People Are In Hogwarts, Replace The Invisible Man At The Beginning

Jiang Feng's dominance shocked the French Ministry of Magic, but he had nothing to do. The situation was stronger than others. The minister knew that the two rivals who had fought for countless years were about to unify today.

But he didn't know that Jiang Feng's ambition was countless times greater than he thought, what was Britain and France? He wanted to win the entire continent of Europe!

The unification of the Black Continent has already given him a taste of the sweetness. With the backing of a big force, whether it is profound knowledge or precious materials, he can easily get it.

This is true of the lands that have been devastated by the Onsa race, but what about this place?

Jiang Feng couldn't imagine it, but that didn't stop him from working hard in this direction.

And just as he was integrating the two countries, Lord Voldemort encountered the biggest crisis in his life, and the meeting came.

After losing several battles in a row, Voldemort is now a bare-bones commander. He has nothing but black magic in his mind.

"Cunning villain, accept the Lord's judgment!" A group of knights in heavy armor stopped him. They lined up neatly and solemnly, led by a white-haired old man, firmly blocking Voldemort's way.

That old man is the current pope, and he is also the human commander of the Christianity, the shepherd of God in the world, and he is a professional counterpart to Voldemort, the sheep head.

The old pope smiled, and his expression was a little emotional, "Goat's head, snake language, alas, back then I thought you were just suffering from mange, but I didn't expect you to be the enemy of the righteous, so I almost let you go!"

Voldemort let out a smirk and didn't open his mouth. Anyone can say beautiful words, and the one who survives to the end is the winner, and Pi Shangtian didn't.

He didn't know where the old Pope's confidence came from, but his magic was ready right away.

In fact, the Pope's confidence is on his side. He believes that the only God has sent down a savior, and the knights around him are still elite. One team fights one, and the advantage lies in me!

The pope smiled proudly, "Repent, young man, what less will you suffer in hell?!"

Voldemort's magic is ready, this is the trick he has developed for decades, the enhanced version of Pettigrew Peter's street bombing magic, the destructive power is comparable to a small thermonuclear weapon!

It was too late and then soon, Voldemort flicked his wand, and thirteen black pillars of fire appeared out of thin air, surrounding him. The Pope was shocked when he saw this, but it was too late to give an order!

"Boom!!々[!"

Hearing a deafening explosion, Voldemort's five-kilometer radius was shrouded in black light, and Beauxbatons in the distance were shocked by it!

The pitch-black flames burned blazingly, scorching the ground black, leaving only a good place under Voldemort's feet.

"Cough, cough, cough," the Pope pushed away the knight on his body, and said in a bitter voice, "You! Hmph, I was careless..."

Relying on the secret law of the church, these knights successfully protected the pope, but they are also on their way.

The only remaining knights in the referee were all collapsed in the explosion just now. Seeing this, the pope's face twitched, and he felt his heart was bleeding. Now is the age of doom, and the precious resources such as knights are dying one by one.

"It's true that I'm at the end of my rope, but it's not comparable to you, an old thing lingering on my last breath!" Voldemort cried hysterically.

The mana consumption just now is huge, of course he doesn't have that much mana, but he can sacrifice, for this mana, the mana he lost will never come back again!

The Pope is ragged and burnt, and Voldemort is shriveled and shriveled. Both of them are in a desperate situation!

The centenary pope rolled up his sleeves, "Demon, you should die!"

The sheep-headed Voldemort threw the wand, "See the truth, old man!"

The strength of the two has long been exhausted, at this time you punched and kicked each other, wrestling together like a street fight, until Hei Zhen was killed.

She rode a black dragon and looked down at the two of them, "Hmph, it's you two? I really don't know what to care about."

"who?"

"Who!"

The Pope and Voldemort stopped at the same time, but Hei Zhen didn't give them a chance to speak, and the dragon under their feet took a breath.

The two were exhausted and lost their magic, and it was worth rushing to face the dragon's breath, but one of them was the pampered pope, and the other was a wizard from Ye Luzi, how could they run better than Hei Zhen's heroic body?

Within half a minute, the two old men were caught. Without saying a word, she punched one of them and released them on the spot.

Just at this moment, Jiang Feng arrived, looked at the two people on the ground, and nodded with satisfaction, "Very well, you really deserve to be Rangna from my family!"

"Who are you... Shout!" Hei Zhen glared at him, but thinking of the relationship between the two, she didn't know how to refute.

Jiang Feng smiled and didn't say much. He immediately started to set up the magic circle and quickly sacrificed the Pope and Lao Fu. Feeling the changes of the Gorgon Stone, he became more and more satisfied.

"Let's go, Rangna, the teacher will return to court!"

The war ended, and once Voldemort died, Jiang Feng's plan entered the second stage. His dragon men quickly shrank their strength, and quickly packaged their own people as the righteous side and went ashore.

North and South America, the Black Continent, Europa, and even West Asia and the Far East have all surrendered to Jiang Feng in these few years.

The rulers of the mortal mystical forces in the Harry Potter world died one after another, and Jiang Feng easily eroded the Christianity, making the white dragon the new sole god.

Just as Christianity did to Mithraism countless years ago.

Hermione, Penello, Greengrass sisters, countless girls fall in love with Jiang Feng, of course, this is unknown to ordinary people.

In the minds of believers, he has only one lover, and that is the saint who returned from the dead, Jeanne d'Arc!

At this very moment, Jiang Feng was standing underground in the British Ministry of Magic, that is, in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

". "Jeanne, I have decided. Jiang Feng stared at the illusory gate. The Ministry of Magic said that behind this gate was the realm of the dead, and there was no return, but he didn't think so.

Back then, he worked hard and finally cracked the secret of the last of the four treasures, Slytherin's locket.

There is a fragment of a snake god stored there, the exact person is not known (good Zhao Wang), but Jiang Feng absorbed the Gorgon Stone with it, and became a genuine dragon blood demigod. If it was placed in ancient Greece, he would Kind of a hero.

Hei Zhen materialized beside him, "Are you really sure? If, I mean if, if you don't come back, what should I do?"

Jiang Feng fell silent, the Harry Potter world was low-level and low-level, but compared to him now, he was still a behemoth of infinite size.

After all, one side is the world, and the other side is the individual.

Seeing him bow his head and say nothing, Hei Zhen smiled, "Let's go together, little Master."

Jiang Feng was stunned, "You...haven't called me that for a long time, Jeanna."

"Yeah, strictly speaking, you can be regarded as I watched you grow up?" Hei Zhen said with great interest.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the haze in their hearts was swept away. Like the first time they met, they walked through the gate of death arm in arm!