Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 542 Grindelwald: Destiny, how magnificent and evil you are!

Around huge amounts of depressions, Purple's flames formed a cage, besieging a large number of acromantulas.

When the ink green poisonous mist entered it, the eight-eyed spider inside roared and howled angrily.

Standing in mid-air, Grindelwald silently watched everything in front of him.

Watching Purple's flame transform into a cage, unconsciously, the corners of his mouth twitched as if recalling something from the past.

However, he quickly set his sights on the red-haired girl who was casting a spell.

Silver White's pupils look into Wanda Black's eyes.

definitely, and the Dragon Xiaobai on her shoulder

The forces of destiny are converging to illuminate your choices and guide your thoughts.

finally appeared in front of me.

Any resistance you have will only turn into further impetus, and fate has given the final answer to everything.

Destiny, what a majestic force, and what... evil.

call! call! call!

hum! hum! hum!

Grindelwald looked away as Purple's flames intersected with the blood's Red mist.

His eyes were on Voldemort and the blood gushing from him, the Red Fog Bloodworm.

It has to be said that Voldemort is in the same echelon as him, and indeed he still has two brushes.

This bloody bug is really dangerous.

I don't know how Voldemort manipulated it so easily.

But what surprised Grindelwald the most was...

Scarlet's fate converges constantly.

Here, this moment seems to be Voldemort's home field, and the world seems to be helping him.

As if celebrating what he's done.

why?

Killing, although there is a chance to be favored by fate.

But there is no doubt that only the enemy of fate will be treated like this.

And they have a savior whom fate loves, why is this so.

Doubts emerged in his mind, Grindelwald stood in mid-air, quietly watching every move of Voldemort, Harry Potter, Wanda Ian and others.

A little puzzled, he needs to get more information to get the answer he wants.

"Professor Credence, it's time for you to act."

Ian's voice echoed all around, and Grindelwald turned his gaze to the ground.

Soon, a man wearing a black necromancer robe also appeared in Grindelwald's line of sight.

old friend.

Grindelwald looked at the familiar face with a faint smile on his face.

The concealment method is really powerful, Dumbledore, Voldemort can't find it, he is not surprised.

However, who made this old friend and his fate intertwined too closely.

It can be said that from the time of youth, the fate of the other party has collided with oneself, intertwined with each other, and even entangled with each other.

The friend's luck is obviously bad, and he is perceiving the flow of fate, and the other party is actually hiding under his nose.

Every move is like the lines in the palm of your hand.

At this moment, it is really easy to kill him!

With that thought in mind, Grindelwald continued to observe the battle between old friends Credence and Voldemort.

Moran's magical power really has its own unique features, but it is still the food of the blood worms.

That's right, even with his own magic power, which he is best at Fiendfire, it is still difficult to completely stop these bugs.

It has to be said that Voldemort, who has been favored by fate, and these extremely dangerous and infinitely adaptable bloodworms in front of him are really too tricky.

"Lockhart, if you don't make a move, your students will be doomed!"

Credence's shout sounded, and Grindelwald suddenly raised his head, staring at the mid-air not far away.

I saw Lockhart wearing a seven-color necromancer robe came into view.

At the same time, Lockhart was also smiling to himself.

Their eyes met, Silver White's pupils and Emerald Green's eyes met each other, and a smile appeared at the same time.

It seems that the two had a feeling early on.

As Lockhart pronounced his name, Grindelwald appeared in everyone's eyes.

At this moment, the black mist on the ground intertwined with the blood red mist and the purple flame.

In the sky, Lockhart and Grindelwald, one in a Seven Colored necromancer robe and the other in a gray necromancer robe, looked at each other.

call!

As the blood red mist gradually retracted, Credence also retracted the black mist transformed by his magic power, and Remy also retracted his purple flame.

The fog of blood returned to Voldemort's body, and Grindelwald and Lockhart slowly fell to the ground.

"Meet you again, Grindelwald." Lockhart looked at Grindelwald's silver pupils with interest.

As the thought turned, Seven Colored's power of dreams evolved into pale Gold's power of destiny, covering the other party's destiny.

"Yeah, Lockhart, I really didn't expect us to meet here." Grindelwald said slowly in a steady tone.

As he spoke, he looked around the environment of the Forbidden Forest, his voice was low, and he said with some emotion: "Here, if Albus comes again, it would be great."

Immediately afterwards, Grindelwald said in a probing tone: "Lockhart, I'm really curious about what you used to convince Albus."

"He was such a determined person, I can hardly imagine him being persuaded not to participate, to be a bystander."

As for Grindelwald's question, Lockhart continued to play with the Sling Ring in his hand as if he didn't hear it.

However, the conversation between the two made Voldemort, who was beside Voldemort, a little impatient.

Ever since he knew that the biggest black hand behind the scenes was Lockhart, the killing intent in his heart couldn't stop coming out, and the thought of revenge recurred in his heart all the time.

"Grindelwald, would like to know the answer, very simple."

Voldemort raised a finger and said word by word: "Grab Lockhart, let me check the memory."

Speaking of this, Voldemort showed a cruel smile on his face: "No matter how much you say, it's better to fight. When you see blood, you can say anything."

As he said that, a large number of blood worms emerged from his body again, forming a mist of blood red behind him.

He was full of contempt for the habit of talking before fighting.

Having said so much, you will not get any useful information, and you will end up with a big battle.

Definitely, you can speak by yourself, but not by others.

Well, he, Voldemort, is such a double standard!

Grindelwald frowned slightly after hearing this, but seeing Lockhart's attitude, he also knew that it seemed impossible to get useful information from Lockhart through communication alone.

then……

call!

With a slight flick of his right hand, Blue's Fiendfire fell to the ground like water droplets.

In an instant, Fierce Fire surged and spread rapidly along the ground.

He didn't rush towards anyone directly, but spread towards the surroundings, forming a fire circle with huge amounts of Blue.

The remaining grass within the circle of fire turned withered and yellow in a short period of time, and then spontaneously burned as if unable to stand the scorching Fierce Fire.

Soon, only a piece of yellow land was left in the circle of Fiendfire.

Lockhart, Credence, Voldemort, all of them were in this circle, as if this was a duel field reserved for them.

"It should have been like this!"

Voldemort licked his lips and said bloodthirstyly.

At the same time, the blood mist filled the back, spinning and expanding rapidly like a storm.

And Lockhart, with Seven Colored rays of light in his eyes, stretched his palm forward slightly.

A large amount of Seven Colored dream power spewed out.

In a very short time, a Seven Colored barrier stood in front of him.

Wanda, Ian, Harry, Hermione and others all ran behind Lockhart.

As for Credence, he also slowly walked to Lockhart's side.

The wand stretched out, and the familiar black mist emerged again.

(end of this chapter)