Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Northern Norway, Durmstrang.

As the northernmost point in Europe, Durmstrang has been in a cold state for a long time.

Even in summer, little necromancers have to wear necromancer robes covering their whole body.

Definitely, some senior necromancers can survive the cold with magic such as warming spells.

Or some low-grade pure-blood Necromancers will also rely on the enchanted Necromancer robes to resist the cold wind.

In fact, many years ago, many pure-blood families proposed to set up a large-scale warming spell near Durmstrang.

Let Durmstrang feel like spring all year round.

However, it was directly rejected by the principal at the time, Harfang.

She thinks:

Suffering creates brilliance!

These cold winds are just a small grind.

If even this bit of pain is unbearable, how can we achieve greatness in the future.

After hearing these reasons, those pure-blood parents didn't propose any more.

After all, their children go to school here.

Their original intention is to make their children more Excellent, not to be reduced to a waste.

Moreover, the prestige of President Harfang was extremely strong at that time.

Compete with Dumbledore.

The dueling and martial arts magic courses she established are still being carried out today, and they are impressive.

This is also the root of Durmstrang's famous teaching of black magic.

At this moment, as Durmstrang's headmaster, Igor Kar Carlov, is staying in his study and taking a nap.

As a mascot, he deeply knows that as long as he does nothing, then it is the best choice.

Especially when Lord Grindelwald promised him not to make trouble during this term.

Then you can help him get rid of the Death Eater mark and give him shelter.

So, he is very knowledgeable.

Ever since I knew about Grindelwald and the Saints organization, I didn't want to cause earth-shaking disturbances in Europe.

Just want to subtly replace.

Therefore, he cooperated very well, completely treating himself like a pig.

Eat and sleep all day long, sleep and eat, stay bored, just read magic books.

He basically didn't even go out to the principal's office, and he didn't have any requirements for the appointment of professors, as long as he handed over the list, he would sign it.

It can be said that he completely regards himself as a decoration, a tool to stabilize people's hearts, especially the hearts of the Ministry of Magic in European countries.

Otherwise, if they knew, Grindelwald would have no scruples and directly changed the principal of another school.

The probability of the Ministry of Magic of these countries joining forces will rise sharply.

For Grindelwald, that's the real trouble.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The faint sound of sound sleep sounded, which seemed to indicate that Carlos had fallen asleep.

At this moment, his inner sense of security is very sufficient, and he has no anxiety at all after knowing that his former master was resurrected.

Really, he lives as a pig completely, which may be his wisdom.

He is also very grateful to have Grindelwald's promise, and the former owner is not a problem for him now.

After all, no matter what, the Dark Lord will not be an enemy of Grindelwald just because he is a necromancer, right?

It's like tearing down a house when you see a cockroach.

Impossible and unrealistic.

So Karloff fell asleep very peacefully.

However.

The Death Eater marks intertwined with skulls and snakes began to walk slowly on the arms.

A faint ink-green light glowed on the arm, as if conveying some kind of message.

next moment.

hum!

The space in the principal's office began to ripple like water.

The picture of the ocean, blue sky, and cliffs is faintly revealed.

Definitely, there are also a large number of black necromancers, who line up neatly like an army.

A pale arm walked straight into Durmstrang's principal's office through the space like ripples on the surface of water.

The next moment, a Voldemort wearing a black necromancer robe with pale skin on his body had crossed the ocean and reached another continent.

call!

The surrounding air seems to have become a little cold.

Carloff, who fell asleep, couldn't help trembling.

Immediately after

He felt a cold object sticking to his face.

Even sleeping in a dream, he felt a little uncomfortable.

So started to struggle, started to wake up, and then

"Master Master"

Looking at the scarlet eyes and the familiar and cold pale face in front of him, Carlof said in a trembling voice.

Now, he feels dizzy, feels like he is dreaming, and he can't believe it.

He once reported all the Death Eaters.

Even the most trusted and loyal Barty Crow Jr. of the Dark Lord was reported by him.

It can be said that he really offended the group of Death Eaters completely.

That's why he came to Europe from England.

I really can't get along.

There are quite a few pure-blooded Death Eaters who survived, wishing to teach themselves a profound lesson, and even took their heads and sacrificed their dead comrades.

"Carlo, it seems that you have had a pretty good life in recent years."

I heard the master's cold voice.

Scared, Carlof let go of the wand he had just grabbed, and dropped it to the ground.

"Master. Master"

Carlof tried desperately to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes were full of desperation now, and he wished that Grindelwald had appeared and relieved him of the danger he faced.

tread! tread! tread!

Follow Voldemort's figure across half of the world to Durmstrang.

Tom Riddle, also wearing an ink green necromancer robe, arrived at the headmaster's office in Durmstrang.

Behind him, Barty Crouch Jr., Bella and a group of Death Eaters slowly walked in.

All of a sudden, the originally spacious principal's room began to become a little cramped.

"Master, let me teach this dead fat pig a lesson."

Barty Crouch Jr. stepped forward and said respectfully to Voldemort. He looked at Carlof with malicious eyes.

If this guy hadn't betrayed him, how could he have been caught?

However, Voldemort perceived with great interest the longing and resentment deep in his heart.

Nodding slightly, without speaking, he took a slight step backward, as if handing over the scene to Barty Crouch Jr.

Then

"Cruciate!"

"Ahh."

Fishy Red's spell directly hit Carlof's body.

Only a violent scream was heard, spreading throughout the room.

Carlof trembled all over, his face became pale, sweat flowed all over the floor, and his body was constantly twisted like a maggot on the floor.

Hearing the screams in his ears, Barty Crouch Jr.'s face was full of joy.

On the other hand, Tom looked at him and waved a magic wand casually to obstruct the transmission of the voice, so he didn't care.

He is now trying to get through the headmaster's office to perceive the entire state of Durmstrang.

This is the first step to come to Europe and become king - capture Durmstrang!