Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 534 Dumbledore, you are really strong!

Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Pub.

"Credence, don't just drink, come and help or chat."

Standing on the counter, Aberforth shouted to his son who had returned from America not far away.

He is also full of white hair now, and his beard is grizzled, just like Dumbledore.

But his son Credence is extremely young, with Black's short hair and a young face, as if he was only in his 20s.

It is difficult for ordinary people to think that the relationship between these two is father and son.

Still, that's magic.

A powerful necromancer always has a way of extending his lifespan and keeping himself young.

Especially a necromancer like Credence who was able to fight Grindelwald one-two at a young age.

With Superman's ability, coupled with years of honing, he is currently considered a powerful necromancer in the entire necromancer world.

But at this moment, the black-haired wizard who was drinking was a little impatient in the face of his father's greeting, but he still stood up and walked slowly while holding the wine glass.

"How is the situation in the United States?"

"Why did you run back from the United States?"

Watching his son come forward, Aberforth poured a glass of his best whiskey, and asked with concern.

My own son, because of some encounters in his childhood.

Although the relationship between the two is admitted, it seems that they don't really get along like father and son.

On the contrary, the way the two parties get along is more like...friends.

Credence could definitely hear Aberforth's concerned tone, and he didn't hide it, after taking a sip of the flaming whiskey.

Introduce the current situation in the United States: "In the United States, how should I put it, the appearance of goblins is far beyond necromancer's expectations."

"But the situation has finally stabilized."

"The confrontation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald has brought the heat on the battlefield down by at least a notch."

Credence briefly introduced.

"As for my coming back this time."

Speaking of this, Credence showed a resigned look on his face: "I fought Grindelwald before, and I want to see the seals that have been sealed for many years. Is there any chance to kill him or seriously injure him?"

"However, that strength is somewhat beyond my imagination."

"Are you okay?" Aberforth asked with concern immediately before Credence finished speaking.

This is his only son, the last of his blood, he is precious.

"He can't kill me." Credence seemed a little reluctant to say more.

But looking at the unwilling expression on his face, it seemed that he had suffered a lot from fighting Grindelwald.

"Then I heard that Dumbledore came to the United States, ready to meet and join his alliance to solve Grindelwald?"

"Unexpectedly, Dumbledore asked me to do something for him."

"What is it?" Aberforth's nerves tensed immediately upon hearing his big brother's request.

My family knows my own affairs.

My own big brother Dumbledore's calculations are simply full of hearts and minds.

The two generations of Dark Lords were all calculated to die by Dumbledore alone, the seal of the seal.

Credence hesitated after hearing this, wondering if he should tell his father.

Although Dumbledore asked not to let anyone know, he emphasized confidentiality.

However, to be honest with Dumbledore, he didn't have that high trust either.

If it weren't for helping him when he was young, and the relationship between the two parties was still uncle and nephew.

I'm afraid I won't even agree.

At the moment, suddenly.

"Boss, I'm here. I brought my good friend to find you."

Ian's voice came from afar.

After hearing the familiar voice, Aberforth looked up at the door.

See the familiar Ian and the three necromancers behind him.

Thinking of the other party Kamar-Taj and the relationship with Lockhart, the smile on his face is a bit complicated.

But he still greeted: "Ian, here we come. What do you and your friends want to drink? What do you want to eat? Order whatever you like."

"Today I have a treat."

And at the moment, Ian led the three of Wanda to the counter.

He introduced to his boss, Aberforth, who once took good care of him: "Boss, these three are my best friends."

As he spoke, he pointed to the three of them and introduced, "Remy, Vera, and Wanda."

"Today I specially brought them to the Pig's Head Bar to taste your craft, boss."

After Ian finished speaking, he looked sideways at the black-haired man Credence.

Just now I saw the two seem to be having some exchanges.

"Who is this"

"My son, Credence."

Aberforth made no secret of this, and was even very proud of it.

"son?"

Before Ian could speak, Wanda on the side was a little surprised.

Once again, he glanced at Aberforth, who was nearly 70 or 80 years old, and this young man who looked only in his 20s.

really

Old and strong!

This weird idea suddenly appeared in Wanda's mind.

Ke Reiss lamp on the side had already noticed the red-haired witch.

Seeing the weird look on Wanda's face, with a movement of his eyes, he ingested The God's Telekinesis and activated it slightly, and immediately read the general mood of the other party.

"Girl, I'm already in my 60s." Kreiss laughed.

At the same time, Wanda, who seemed to be aware of ingesting The God's Telekinesis, had a subconscious vigilance on her face.

But when Kreissden mentioned his age, he couldn't believe it.

An old man in his 60s with a 20-year-old face.

"How did you take care of it?" Wanda's eyes lit up instantly, and she didn't intend to pursue the intake of The God's Telekinesis just now, and asked with a hint of urgency in her tone: "Can I also study, study?"

For Wanda's question, Vera on the side also listened attentively.

It is the nature of witches to love beauty.

Even Ian and Remy silently planned to remember it.

Being young forever is also a temptation for them.

Ke Reiss looked into the eyes of the four people, and he didn't need to ingest The God's Telekinesis to know what they were thinking?

So he smiled and prepared to decline, "This is related to our family's ability."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to reach my level."

Hearing this, Wanda was a little disappointed.

However, when Kreissden looked at Xiaobai on Wanda's shoulder, he seemed to feel something, his expression changed slightly, and then he immediately changed his words.

"However, I have studied several potions for maintaining youthful vitality, and there are still some methods."

"Although I can't achieve the effect I have now, I can still maintain the most beautiful time of a necromancer for a long time."

"Do you need it?"

As a powerful necromancer in the necromancer world, his experience is enough to write a thick book.

Isn't it just some way to keep young and beautiful?

He really has quite a few.

Wanda, when Vera heard it, her face lit up instantly, and then Vera took a step forward with some reserve, and said slowly: "Your Excellency Credence, what do you need?"

"Golden Gallon, we can pay for magic knowledge, or magic items."

For Villa to come up with the idea of ​​a formal deal.

Credence, in his heart, admired Vera's maturity, but what deserved to be slaughtered was still to be slaughtered.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly.

Credence seemed to sense something, his eyes fixed, and he set his sights on the door of the Pig's Head Bar.

The black flames in the middle of the pupils flickered slightly, and a figure wearing a Black necromancer robe with a lightning scar on his forehead came into view.

It was Harry Potter!

(end of this chapter)