The Hogwarts Professor at Marvel

Chapter 629 Monitoring Asgard
London, Kewell Bar.

As a British classic-style pub, he never lacks guests.

Especially at night, looking from the main entrance, most of the chairs in the bar and tables are full.

Most of the bars are young or middle-aged customers.

Of course, there are also many beauties.

However, the most striking thing among them are the three burly men in front of the bar.

All three of them were unusually burly, exuding an air of not being messed with.

Although the face is not so handsome, but with this temperament, it still attracts the attention of many women.

And these three are the three warriors from Asgard.

Vostata, Fandral, Hogan.

"Fandral, although the energy of Midgard wine is not enough, the taste is still good." Hogan blew on a bottle of wine and said carelessly.

"It's enough to taste good. Their materials are too low-grade, how could they have too much energy."

"You're right, as long as it tastes good, we don't lack that energy."

"Hahaha!"

The voices of the three people communicating were not low, and they seemed to let go of their voices without any scruples.

Doesn't seem to worry about being heard by other people at all.

And the ordinary people nearby didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

Some even raised their wine glasses, nodded slightly to the three of them, and drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, they were wearing magical accessories presented by Lockhart, which were enough to shield ordinary people from their cognition.

This is based on research after Muggle shielding.

If the energy supply is increased, the rest of the guests in the wine dregs can be completely driven away.

But the three of them obviously wouldn't do this. After all, having a drink would make the atmosphere better with more people.

"Wostata, I've been shopping in the DC area of ​​London, what have I gained today?" Hogan said after taking a sip of the foreign wine in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Vostata poured herself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

Some said with emotion: "Unfortunately, in Midgard, the habit of throwing cups for entertainment has disappeared."

After that, he put down the wine glass in the glass and put it on the bar, and said in a helpless tone: "No gain."

"I feel like there should be no entrance to London."

Speaking of this, I looked at him, and there was an obvious irritated look on his face.

"Damn it, where is the entrance? It's so hidden."

The voice fell, and the fist hit the bar directly.

Boom!
Fortunately, the quality of the bar was high enough, and Vostata did not intentionally damage it, leaving only a clear fist mark and a few cracks on the surface of the bar.

Still, same as before.

With the colorful jade flashing across Vostata's waist, everyone's attention returned to their respective positions.

No matter what they did before, they didn't notice anything unusual about the three warriors of the Golden Palace.

This is magic.

Ordinary people simply cannot resist.

However, when Vostata, Hogan, and Fandral communicated and complained.

The three of them didn't notice that not far away, two middle-aged men in ordinary clothes looked at the three of them while drinking.

"Master Milton, you have seen the three people in Asgard."

"Because someone is magical, their traffic is hardly known to ordinary people."

"Coupled with the arrogant character of the Asgardians, basically they will not consciously conceal too much information."

Strange, no, Grindelwald took a sip of the wine in his glass, and ordered to his confidant Milton whom he had chosen in front of him.

"What you do is also very simple. Just watch what they do, and just write it down. Everything they say and do needs to be recorded so that you can check it at any time."

"You don't have to deal with them, just record it."

Grindelwald said calmly.

"Be careful, your face has to change from time to time, don't let them notice the abnormality.

"They are almost not wary now, but if they feel abnormal or the risk has passed, the probability of us obtaining their intelligence will be greatly reduced."

"Okay, I understand, my lord." Milton said respectfully: "I will record every word they say."

Hearing this, Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction.

He spent so much effort to unify the thinking and give benefits to these mages.

What for?
Isn't it just to let them go up when something happens?

He will of course clap his hands to do what David entrusts to him.

After all, his time is also precious.

"You pay attention to the news of the Celestial Race, and report any relevant news to me directly."

"Don't worry, among these news, valuable ones will be rewarded truthfully according to the reward and punishment system we have formulated."

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on Milton's face.

He set his sights on the three of Vostata on the opposite side.

Eyes full of eagerness.

Next, the resources for cultivation depend on these three piggies from Asgard.

"The Celestials?"

Recited the name silently in his heart. Although Milton was puzzled, he still listened carefully to the exchange between the three.

Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction when he saw Milton in working condition, and was about to get up and leave.

"Contact me directly if you encounter any problems in the future, don't worry about others."

Grindelwald stood up and said to Milton, and Milton nodded in understanding.

"for freedom!"

"for freedom!"

Milton said in a deep voice, a trace of fanaticism still flashed in his eyes

"For the greater good!"

"For the greater good!"

At this moment, Milton felt as if a hot flame was bursting out of his heart. He was sitting on the table alone, watching the three of them closely from the corner of his eyes.

And Grindelwald left quietly without knowing it.

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Vientiane World!

In the middle of the study, Lockhart picked up a cup of freshly brewed tea and tasted it lightly.

"Getler, have a taste. This is the new tea given to me by the supreme mage. It tastes pretty good."

Facing Lockhart's invitation, Grindelwald picked up his teacup and took a sip, closing his eyes as if tasting it, like tea.

The energy is very nourishing and the taste is good. It seems that the price should not be low.

After a brief evaluation, Grindelwald directly opened his mouth to get to the point.

"Lockhart, I now count as gaining a firm foothold among the fallen mages."

"David is taking care of you at the top, and your subordinates are supporting you at the bottom."

"However, I want to go deeper into them and obtain their secret method of success."

"I'm afraid, you still need to provide me with more valuable information and resources."

"I need to gain David's trust."

After hearing Grindelwald's request, Lockhart didn't speak, but just added some tea to the cup in front of Grindelwald's desk.

Then, pick up the teacup and taste it lightly.

Seems to be thinking about something.

And Grindelwald was not annoyed, watching Lockhart opposite, waiting quietly.

After a long time, Lockhart put down his teacup and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll give you a gift, and I wish you the best of luck."

(End of this chapter)