Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 516 I Need the Absolute Loyalty of a Pureblood Necromancer (Second)

boom!

Like a nuclear explosion, a dark green mushroom cloud suddenly rose.

Seeing the oncoming dazzling Green light and the stinging pain from their eyes, they quickly closed their eyes.

There was nothing but horror on their faces.

As for pure-blood necromancers like Lucius Malfoy, who had a history of betrayal, they were more appalled than fear.

With such great strength, participating in the battle of Gringotts was completely tied to the boat of the Dark Lord.

I'm afraid they won't be able to escape if they want to.

After all, they also had a part in robbing Gringotts. Even if most of the dead were goblins, the wealth loss of the entire necromancer world would be on their heads.

It was really tied up completely.

There is fear in the bitter summer, and there is a glimmer of hope in the fear.

They follow the action of the black demon Wang. On the one hand, they have to, and on the other hand, there is no new hope.

boom!

The air waves gradually disappeared, and the dazzling green light gradually dimmed.

In the eyes of everyone, the ruins that had gone through the war completely disappeared, as if they had been gasified, and there was only thin yellow sand on the entire ground.

It is as smooth as silk, and the overall look is abnormally smooth, even revealing a different kind of beauty.

And these, in the eyes of the surrounding Death Eaters, only feel more terrifying.

Really horrible control.

After such a fierce battle just now, the final ending is so smooth!

Yes, it is silky smooth.

If you say hit it, hit it, and if you say it, you will accept it.

This is the strong.

They thought with envious eyes.

Immediately after

"Recovery!"

Tom Riddle flicked his wand lightly.

Immediately, the thin sand on the ground began to gather toward the middle, like time going backwards, and automatically formed into black bricks, gray stone pillars, and brown wooden shelves.

Even White's books, yellow parchment, etc. have resurfaced one after another.

While flying all over the sky, the original house and the study reappeared one after another, covering the figures of the two of them.

After seeing the surroundings, most of them finally retreated and returned to where they came from.

A small number of necromancers immediately understood after seeing it, and hurried back to their place of residence.

The battle between the two masters just now shows the seriousness of the conflict.

At this time, if you get together again, it will become a real court of death.

"Tom, tell me, when did you start the deal with them? What did you get?"

Voldemort asked coldly and coldly.

The battle just now vented out all the unwillingness, anger, and killing intent in his heart.

Or another more appropriate term.

In the evenly matched battle just now, he was even vaguely at a disadvantage.

Let him calm down.

After all, the two sides originally had a common enemy, but at this time, if they fight internally, separate, or even push each other to the enemy's side.

That's true, driving myself to a corner.

This is true for him, and it is also true for the other party.

Voldemort thought so.

Therefore, when they finally demonstrated their force, they ended the battle with a tacit understanding.

"I told you before that the current situation in the UK is not suitable for us."

"And I don't plan to be the mortal enemy of Dumbledore and Lockhart forever."

"Naturally, there will be some form of tacit understanding."

Tom said slowly, as if explaining to Voldemort: "I want to gain a firm foothold in Europe in a short time and achieve my goal."

"We need enough resources, and as many as possible."

"This kind of transaction, for me, has no loss at all, but a lot of gain. Why should I refuse?"

When it came to the word rejection, Tom waved his hand deliberately.

It seems to be saying, if it is you, so are you.

In fact, Voldemort thought about it for a while, and found that it was the same.

As long as the benefits are sufficient, he will not be stingy with making a shot.

"This time, for you, although I didn't ask you how much you have gained, I believe you should be very satisfied."

Listening here, Voldemort remained indifferent, without any expression.

But Tom didn't care, and continued to talk: "Besides, I personally think that this action is very effective."

"We need enough people to go to Europe, black necromancers are needed when fighting, and with pure-blooded slick characters and complicated relationships, there must be absolutely no less."

"After this action, I believe that group of pure-bloods should put themselves in the right position."

Having said that, Tom had a clear sneer on his face.

A pure-blooded family, a typical fence.

If you don't put pressure on them, how can you be faithful and obedient.

"Tell me, what did you get from Kama Taj?"

Voldemort emphasized again.

What they said before, he understood, even understood.

But both of them are the same person, and their respective thoughts can be guessed to be indistinguishable.

Cooperating with Kamar-Taj to act like this, his own character will not help for no reason.

Without benefits, even big benefits, it is absolutely difficult to continue.

Immediately after

An ink-green light ball emerged in Tom's hand.

Sensing the majestic spiritual power and illusory aura contained inside the ball of light, Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This is the so-called dream world seed."

"Lockhart gave this to you?"

There was deep distrust in the words.

The dream world, although he doesn't know how useful it is?

But what he knows now is that the entire necromancer wealth card system is based on the dream world.

One can imagine the importance of the dream world.

Generally speaking, such important things are rarely obtained, even as lifelines, it is too late to cover them up, so how could they be given away?

Mainly because it exceeded Voldemort's imagination.

"Don't worry, the seed value of the dream world is not as great as you think."

"The important thing is to collect enough high-quality spiritual power later to cultivate the dream world."

As the voice fell, Tom flicked his hand casually, and a dark green seed like jade slowly fell in front of Voldemort.

"This is another dream world seed, which can be studied and used if you are interested."

Tom explained calmly.

After Voldemort heard it, he narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Reach out and grab it, and put your spiritual power into this jade-like dream seed.

He wants to see, what is the so-called dream world?

How much does it have to do with dreams?

How to support the operation of the wealth card system?

Well, to be honest, Voldemort still feels pain in the flesh, and still misses the wealth card system.

To put it bluntly, when you see others making money, you feel like you are losing money.

He also wants to reproduce.

Just as the spiritual power penetrated into the dream seed, a conspicuous obstacle flooded into my heart.

Voldemort didn't have any accidents, but instead increased the infusion of spiritual power, and at the same time concentrated the magic power in it.

At the moment Tom's voice warmed Voldemort's heart.

"I have reached an agreement with Lockhart and the others that the necromancer wealth card system can also be promoted in Europe by us."

(end of this chapter)