.

Catch it from the shackles of the blood-red mist.

I saw a white bone gently held in the colorful arms, with wisps of hell fire coming out of the bones.

At this moment, Tom Riddle's heart changed. The emotion of regret suddenly emerged, and then he suppressed it forcefully.

It's such a pity.

The fire of hell was almost consumed by him.

As long as he runs out of it, you can start the first step of breaking away from the bondage.

However……

Lockhart's rescue made him give up this idea and dare not even think about it.

He knew the other party's ability to absorb spiritual energy, and he had even been an experimental subject before.

Therefore, you need to suppress any thoughts of wanting to escape in your heart to ensure that they are not prying.

but……

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

It was just one step away from leaving Lockhart and enjoying true freedom.

At this moment, Voldemort returned to his original body appearance, looking at the colorful figure opposite with an ugly expression.

"Lockhart!"

Voldemort gritted his teeth and read out the name.

It can be said that he has been played by Lockhart. If he hadn't noticed in time, he would have overturned the table.

I'm afraid that now they are all reduced to puppets manipulated by the other party.

After leaving, he died once at the hands of the opponent.

If he hadn't had a resurrection ritual, he might have truly died long ago.

At this moment, Lockhart waved his wand gently.

Tom Riddle slowly fell next to him, and his colorful arms turned into points of light and disappeared instantly.

"Voldemort, you recovered so quickly." Lockhart kept saying nonchalantly.

In the darkness, colorful lights were flowing in his eyes, and Lockhart was constantly searching for the thread of Voldemort's fate and the medium for his resurrection.

His time is now limited, and under the frantic search of world consciousness, he can only choose to leave temporarily.

But before leaving, a few scourges must be dealt with.

The first one to bear the brunt was Voldemort.

This guy is really crazy and has really become a puppet of the world consciousness without even realizing it.

Now all he wants to do is seek revenge against himself and Kama Taj.

But this time I leave, it is difficult to achieve the effect of returning in seconds.

I don't even know how long it will take for me to return to the world of Harry Potter.

There is no way, the system specifically emphasized it.

To avoid the destiny search of world consciousness, the search for cause and effect.

There is a need to completely cut off ties with the world and wait until the storm calms down before establishing new ties.

And in this way, time will once again fall into chaos.

It's very possible that the Marvel world will last one year and the Harry Potter world will last a hundred years. It's also possible that the Marvel world will last a hundred years and the Harry Potter world will only last one year.

Time is chaotic, especially without an anchor.

Lockhart also felt helpless about this.

There is no way, the opponent's size is too big.

Although it is not as big as the Marvel world, it is a world after all.

Moreover, it is an extraordinary world, with countless extraordinary races falling into destruction and then rising up generation after generation.

The accumulation was vast, at least in Lockhart's eyes.

But now, the most important thing is to solve the scourge of Voldemort first.

Colorful light flashed in his eyes, and threads related to Voldemort's fate came into view.

It seems a little difficult to find the contact medium that you want to resurrect.

On the opposite side, Voldemort looked at Lockhart without making any move, but there was a faint feeling of voyeurism in his heart.

Is there any further inference from this?

Without hesitation, Voldemort angrily ordered all the bloodworms to attack Lockhart.

Well, now Voldemort explodes with a poke.

call! call! call!

Blood-red mist swept over, and at the same time, part of the blood-red mist also poured into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort, covered in blood red, reappeared and walked directly towards Lockhart.

tread! tread! tread!

Every time the blood-red figure takes a step, it will make a clear sound mixed with the hum of the blood abyss insects.

Lockhart expressionlessly raised his wand and pointed forward slightly.

Buzz!

A large number of colorful ice picks suddenly appeared on the back.

It was freezing cold, and at the same time, there was a faint colorful light at the tip.

call! call! call!

Without hesitation, the wand pointed forward, and a large number of colorful ice cones were fired at Voldemort on the opposite side like bullets.

However, as Voldemort stretched out his wand, it spun slightly.

The blood-red mist turned into a storm and swallowed up all the ice cones.

It felt like the insects of the blood abyss had eaten up all the magic power of the colorful ice cones.

Voldemort had a proud smile on his face, looking at Lockhart's unchanging expression.

He seemed to be trying to find a hint of panic in Lockhart's expression.

"Lockhart, how about I leave first so as not to disturb your fight."

Seeing the battle scene just now, Tom Riddle couldn't help but his eyebrows jumped and he whispered.

Lockhart lowered his head slightly, looking into their eyes with a half-smile.

Seeing Tom panting inwardly, he seemed worried that his inner thoughts would be captured.

"No, today, I want to send Voldemort to repent to eternal death."

Lockhart said silently, with no intention of letting go of Tom Riddle.

How could he not know what this guy was thinking.

This guy is the Dark Lord. No matter how hard he tries, he is still the Dark Lord.

Lockhart never meant to look down on the other person.

The reason why he arrived in time just now was because the fire of hell fire issued a warning.

Lockhart did not believe that there was no reason for that kind of information to disappear.

"Okay, Lockhart." Tom Riddle said solemnly: "If you need anything, just ask, I will help you if I can."

In response, Lockhart nodded without comment and said nothing.

A lot of time seemed to have passed, but it seemed that only less than 10 seconds had passed.

The blood-red mist turned into a storm, swallowing up all the ice cones and squeezing out all the magic power inside.

Feeling that the Worm of the Blood Abyss had once again adapted to the power of Lockhart's dream, Voldemort smiled a little and showed a ferocious smile to Lockhart.

Then……

boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, countless colorful beams of light suddenly appeared and shot toward Voldemort.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Voldemort's face froze and became a little ugly.

The breath of death surrounds my heart.

He had died from this type of attack before.

Seeing this attack again...

Almost instantly, Voldemort jumped back suddenly. At the same time, he put his palms together, and the bloody mist, as if under some command, struck crazily, wrapping the colorful beams of light.

The colorful beams of light successfully penetrated the blood-red mist and shot forward.

However, at this time, Voldemort had already leapt into the distance.

At this moment, Lockhart was not angry at all. He silently stretched out his palm and pressed it down gently.

boom!

A huge wave of air suddenly pressed down from the sky.

A huge colorful palm suddenly appeared and pressed hard towards Voldemort.

Covered by blood-red mist.

Boom!

A deafening sound emerged, and Voldemort seemed to be pressed to the ground by the air pressure just now, unable to move. Even if there was blood-red mist coming back and forth for support, it would still be of no avail.

When the colorful palms are connected to the ground.

At the same time, the palm turned into a mountain, and a large number of colorful runes emerged.

Suppress Voldemort on the mountain.

On the surface of the mountain, there is also a line of fonts left by Lockhart in a bad mood.

Wuzhishan!

Dream cage!