The Hogwarts Professor at Marvel

hum!
After hearing what Mentor Lockhart said, Wanda walked forward slowly to Lockhart's side.

Her steps were a little slow, as if some kind of weight was on her shoulders.

But she was very determined, and with every step she took, her red hair, including her eyebrows, gradually turned into colorful colors.

It seems to be transformed by some kind of power, or assimilated.

Soon, her hair, eyebrows, and even her clothes gradually turned into the colorful colors of the power of dreams.

Same as Lockhart.

The only thing that hasn't changed is her bright red eyes.

Not only did it not change into a colorful character, it was even more colorful than usual, with a faint red light blooming.

Talent - probability control!
No, long-term training, deliberate training, and the supply of a lot of resources.

Now it should be called-the end of fate!
Both palms lightly touched the colorful energy wall.

In Wanda's eyes, it seemed that time stood still and everything was silent for an instant.

The colorful silk threads are intertwined and intricate.

Just by looking at it, everything changes.

At this moment, Wanda feels as if she is in a chaos, with countless possibilities and choices constantly emerging.

It was like a gorgeous and chaotic painting unfolding in front of him.

He seems to have seen countless futures, each future is full of hope, and each future is full of despair.

She felt as if her brain was about to explode, and all kinds of information were intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish and choose.

In the eyes of Ian, Hermione, and Harry behind him, Wanda's heart beat faster, her breath was short of breath, and her hands kept shaking, as if she was out of control.

Even tears in the eyes.

call!Suck!call!Suck!
Next time Wanda continued to take deep breaths according to the previous training, she tried to calm herself down and make a correct choice.

A large number of pictures, a large number of choices, and a large number of possibilities poured into it crazily regardless of her ability to bear it.

Massive despair poured into my heart, and even the idea of ​​escaping emerged for a while.

But she is still firm, very determined to wait and adapt.

After all, the fate of this time is not only a wizard, but also a world.

Even if it is just a possibility, the price to pay will not be small.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a day or two, or a second or two.

She saw a real, beneficial possibility.

Stretch out your fingertips and touch them lightly.

clang!
Destiny begins to close!
Everything is a foregone conclusion!

In an instant, the colorful mist that originally filled the surroundings turned into raindrops.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
The moist water vapor, the majestic raindrops, the constant washing, washing away what?
In the eyes of Grindelwald on the side, the bloody fate that was originally entwined on Voldemort's body seemed to be washed away by this heavy rain.

Even the blood worms began to wilt, as if they had lost their appetite and vitality.

At the same time, for some reason, in this state, it was clearly some kind of strange magic performed by Lockhart.

But he felt a certain relief, as if he was out of bondage.

When he realized this, a faint guess appeared in his heart.

But not sure.

At this moment, Lockhart had a smile on his face.

World consciousness, expelled!

At least, in the area around this moment, it can't see and can't control it, as if it is outside the law.

Because of his opposing position, Voldemort was entwined with a majestic blood-red force of destiny.

Even stronger than the former protagonist Harry Potter.

Why would a villain do this?

Lockhart knew very well in his heart that the forbidden power that could devour everything like a blood worm could adapt without limit.

Said to have been created by Voldemort.

Lockhart couldn't believe it.

If the world consciousness hadn't been involved, he could have eaten the wizard's robe on his body now.

In this state, it is not Voldemort who is fighting him, but Voldemort plus world consciousness.

The current Voldemort is not the original Dark Lord, the original villain.

Here and now, he is the protagonist of the whole world.

And what is the most powerful ability of the protagonist?
Not all kinds of golden fingers, all kinds of coincidences like fate.

It's the kind of unreasonable explosive ability when facing a desperate situation.

This kind of unreasonable seed explosion ability is matched with hundreds of unscrupulous blood worms.

Damn, Lockhart felt his scalp go numb.

Therefore, before these bugs have fully adapted to the power of the dream, expel the world consciousness quickly.

Even if it's just a moment of expulsion, it's enough for Lockhart to finish off the enemy in front of him.

I have to say that Wanda's talent is easy to use.

Even if there is only a one-in-a-billion possibility of destiny ending, as long as the ending is successful, it will appear [-]% of the time.

Expel the other party in the other party's world.

Lockhart couldn't do it by himself, and neither could Wanda.

But it has the same dream power, combined with Wanda's miraculous ability to restrain fate.

It's all done!
The moment the world consciousness was successfully expelled.

Lockhart smiled, and at the same time, he also shot.

For a moment, as if taking hormones, a large number of colorful light beams shot towards Voldemort like machine guns.

boom!boom!boom!
It took less than a second for Voldemort to react.

Before even the sound of the explosion emerged, his whole body was blown to pieces in an instant, leaving no bones left.

Only the remains of huge potholes and colorful flames remained on the ground, showing Lockhart's full strength.

At the same time, raindrops fell on the blood-red mist.

It seems to be wrapped, and it seems to be washed.

The blood-red mist gradually faded, and the blood worms were gradually wiped away.

then……

Taking advantage of the expulsion of the world consciousness and not returning, Lockhart turned his attention to Grindelwald.

In the battle just now, Grindelwald seemed to have done nothing except to delineate a battlefield.

Just watched quietly.

Perhaps, the power Voldemort showed just now surprised Grindelwald, even shocked him.

"He's not dead yet!" Grindelwald said.

A few short words, without even saying who he is.

But Lockhart understood that this 'he' was Voldemort.

"Really?" Lockhart put on a puzzled expression, and then said with disdain, "So what."

"If I can kill him once, I can kill him a second time."

"Really? Lockhart." Grindelwald looked into Lockhart's eyes and said calmly.

"You really have the confidence to defeat 'Him'?"

Yes, the word Greenwald uses is 'he'.

A sacred, supreme title.

This time, Lockhart fell into silence and did not give a positive reply.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
The colorful raindrops are gradually thinning out, and the surrounding environment seems to be returning to its original appearance.

Vaguely, everyone present seemed to feel a friendly yet hostile force, constantly searching for something?
Seeming to know that time is running out, Grindelwald said hurriedly.

However, Lockhart seemed to be the only one who heard his voice, and the faces of Wanda Harry and the others behind him remained unchanged.

"Lockhart, your enemy turned out to be him. In this regard, I can only wish you good luck."

The raindrops have completely stopped, and the surrounding environment seems to be returning to normal.

After Grindelwald said a word, all the magic power in his body gushed out crazily.

Chaos, disorder and magic all around.

hum!
The figure turned into a light spot, and the majestic energy spread outward.

Grindelwald is dead!

He blew himself up!

And he left the words:
"Lockhart, I don't know if you are from our world, but there is no doubt that meditation is not from our world."

"Mark my words, we are not necessarily enemies."