Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Kewell Bar, London.

As a classic British style pub, it never lacks customers.

Especially at night, looking from the front entrance, most of the chairs in the bar and in front of the tables are full.

Most of the people in the bar are young or middle-aged customers.

Of course, there are many beauties as well.

However, the most eye-catching thing among them are the three burly men in front of the bar.

The three of them were all unusually tall and burly, exuding an aura that was not easy to mess with.

Although his face is not very handsome, his temperament still attracts the attention of many women.

And these three are the three warriors from Asgard.

Vostata, Fandral, Hogan.

"Fandral, although the energy of Midgard wine is not good, the taste is still good." Hogan blew on a bottle of wine and said carelessly.

"As long as it tastes good, their materials are too low-grade. How can they have too much energy?"

"You're right, as long as it tastes good, we don't lack that energy."

"Hahaha!"

The three people communicated loudly, and they seemed to open their voices without any scruples.

He didn't seem to worry about being heard by others at all.

Ordinary people nearby didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

Some even raised their glasses, nodded slightly to the three of them, and drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, they were wearing magical jewelry given by Lockhart, which was enough to block the perception of ordinary people.

This is based on research after Muggle shielding.

If the energy supply is increased, all the remaining guests in the wine dregs can be driven away.

However, the three of them obviously would not do this. After all, it is better to have a drink with more people.

"We've been touring the Wolstadt and London DC areas. What did you gain today?" Hogan said as he took a sip of the foreign wine in his heart.

After Vostata heard this, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

Some lamented: "It's a pity that in Midgard, the habit of throwing cups for fun has disappeared."

Then, he put down the wine glass on the bar and said with a helpless tone: "Nothing gained."

"I feel like there should be no entrance to London."

Having said this, I looked at him, and there was an obviously irritable look on his face.

"Damn it, where is the entrance? It's so hidden."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fist hit the bar directly.

Boom!

Fortunately, the quality of the bar was high enough, and Wostata did not intentionally damage it. There was only a clear punch mark and a few cracks left on the surface of the bar.

But, same as before.

As the jade on Vostata's waist flashed with colorful colors, everyone's attention returned to their respective positions.

No matter what they did before, they didn't notice anything unusual about the three warriors of the Golden Palace.

That's magic.

It is simply difficult for ordinary people to resist.

However, when Vostat, Hogan, and Fandal communicated and complained.

The three of them did not notice that not far away, two middle-aged men wearing ordinary clothes were drinking and looking at the three of them.

"Master Milton, you have seen all three people in Asgard."

"Because there are people with magic, their transportation is almost unknown to ordinary people."

"Coupled with the arrogant character of Asgardians, they basically don't consciously hide too much information."

Strange, no, Grindelwald took a sip of the wine in his glass and ordered to Milton, his chosen confidant in front of him.

"What you do is very simple, just watch what they do and write it down. Everything they say and do needs to be recorded so that you can check it at any time."

"You don't have to deal with them, just record them."

Grindelwald said calmly.

"Please note that your face should be changed frequently so that they don't notice anything unusual.

"They have almost no vigilance now, but if they feel something abnormal or the risk passes, our probability of obtaining their intelligence will be greatly reduced."

"Okay, I understand, sir." Milton said respectfully, "I will record everything they say."

Hearing this, Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction.

He spent so much effort to unify their thoughts and provide benefits to these mages.

What for?

Shouldn't we just let them step in when something happens?

Of course he would do whatever David asked him to do.

After all, his time is valuable too.

"You should pay close attention to the news about the Celestial Clan, and report any relevant news directly to me."

"Don't worry, any valuable information among these will be rewarded truthfully according to the reward and punishment system we have established."

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on Milton's face.

He focused his attention on the three people from Vostata opposite.

His eyes were full of eagerness.

Next, all the resources for cultivation depend on these three piggies from Asgard.

"The Celestial Clan?"

Milton thought about this name silently in his heart. Although Milton was puzzled, he still listened carefully to the exchange between the three people.

When Grindelwald saw Milton getting into work, he nodded with satisfaction and prepared to get up and leave.

"If you encounter any problems in the future, please contact me directly. Don't worry about anything else."

Grindelwald stood up and said to Milton, who nodded to express his understanding.

"for freedom!"

"for freedom!"

Milton said in a deep voice, with a hint of fanaticism still flashing in his eyes.

"For the greater good!"

"For the greater good!"

At this moment, Milton felt like a hot flame was burning in his heart. He was sitting at the table where he was the only one, watching the three of them closely from the corner of his eyes.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, left quietly without knowing it.

…………

Vientiane world!

Lockhart was in the study, picking up a cup of freshly brewed tea and tasting it gently.

"Gettler, have a taste. This is the new tea given to me by the Supreme Mage. It tastes quite good."

Facing Lockhart's invitation, Grindelwald picked up the teacup and took a sip. He closed his eyes and seemed to taste it, like tea leaves.

The energy is very nourishing and the taste is good. It seems that the price should not be low.

After a brief evaluation, Grindelwald directly spoke and got to the point.

"Lockhart, I now have a firm foothold among the fallen mages."

"David is looking after me from above, and I have support from my subordinates below."

"However, I want to go deeper into them and obtain their secret method of success."

"I'm afraid, I need you to provide me with more valuable information and resources."

"I need to gain David's trust."

After hearing Grindelwald's request, Lockhart said nothing and just added some tea to the cup on Grindelwald's desk.

Then, pick up the tea cup and taste it gently.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Grindelwald was not annoyed either. He stared at Lockhart opposite and waited quietly.

After a long time, Lockhart put down his teacup and spoke in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll give you a gift and wish you success."