The Hogwarts Professor at Marvel

Chapter 530 Voldemort: Conquering the French Wizarding World

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Kill it!"

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"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Put down your wand, Surrenderer, the great Dark Lord will spare your life."

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"Hold the castle, the Ministry of Magic will support us soon."

"Beauxbatons, will never be captured."

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"Avada Kedavra!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

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The original bright and clean magic castle.

It's a mess now, with wreckage everywhere.

The sounds of struggle, cheers, pain, and wailing resounded throughout the castle.

Almost all the time, dark green and dark red killing curses and killing curses can be seen everywhere.

Blood flowed on the ground, and bones were scattered around like garbage.

It seems that this is the end of the world at this moment.

The sky above the sky was originally filled with purple-gold defensive shields, but now it is also dilapidated.

The black mist of death in the sky is constantly corroding the defense system of this magic castle.

The black water droplets that fell from time to time, just touched the ground, and not long after, the nearby animals and plants immediately turned yellow, as if they had been greatly injured.

Potholes appeared on the ground, and wisps of black mist could be seen emerging from time to time, continuing to expand the eroded area.

It seems to explain the power of the death fog.

This is the French Beauxbaton Academy of Magic, where young wizards are trained.

Known as the safest place except the French Ministry of Magic.

But now, it seems that this magic school that has been passed down for thousands of years is about to fall.

Outside the castle, the originally emerald green lawn has turned into a withered yellow color, mixed with a lot of dark red blood.

From time to time, dark wizards and Death Eaters can be seen walking by.

They hurriedly stepped, waved their wands to accelerate themselves, and galloped towards the interior of the academy.

His eyes were full of indifference to the tragic scenes caused by himself and his companions along the way, and many of them were even full of excitement and joy.

Even when they encountered the skeleton of the little wizard, they didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse, and some even stopped to admire the brutal death scene.

It is also the lofty Beauxbaton College.

It's almost broken by them now.

The college teachers they looked up to are now stepping on the soles of their feet, even begging for their forgiveness.

The excitement this gave them is really hard to describe in words.

Excitement and joy are not enough to describe the situation at this moment.

Originally, the blood was slightly fresh, but it smelled good, and it always felt so sweet.

The pleasure of killing kept stimulating their nerves.

They desire to kill, they expect to kill.

So, they headed for the castle deep in the academy.

There is still Beauxbaton's last resistance force remaining there, as long as the last part of the force is destroyed.

Then, they will completely occupy this magic castle that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Rumble!
Crackling!

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Dark Corrosion!"

"Shadow Impact!"

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In front of the tall castle, there is a khaki defensive barrier.

A large number of dark wizards and Death Eaters stood outside the barrier, waving magic spells excitedly, releasing their best offensive spells.

Looking at a large number of strong fluctuations, the spells of different colors rushed towards the barrier and caused waves.

Many wizards cheered excitedly.

Especially when they saw a crack visible to the naked eye in the defensive barrier, even if it was quickly healed, it stimulated them to speed up the speed of releasing the spell.

This is Beauxbaton's last battle.

The castle shrouded in khaki defensive barriers is the last surviving place of the young wizards and professors of Beauxbaton College.

Once this place is broken through, then it will be the same as the outside, with death and slaughter everywhere, blood and bones.

There is no pity here, and there is no respect for the old and the young.

No matter how beautiful she is, the dark wizard will not be soft.

Even if they are in their early teens and just entered the first grade, they won't let go of little wizards who don't even know the most basic floating spell.

At this moment, overlook Beauxbaton, an ancient building from a high altitude.

You will find that with Beauxbaton as the center, a large number of thick dark red lines emerge on the ground.

These lines are intertwined, flowing and wriggling like blood.

Even look closely, and then clearly observe the breathing and breathing movements of these lines.

It seems that at this moment, the whole earth has life, and these lines are the blood vessels of the earth.

I don't know when, Beauxbaton's surroundings gradually filled with a light purple mist, gradually blending into the surrounding plants and animals, and even the wizard inside.

These purple mist are unexpectedly beautiful and charming, but for some reason, they also give people a creepy feeling.

Like poisonous mushrooms, bright and harmful.

If you focus your sight on these purple mist, the magnification will be doubled, 10 times, a hundred times or even a thousand times.

will find
These mist seem to be composed of extremely tiny purple bugs.

These small bugs are really too small, they seem to be smaller than dust, but their number is extremely large, so at first glance, it is just a purple mist.

And above the sky, a tiny black shadow quietly watched everything in front of him.

As the line of sight zoomed in, the black shadow magnified, and a figure in a black robe with a pale complexion emerged.

It was the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Feeling that the sacrificial magic circle was on the right track, Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with excitement.

He couldn't help but licked his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

Looking at Beauxbaton's Magic Castle, which was still stubbornly resisting, a cold light flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

next moment.
The yew wand in his hand waved slightly.

The purple mist on the surface of the earth seemed to be ordered, and all of them followed the trajectory of the wand, and suddenly gathered towards Beauxbaton Castle in the center.

In a blink of an eye, the purple mist poured into Beauxbaton Academy of Magic from all around like a swimming dragon.

Wherever he goes, nothing grows.

Even withered and yellow weeds will leave a wisp of yellow sand in the end.

The corpses on the ground didn't even have complete bones left. With luck, there were some bone fragments left behind.

With bad luck, everything disappears, as if it didn't exist at all.

The purple ones are like a swarm of insects, swallowing, devouring, and digesting everything.

No, there was one thing they had no influence on, and that was Beauxbatons' buildings.

Under Voldemort's order, at most they were close, without erosion, let alone engulfment.

In a sense, this shows Voldemort's absolute control over his purple plague.

Soon, the purple mist was approaching the magic castle that was resisting tenaciously.

After the attacking Death Eaters suddenly sensed the breath of death coming from behind, especially when they turned around and saw a large piece of purple mist approaching from behind, they were frightened and froze on the spot
They don't know that this is the magic released by their master.

Of course, Voldemort would not explain his plan to his men.

However, when the apostle black wizard found that these weapons had passed them without affecting them, he suddenly realized that this might be the handiwork of the master.

Immediately afterwards, the purple mist was directly attached to the khaki defensive barrier.

Ba la ba la, as if the sound of insect bites sounded one after another.

In less than ten seconds, it was visible to the naked eye that a hole was directly bitten out of the khaki defensive barrier.

The next moment, before the defensive barrier was repaired, a large wave of purple mist entered the castle along the hole.

Visible to the naked eye, the wizard professors guarding the gate of the castle have just come into contact with the purple mist.

After casting a few Iron Armor Curses, the purple mist rolled as the golden light flickered.

The next moment, the Iron Armor Curse shattered, and the teachers' wailing, pain, and even begging for mercy sounded.

And the howling sound stopped abruptly in less than two or three seconds.

Soon, the purple mist dissipated.

But the apostles were horrified to discover that the wizards who had stubbornly resisted them for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into bones.

The subconscious sense of fear suddenly rose.

And this is exactly what Voldemort wants to see.

He has always led his men with fear and interest.

These bones are an impressive gift for these newly joined black wizards.

Tell them, what is the price of betrayal?
Purple mist poured into every corner of the castle.

They explore everything in the castle and kill any wizard who is ready to resist.

Finally. Dedicate the freshest fruit to its owner.

call!call!call!
Voldemort closed his eyes high above the sky, and the surrounding breeze was blowing.

The killing and sacrifice magic circle on the ground moved rapidly, and the original purple mist was stained with bright red.

The magic circle was activated quickly, and the purple mist turned blood red as it kept rolling.

When all the blood-red mist has changed.

Overlooking Voldemort's eyes flashed joyful strategies, and then he kept waving his wand, and the blood-red mist below began to roll and spin rapidly.

It began to surge in the direction of Voldemort overhead.

Suck!Suck!Suck!
Voldemort began to breathe deeply, inhaling, inhaling.

The blood-red mist poured directly into Voldemort's body.

His body seemed to be a black hole, and large streams of mist kept pouring in, but they still didn't stop.

Feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations in the sky above, the Death Eaters and the newly joined dark wizards below were frightened, but even more fanatical.

It seems that he is excited by the strength of his master.

As time slowly passed, all the transformed blood-red mist on the ground poured into the sky and was absorbed by Voldemort.

Voldemort's skin was originally pale, but now his skin is blood red.

But immediately after, the blood-red skin color gradually changed, turning into the flesh color of a normal person.

Voldemort's original pale and even ferocious face also began to gradually change.

The nose that had disappeared due to black magic slowly appeared, and the pale and ferocious face became more and more beautiful.

It was as if he had returned to his youth.

No, to be precise, it is a middle-aged man full of maturity.

Mature and full of masculinity.

At this moment, Voldemort looks like a normal wizard.

However, the scarlet eyes still seemed to indicate that he was still the original Voldemort, except that his appearance and breath had changed, nothing had changed.

Cruel, dark, killing, fear, etc. are all his adjectives.

In the previous battle with Lockhart, the sacrificial arm caused him to be weakened to a certain extent.

I didn't have much time to recover afterward.

Just ran into Tom's remaining trap.

The fierce battle with Tom not long ago was supposed to be won in one fell swoop.

But that weird flame is really powerful.

Especially the effect aimed at the soul is simply aimed at his weakness.

Although he tried his best to avoid it, he still couldn't avoid being attacked by it.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to restore strength, return to the peak state, and even go one step further.

Only the mighty strength,
call!call!call!
The breeze was blowing, and Voldemort's figure gradually fell, falling in front of many Death Eaters and dark wizards.

At the gate of the huge castle, a handsome middle-aged wizard in a black robe looked indifferently at everything in front of him.

All Death Eaters and wizards seemed to feel the pervasive and destructive pressure firsthand.

They all knelt on the ground on one knee, their heads lowered, their wands held in both hands, and raised high above their heads.

To show surrender!

"Congratulations master, congratulations master, the French wizarding world is already a jewel in your crown."

"Congratulations master! Congratulations master!"

"Congratulations master! Congratulations master!"

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The congratulations of the wizards sounded, and the voices became louder and louder, full of excitement and joy.

This is a wizarding world.

The living wizarding world, thus conquered.

It really makes them feel that all this is a dream.

Yes, Voldemort's first attack was the French Ministry of Magic.

When the Ministry of Magic was captured, he immediately invaded Beauxbatons non-stop.

Eliminate the last possible resistance in the French wizarding world.

So, the support Beauxbatons had been expecting until just now.never came.

Because they have already fallen.

The current French wizarding world is completely in the hands of Voldemort.

I heard congratulations and cheers from under my hands.

There was also a faint smile on Voldemort's face.

But then, as if thinking of something, his face turned cold.

Capture a wizarding world, a wizarding world without its own peak power, there is nothing to brag about at all.

For a top wizard like Grindelwald.

As long as there is no existence of the same level, then everything will be crushed.

Just like he is now crushing the entire French wizarding world.

None of this matters.

the most important is
He wants revenge!

Revenge on Dumbledore, revenge on Tom.

What's more, he must take revenge on Gilderoy Lockhart, the man behind the scenes that caused all his miserable experiences now!
Use him as a tool, use him as a puppet.

Are you not afraid of being backlashed by him?
Kama Taj, the secret space.

On the lush green lawn, a giant snow-white dragon half-lyed on the lawn.

Huge eyes stared at the two fighting figures not far away, one of them was his master - Wanda!
call!call!call!
Wanda tightly grasped the two red flame-colored chains with both hands, controlled the chains, and waved them towards the enemy facing him.

While fighting with it, Ian walked with strange steps and waved his wand from time to time.

A series of transformation spells were cast quickly, and the soil on the ground turned into iron bars, shields, etc.

Attack towards Wanda on the opposite side, obstructing.

clang!clang!clang!
The continuous bang bang seemed to indicate the intensity of the battle between the two.

(End of this chapter)