Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"For the greater good!"

On the surface of the castle of Ilvermorny College in the United States, the words Gold appear from day to night.

Every student of Ilvermorny can see the same sentence as long as he raises his head.

This is the philosophy of leader Grindelwald.

It is also the common goal of the Saints organization:

For the... greater good!

What is the greater good?

To suppress goblins? Rule America? Develop new magic?

These may or may not be true.

Because, this is only a small part.

So what is the greater good?

Leader Grindelwald made it clear: There is but one greater good.

That is the benefit of the necromancer.

For the saints, everything in the world has no necromancer's interests, and the interests are great.

As a necromancer, you must definitely safeguard the interests of the necromancer and make them inviolable.

necromancer supremacy!

This is the thought shared by all the saints, including the reserve saints.

The so-called suppression of goblins, development of magic, etc., are just various means to protect the interests of necromancers.

The goal of everything is to bring necromancer back to the peak period, or even surpass the peak period.

Let all races in the world respect the Necromancer again.

This makes them very proud and regards it as the truth.

And, through this idea, most of the necromancer forces in the United States, surrender to the saints.

The reason is simple, everyone is a necromancer, who would refuse something that is good for him.

Especially pure blood necromancers, this idea is almost in their hearts.

At the moment, at this moment, it is night, and the bright moonlight falls on the school like flowing water.

The slight chirping of cicadas seems to reveal that silence is the theme of the moment.

However, from a distance, the center of the castle is brightly lit.

Sometimes soft, sometimes intense piano dance music, it seems to indicate that a grand ball is being held.

"Beautiful and elegant Ms. Nicole, may I invite you to a dance?"

"Definitely, I wish I could get an invitation from Mr. Cassirer."

"..."

In the bright and opulent hall, the men wore Black tuxedos with White bow ties, while the women mostly wore fringed gowns adorned with ornate flowers and beads.

Under the guidance of melodic and fast-paced music, male and female necromancers danced complex dance steps, showing their elegance and skills.

They were dancing and whispering, what seemed to be communicating?

"Mr. Cassirer, have you heard the news from the Magic Council?" Nicole whispered, "What do the Danvers family think?"

After Cassirer heard this, he was silent for a moment, and immediately put his hand on the opponent's slender waist.

Taking Nicole forward a few steps, turning around, he said, "Nicole, it's not wise to talk about this here."

Yes, this woman is beautiful, but she has no palace in her heart, and she can't hide things.

It's just a vase!

After hearing this, Nicole seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, so she immediately changed the subject and said, "Mr. Cassirer, do you know about the mysterious Dark Lord in England?"

"A French pen pal of mine wrote to me that the current ruler of France is a mysterious man."

"The situation in France is not good now."

"Really?" Cassirer asked back: "Are you sure the news is true?"

"Definitely, the Danvers family should have received the news a long time ago!" Nicole said with a positive tone.

Cassirer Danvers remained silent, as if acquiescing to what the other party said.

And Nicole and Cassirer took a few steps forward together with graceful steps, and then continued with great interest: "It is said that the mysterious man suffered a lot from that Principal Lockhart. "

"Now the mysterious person is constantly spreading news in France, slandering Professor Lockhart."

"Not only that he is a black necromancer, but also that he is the most evil black necromancer in the world by killing people and playing with souls"

"What's more, they say that Lockhart is not from this world, but a black necromancer who invaded our world, calling on all necromancers to besiege Lockhart."

"What do you think of these messages, Cassirer?"

Nicole asked curiously. To be honest, the first time she saw such a rumor from a letter from a book friend, she couldn't help but feel speechless.

How many necromancers would believe such rumors?

Lockhart, the pioneer of meditation and the leader of the new era of necromancer, has a high reputation all over the world.

And Voldemort, that is, the mysterious man, with his embarrassing reputation, it is only a problem if he believes it.

Rumors like this are still spreading so widely, it's like rubbing the necromancer's IQ under his feet.

It is said that rumors stop at the wise. It seems that there are very few smart people in France. No wonder they were so easily suppressed by Voldemort.

Nicole complained silently in her heart, and then stared at the pure-blood necromancer in front of her.

As a mixed race, she is quite envious of pure blood from the bottom of her heart. She wants to take this opportunity to see how pure blood sees such things.

Looking at Nicole's exquisite face, Bi Green's big eyes stared at herself eagerly.

Even though he knew that the other party was a bit big-chested and brainless, Cassirer still felt agitated.

"Sorry, Nicole, this is the first time I've heard such news. We'll talk to you after we return to the family."

Hearing Cassirer's perfunctory attitude, Nicole was instantly annoyed.

After asking several questions in a row, I found that the other party was still talking and perfunctory, like an old fox unwilling to reveal his true intentions.

Nicole's originally high mood subsided all of a sudden. After dancing for a while, she turned and left to find a new necromancer to dance and communicate with.

Recently, the world of necromancers around the world has been a bit turbulent. There have been turmoil in Britain, Germany, France, and the United States where I am.

She wanted to be safe and live for a long time, and as a beautiful woman, she naturally had to give full play to her advantages and obtain more information.

Well, if you can hook up a wealthy son-in-law and join a pure-blood family, then the security will be much greater.

Watching Nicole leave, Cassirer had a look of regret on his face.

I have to say that although Nicole is a bit big-chested and brainless, she is indeed a stunner.

It's a pity that the information she asked involved family secrets, otherwise they could have a chat and have fun.

Yes, the incident in France also happened. When I went to the four families, I received the news, and I have been paying close attention to it.

After all, Voldemort is one of the top forces in the necromancer world, and he seems to be in an alliance with Lord Grindelwald who he is now following.

How could they not pay attention.

Especially Lockhart, the common enemy of Lord and Voldemort.

They are also collecting information about Lockhart.

And after repeated discussions with their family, they naturally decided...

"Hi, I'm Cassirer Danvers, from the Danvers family." Seeing a familiar face, Cassirer immediately won

"Mr. Cassirer, welcome to Ilvermorny." A voice sounded, the voice was flat but polite.

"It is my honor to come to Ilvermorny and attend the saint's dinner." Cassirer Danvers said with a smile on his face.

He didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Fang Ping's pale face.

"Danny, our family has received a piece of news that it seems that the Magic Council has made some big moves recently."

"Is there any specific news from the Saints?"

"Do you need our Danforth family to help investigate." Cassirer said with a smile.

After Danny necromancer heard it, he didn't feel uncomfortable because of the other party's intentional and friendly address, but took a deep look.

He said calmly and confidently: "Thank you Mr. Cassirer for your kindness, but we are well prepared."

"Definitely, we very much welcome friends of the saints to witness with us."

After Cassirer heard it, he didn't directly give a clear answer, but laughed and said: "Definitely definitely, our Danforth family has always been the best friends of the Saints."

Immediately afterwards, the topic began to change: "When will Lord Grindelwald arrive? Our Danforth family has prepared a rich gift for Lord Grindelwald."

This time, he was mainly looking at Grindelwald.

In other words, this is the purpose of most necromancer leaders and pure blood families.

Because rumors are flying all over the place now.

It is said that Grindelwald was seriously injured, and there were even rumors that Grindelwald had already died once, only to be resurrected by chance.

This worried many necromancers who stood in the camp of saints. Many of them put their fortunes and lives on the saints.

They even basically handed in the nomination certificate-the heads of the elite necromancers or elite goblins of the Magic Congress!

"Rumors stop with wise men, Cassirer." Danny still said calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his calm tone, disdainful.

He heard the rumors outside, but he had confidence in his leader, and saw his leader with his own eyes—as usual, still unfathomable, and even vaguely seemed to be stronger.

So, it's just a conspiracy outside to disturb the morale of the army!

Knowing that he can't beat the leader, he can only use such low-level methods to disturb the morale of the army.

Cassirer on the opposite side seemed to be able to hear the confidence in Danny's tone. However, the life of the family behind him would not be decided just because of a word from the other party.

I had to laugh and echoed: "Yes, I don't know which necromancer with a brain full of water spread the rumors, the greatness of the leader, those third-rate necromancer idiots will never figure it out."

After Danny heard it, he nodded slightly, as if in agreement, just when he opened his mouth to say something.

Suddenly, Danny turned his head suddenly, and a familiar figure appeared, and his eyes instantly turned into a look of fanaticism.

"Lord Grindelwald."

"leader."

"..."

The moment Grindelwald appeared, voices of fanaticism, respect, awe, and even fear resounded.

At this moment, Grindelwald, wearing a deep purple necromancer robe, stood on the high platform, watching the necromancers below indifferently.

"Dear necromancers, welcome to this dinner to witness history."

Grindelwald said meaningfully.

Witness history!

What's the meaning?

In an instant, most of the necromancers who participated in the dinner were puzzled and whispered to each other.

It seems that something big is going to happen today.

Standing Grindelwald on a high platform, he could see everyone's surprised and puzzled expressions at a glance.

But he didn't care, and still said calmly: "I believe you have heard a lot of rumors recently."

"It is said that rumors stop at the wise, but the wise are always in the minority, let alone the wise."

"However, I have faith in the saints, and I have faith in all of you."

Having said that, Grindelwald consciously diffused his breath.

Immediately, most of the necromancers present only felt a huge coercion covering themselves, and it was very laborious to breathe.

This made them terrified, but also flashed joy in their hearts.

Lord Grindelwald is fine if he has nothing to do.

They paid the price before, and the resources invested will not be in vain.

Perceiving the emotional changes in most necromancers, Grindelwald nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction.

To be honest, loss of confidence is the most taboo in war.

That's why the Magic Council spread the word.

What he has to do now is to regain confidence and let everyone maintain a better attitude to usher in a decisive battle.

However, war is not about mentality, the most important thing is strength.

Thinking of this, the corners of Grindelwald's mouth curled up.

"Next, tell everyone a good news."

"We have an ally who I believe everyone is familiar with."

As he spoke, Grindelwald waved his hand slightly, and huge amounts of circular optical fibers enveloped the edge of the high platform.

A figure running in green necromancer appeared in front of everyone.

His middle-aged face revealed maturity, and when he looked at the necromancers below, his eyes were deep and cold, which made people shudder.

The blood-red cloak on the back fluttered with the breeze, carrying a dark, gloomy, and desperate atmosphere, making people feel worthy of the Dark Lord.

"Our enemies are not weak," said Grindelwald, speaking confidently and provocatively, "but we are stronger."

"Although Dumbledore and the Goblin King joined forces, we are no less powerful than the upper class."

"There is no need to worry or doubt at all. As long as we are here, you can fight boldly and confidently."

"Your victory will create a new history."

"The future is in your hands, on the magic wand in your hands."

"Now, tell me, do you have confidence in the next duel?"

Hear Grindelwald's provocative words.

A large number of necromancers below shouted: "Have confidence, have confidence."

"Defeat the Magic Congress and expel the goblins!"

"..."

The shouts sounded, causing Voldemort to squint his eyes.

My own Death Eaters didn't seem to be so excited, but it didn't matter.

This time, kill Dumbledore first, then the Goblin King.

at last……

Ally with Grindelwald and destroy Lockhart.

As long as Lockhart dies, the existence that symbolizes supreme power will be caught by surprise.

Thinking of this, Voldemort felt a little excited.

Can't wait to start the battlefield earlier.

Embark on the path to supreme power.