Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"Grindelwald?"

Upon hearing the name, Casillas instantly understood.

I was misidentified again.

It wasn't long before he was dropped by Tom Riddle. The people who control this alliance admit their mistake.

There was also a fight.

Now I have been mistaken again, and I don’t know whether I am an enemy or a friend.

He raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw a fat middle-aged man wearing gray wizard running running over excitedly.

It was none other than the saintly wizard Home.

"Sir, you are finally back..."

"..."

Holm's tone contained excitement, expectation and longing, and his voice was even a little trembling.

But Casilla didn't care. He stood up and looked at Carter, Ian, and Vera not far away.

"Long time no see, Carter."

Ignoring Holm, Casillas walked towards Carter and reached out.

"Cassie...Lias!"

At first, his voice was hesitant and hesitant, but then he recalled certain scenes and became firm.

With a gentle squeeze of his hands, Casillas nodded towards Yinla and said hello.

At this time, Holm also came over quickly.

He seemed to understand something about Carter's conversation just now.

"Hello, my name is Casillas."

"Grindelwald and I are friends."

"He hasn't arrived yet, but he will soon."

Casillas said gently.

As he spoke, he slightly grasped his hand forward and took out a triangular necklace. The circle in the middle was divided into two by a black vertical bar.

It is the mark of a saint.

"Gettler said that seeing this chain is like seeing him in person."

Looking at this necklace exudes an aura of familiarity and awe.

Looking up at this familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Holm took out his wand, placed it gently on his left chest, and said respectfully.

"Chief Intelligence Officer Home Flagg at your command."

Seeing this, Casillas nodded slightly.

With the similar faces between him and Grindelwald, those who were mistaken might have guessed it early.

In this case, Grindelwald would naturally not do nothing.

This saint's necklace, which represents status, is naturally one of them.

Carter Ian Vera and others on the side watched this scene without saying a word.

Everyone in the other cafes didn't seem to notice anything.

"Ian, how many mages are here now."

Casillas asked.

Holm stood respectfully behind him, while Udyr looked at everyone curiously.

She didn't know much about the wizarding world.

"Except for you, not yet." Ian shook his head and replied.

Not long after they sent the message, they faced a big battle.

When I came to New York, I briefly became familiar with the environment and learned some truths, and then I rushed over.

Naturally, I didn't meet anyone else who was meeting up, and there was a high probability that everyone else was on their way.

Casillas nodded in understanding.

Introducing Udyr to everyone: "This is Udyr, my student. He is a mage from the New York Temple lineage. Before he came, he was the law enforcer at the Kama Taj headquarters."

Seeing this woman in dark yellow clothes, everyone smiled and nodded to show their understanding.

"Master Casillas, you are most familiar with the New York Temple."

"I wonder if you have detected it or not. Is this location suitable?"

Hearing Vera's impatient tone, Casillas had a smile on his face and nodded slowly.

"Of course, I've been fully tested."

"Very well, just like our world, this is also a weak point in space."

“The establishment of the New York Temple is a perfect fit.”

Hearing this, Ian, Vera, including Udyr and others all showed happy expressions on their faces.

But then, Casillas added: "As for the location of the New York Temple and the London Temple, I guess there is a high probability that there will be no problem."

"But, here in London..."

Casillas stopped talking, and everyone understood.

Everyone felt a little awkward for a moment.

Especially Ian Vera.

They had just fought a big battle in London not long ago, and even almost caused a disaster that destroyed the city.

And Tom Riddle also has a widening influence, both conscious and unconscious.

The establishment of the London Temple may be more difficult than expected.

"Don't worry about London for now, just do what we have in front of us."

Ian also felt that something was wrong with everyone and quickly changed the topic.

Casillas was also very cooperative and started to speak with a smile.

"After all, I was the guardian mage of the New York Temple before."

"The establishment of the New York Temple is something I am familiar with. I have communicated with Lockhart before, and I have brought the corresponding resources for the establishment."

"Now I just need some mages to cooperate with me."

Upon hearing the good news, Carter showed a smile on his face and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely cooperate with you."

"Establish three major temples as soon as possible to welcome Lockhart's return and kill Tom Riddle."

When talking about the last goal, Carter's tone became obviously colder, and he even looked like he was gritting his teeth.

The past 30 years have not been easy for Kamal Taj, and many wizards have died.

All of this must be blamed on Tom Riddle.

…………

London, Commonwealth Wizarding Building.

Compared with the chaos of London as a whole, the building at the core is extremely stable.

As usual, it seemed unaffected by natural disasters.

Yes, the whole of London can be said to be in chaos now.

Huge storms and earthquakes caused immeasurable damage.

The number of ordinary people who died is countless.

Even though the natural disaster has completely stopped and we are in the process of post-disaster reconstruction, it is still full of chaos.

In fact, all this can be solved.

After all, magic is magical.

As long as the wizard takes action, the broken houses and high-rise buildings can be easily restored to their original state.

Injured ordinary people can quickly recover from their injuries by applying magic.

Even people are depressed, fearful and other negative emotions. It can be wiped away with a wave of a magic wand.

but……

There is no wizard to take action, only ordinary people to save themselves!

Therefore, even if the natural disasters stop, the chaos will still continue.

At this moment, almost all wizards in London gathered in the square in front of the building.

Numbering in the tens of thousands, they stood densely in a neat square formation, staring with reverence at the position directly in front of them.

At this moment, Tom Riddle, holding the scepter in his hand, met the adoring gazes of all wizards.

Compared to the wizards and Aurors standing in the back, the pure-blood nobles standing in the front row, or the high-ranking members of the Federation.

Either with a serious look on his face, or with a trembling face.

With their status, they naturally know what happened.

But it was the knowledge that made them uneasy.

They didn't feel too worried when Kamal Taj came out.

But when traces of Lockhart appeared, they subconsciously trembled.

Even if he is not himself, he is just his student.

But an act of God at night in London. It's enough to make everyone here feel alert.

They have not forgotten the miserable situation of the Death Eaters hiding in Tibet when Lockhart was there.

Not to mention, they didn't know how many tricks Lockhart, who was always known for being mysterious, had behind him.

The pure-blood nobles and these senior leaders present could almost all foresee the uneasiness in the future.

boom!

The scepter was raised slightly and landed heavily on the ground. The crisp sound instantly spread throughout the square.

It's so clear to everyone's ears.

At the same time, everyone expelled all distracting thoughts from their hearts and concentrated on waiting for what will happen next.

"Dear wizards, everyone has personally experienced the natural disaster in London."

"I won't say much about the impact."

Tom Riddle's cold tone awakened everyone's memories of that night.

"What has happened has already happened. There is no point in saying more."

"There's only one thing we have to do next."

"That is to prevent the same disaster from happening to other cities."

Tom Riddle's words made all the wizards present breathe a sigh of relief.

No one is worried about accountability these days.

If you are not careful, your whole body may be ruined.

"Today, we only have one theme."

“That’s Kama Taj!”

"It's the group of dark wizards who caused the natural disaster in London!"

Tom Riddle's tone became colder and colder, and all the wizards present were nervous.

"Last night's natural disaster was a shame to the entire federation."

"All wizards present need to remember this moment."

"This is a provocation from the dark wizard to us!"

"What should we do in the face of such a provocation?"

Tom Riddle had just finished speaking.

There was a burst of shouting from below.

"Destroy its law, kill its body, peel off its soul, and destroy its spirit!"

"Destroy its law, kill its body, peel off its soul, and destroy its spirit!"

"Destroy its law, kill its body, peel off its soul, and destroy its spirit!"

"..."

The sound grew louder and louder.

There was a deafening sound in the square, and there was an air of solemnity everywhere.

Let the corners of Tom Riddle's mouth outline a cold arc.

The pure-blood wizard in the front row felt the fanatical shouts coming from behind.

I suddenly felt a little uneasy inside.

Because this enthusiasm seems to be too strong.

It feels not natural, but distorted and deliberately made.

But at this moment and here, of course they wouldn't say much, instead they just shouted with all their strength.

And he shouted as loudly as he could, as if to prove his loyalty.

Even though his master, Voldemort, seemed to have softened his attitude a lot after becoming His Majesty.

But I have never seen him show mercy when it was time to kill.

Some traitors, some wizards who disobeyed orders, they saw with their own eyes the whole process of each other's life being worse than death.

Resources are taken away, families are destroyed, this is all childish.

Losing magical abilities, being cursed, and enduring pain worse than death.

These cruel punishments make people stand cold.

The deafening shouts gradually became quieter.

Tom Riddle also reached out and pressed down, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

Soon, the entire square fell silent.

A large number of wizards looked at Voldemort and Tom Riddle on the high platform with fanatical eyes.

It seems that as long as he gives the order, they are willing to start a war over it.

"I can understand everyone's mood."

"Like everyone else, I am very angry inside."

"After all, the bullying has reached the doorstep. If you don't take revenge, you are no longer a wizard!"

The voice fell again.

Everyone shouted again.

"If you don't avenge this revenge, you are no longer a wizard!"

"If you don't avenge this revenge, you are no longer a wizard!"

"If you don't avenge this revenge, you are no longer a wizard!"

"..."

Seeing everyone's enthusiastic and excited expressions, Voldemort nodded.

Wait until the sound slowly drops again.

Voldemort spoke again, and the chilling voice reached every wizard's ears.

"I declare that starting from today, the entire federation, all Muggles, and all wizards will use all their strength to encircle and suppress the dark wizard of Kama Taj."

"Anyone who covers up or cooperates with him will be his ally and will be killed!"

The cold voice spread throughout the square, and all the wizards present raised their wands and shouted with all their strength.

"Must kill!"

"Must kill!"

"Must kill!"

"..."

………………

Night, London.

After Voldemort's lecture during the day, he saw through various channels that all wizards in various continents began to mobilize.

Europe, America, and even Africa began to mobilize powerful wizards to form various teams to search for traces of Kama Taj.

Various means have also begun to be used frequently.

Intelligence, divination, prophecy...

It seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal.

call! call! call!

The cold wind blew across the square and passed through the building, picking up fallen leaves and blowing them far into the sky.

At this moment, in the center of the square, a figure in black robes was walking leisurely.

The strong wind blew by, but it didn't seem to affect any of his actions at all.

Even the robes didn't seem to be blown.

It was Voldemort, Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle looked into the distance, looking at the brightly lit city, with a look of indifference in his eyes.

tread! tread! tread!

The sound of crisp footsteps sounded, and Tom Riddle walked away.

As I walked, the figure seemed to begin to fade, become a bit illusory, and then disappear.

The whole square was deserted.

At the same time, in front of the ruins of Hogwarts, the figure of Tom Riddle emerged.

Looking at the dilapidated Hogwarts Castle, Tom's face. Showing ridicule and resentment.

Without hesitation, he walked directly into the dilapidated gate, passed through the barren grassland, and entered the dilapidated castle.

There was dust everywhere, and there were more or less scratches and bite marks on the handles of the stairs and the classroom doors.

Tom obviously didn't care, or maybe he already knew.

Step onto the stairs and keep walking towards the top of the steps.

1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor...

He was not too tired and walked directly to the 8th floor and to the top of the entire castle.

The location of the principal's office!

Click! Click! Click!

He reached out and pushed forward, and the door clicked open.

The environment inside the principal's office is completely different from the outside.

If the outside is dusty, the inside is as clean as new.

There was even a fire burning in the fireplace and a cup of hot coffee sitting on the table.

Tom walked in and sat down at the table very naturally, in the chair where Dumbledore had been sitting.

Squinting his eyes, he stared at the hot coffee in front of him.

Snapped!

With a slight snap of his fingers, a house elf appeared at the table the next moment.

"Another cup of coffee, put it on the opposite side."

Facing the master's order, the house elf's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was holding a cup of steaming coffee on the table.

Voldemort sat on the chair, picked up the coffee, and took a leisurely sip.

He said softly towards the empty opposite side.

“The coffee is great!”

"Hogwarts has raised house elves and it's still very pleasing."

"You're right."

"Dumbledore!"