Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 280 Knockturn Alley, Really My Blessed Land

Upgrade version mirror space.

In a gray-white world like hell, a ball of light the size of a basketball suddenly appeared above, emitting a desolate white light, dispelling the darkness.

In the narrow alleyway, the 7 men in black robes gathered together, their movements were full of vigilance, and they looked straight at the opposite side

A huge amount of basilisk, and a strange smiling man in black robe standing on it.

Roar!

The roar of the basilisk made the seven men in black robes look more vigilant, and they clenched their wands tightly.

They want to cast a spell, but they dare not act rashly for fear of angering each other.

At this moment, Lockhart, standing on the head of the basilisk, looked at the vigilant people not far away, and seemed to sense the panic of the other party, with a half-smile on his face.

call!

Lockhart lightly jumped from the head of the basilisk, and landed on the ground of the alley at a speed visible to the naked eye.

at the same time

Click! Click! Click!

The entire narrow alley and the walls on both sides seemed to be affected. The bricks on the walls began to twist constantly, sometimes protruding, sometimes concave, and sometimes interlaced.

After Lockhart landed on the ground, with every step he took, the walls on both sides of the alley receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing more space for the narrow alley.

tread! tread!

Click! Click! Click!

In the ears of the seven, every step the man in black with a strange smile in the black mask took.

For some reason, there was the sound of the surrounding walls moving.

There was a very clear sound of footsteps next to his ears, and at the same time his heart beat subconsciously at a fixed frequency.

Every time the opponent takes a step, his heart beats.

tread! boom! tread! boom!

Accompanied by the slow but oppressive footsteps step by step, everyone's hearts were pounding, and it became more and more intense, as if they were about to jump out.

I just felt a very deterrent aura coming, as if there was a flood of beasts in front of me, huge amounts of pressure in my heart, and even my eyes were in a trance, giving me a feeling of invincibility.

tread! Click!

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a few seconds.

finally

The man in black stood not far from them, without moving, while the moving walls of the alley also stopped slowly, revealing a huge, spacious flat space.

call!

As the other party paused, his heart, which was beating more and more violently, began to slowly return to normal, which made the seven black necromancers heave a sigh of relief.

Immediately after

"My lord." One of the men in black robe said bitterly, "I don't know, is there anything we can do for you?"

They're not stupid, obviously, this is a trap.

Specifically for those who think they are hunters, but actual prey.

This is simply phishing law enforcement!

The voice of the man in black fell, and Lockhart did not reply.

Everyone saw the weird smiling face on Black's mask staring at them silently.

Especially the perception that the opponent's body exudes an awe-inspiring aura full of killing, blood, and death, which remains unchanged and even becomes stronger.

The heart sinks more and more, and the fear gradually rises.

hiss! hiss!

At the same time, the basilisk behind him kept spitting out snake letters and making a hissing sound.

This voice was hoarse, eerie, full of weirdness and evil, and seemed to tease their negative emotions.

In addition, this gray and white world like hell has brought great pressure to the hearts of the seven black necromancers.

At the same time, the hidden dangers brought about by the long-term research on black magic gradually emerged. Because of fear, a trace of madness rose in my heart.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

call! call!

The 7 black necromancers just feel as if the days are like years, the opponent's momentum is getting more and more oppressive, and each breath is getting heavier and heavier, killing, and the breath of death keeps stimulating their nerves.

It made them more and more nervous, and the wand in their hands was getting tighter and tighter.

finally

"Avada Kedavra!"

Accompanied by a green light emerged.

A black necromancer seemed to be unable to stand such a stimulus, or the side effects of long-term research on black magic began to erupt.

Emotionally frenzied, he cast a death curse on the opposite side.

Then

"Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, Lockhart, who had been prepared early, waved his wand, and a large amount of magic power gushed out.

The green light flickered, and a more powerful Killing Curse quickly emerged, and quickly shot towards the opposite Killing Curse.

The two killing spells collided with each other, and in the blink of an eye, the killing spell cast by Lockhart, in a crushing posture, directly shattered the opponent's spell, and quickly rushed like a black necromancer who cast the spell.

Others had no time to react.

I only felt a strong breath of death emerge, and the next moment, the companion I just met was hit by the killing curse and died!

Feeling the power of the killing curse cast by the man in black robe with a strange smiling face, the remaining 6 black necromancers fell silent. They found sadly that they were no match at all.

If the few of them join forces, there is still a glimmer of life.

But the problem is that they don't trust each other at all, not to mention that this is another space, the space means are completely invalid, and they can't escape.

Thinking of this, the sense of despair in my heart continued to increase, and the madness in my heart also began to emerge.

As black necromancers, they are naturally not cowardly people waiting to be killed.

Even if it is death, they will bite off a piece of each other's bones.

When they plucked up the courage and prepared to fight to the death, suddenly

"Want to live? Want to die?"

An icy voice rang out, instantly shattering the courage that the six of them had mustered up just now.

Can live, who would want to die.

At the same time, I found that the emotions of the companions around me included myself, because the other party's simple words were completely out of control, and there was a trace of horror in the wry smile in my heart.

The other party is obviously a master at playing with the mind, and he deserves to be a top black necromancer.

He glanced at the body of his companion who fell to the ground and died, and then looked at the killing momentum exuded by the other party and the huge amounts of basilisk behind him.

So the black necromancer immediately chose Congxin, and said, "Master, what do you need us to do?"

After Lockhart heard it, he didn't reply immediately.

Instead, he waved his wand, which flicked gently in mid-air.

In the eyes of the black necromancers, at a speed visible to the naked eye, six light-gold magic imprints floated slowly towards them.

At the same time, the short and cold voice of the black-robed man in front of him came again.

"Accept, live!"

"Reject, die!"

After the words fell, in an instant, a huge aura came again. This time, they seemed to smell the smell of death from it.

At the same time, the basilisk behind slowly began to poke its head, its eyes fixed on them.

Although they were curious, why the basilisk eyes they saw just now did not die.

But the breath of death that hit their faces gave them no time to think about it.

He could only stare at the faint gold magic brand in front of him, flying towards his forehead.

And they didn't dare to resist at all, and even tried to relax their minds, for fear that the magic brand would disappear.

They're black necromancers, not Ministry Aurors.

For the chance of living, choose to surrender without losing face.

Sensing that the magic brand had successfully entered into the bodies of the six people and deeply rooted in their souls, Lockhart nodded in satisfaction.

Black necromancer, a typical fear of power and fear of morality.

Fear of death, the best way to subdue them.

Immediately afterwards, the thought moved.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

"Master. No. Don't"

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In an instant, the six black necromancers were half kneeling on the ground, covering their heads with their hands, howling in pain and begging for mercy.

The magic imprint rooted in the depths of the soul seemed to have received some information, and the pale gold light continued to shine, exuding hot energy, as if it wanted to melt their souls.

But soon, the scorching energy disappeared, and the soul returned to normal.

But their bodies were limp on the ground, still twitching non-stop, still showing the pain caused by the burning of their souls just now.

Lockhart saw the six black necromancers slumped on the ground, and nodded slightly. For black necromancers, it is very important to know the price of betrayal.

The next moment, Lockhart waved lightly.

Soon, in midair, 6 light spots of light gold appeared.

Immediately afterwards, with a thought, a light gold spot fell on the foreheads of the six black necromancers.

It submerged into his body almost instantly.

At this moment, the black necromancers twitched limply on the ground.

The next moment, under the influence of the magic brand just now, the feeling that the soul was about to melt disappeared instantly.

Instead, it was cold, with a breath of vitality, the soul began to recover slowly, and at the same time, a burst of vitality emerged from the body.

It was like taking a cold shower in hot weather.

The soul, the body's instinctive greed, thirst, and desire for more.

But soon, it disappeared suddenly, and I could only greedily recollect the changes in my body just now.

Suddenly found that the soul that had been eroded by black magic had recovered a little, and the vitality of the body had also been strengthened to a certain extent.

Although not much, the meaning behind this is enough to make them imagine.

Almost immediately after they regained their strength, they stood up.

Facing the opposite Lockhart, he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, cupped his wand in both hands, and raised it above his head.

Swear allegiance to your master in accordance with the custom of submission in the necromancer world.

Lockhart, watching the performance of the six black necromancers, nodded in satisfaction.

Kindness and power are given together, since the power is given, the kindness must also be shown.

Loyalty needs to be molded.

The light gold spot just now is actually the broken keel, which has been processed to a certain extent.

The effect is very good, it has a strengthening effect on the soul and body, and a larger amount can also prolong life.

Such as black magic backlash or soul damage can be repaired.

You must know that the group of Hands can be resurrected with the help of keel, and the mere soul restoration is simply not worth mentioning.

And such a function, for black necromancers, is simply a dream.

Under such provocation, Lockhart couldn't believe that this group of black necromancers didn't do their jobs wholeheartedly.

Immediately, the thought flashed, and Lockhart stepped forward, taking away the wands they were holding one by one.

According to custom, accept their allegiance.

After the six black necromancers felt the disappearance of their wands, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The pain just now was enough for them not to dare to betray.

And the strange energy just now made them even more eager.

"Betrayer, die."

"The creditors will be rewarded."

"As long as you complete the task I gave you, whether it's magic knowledge, magic items or the light of life just now."

"All can be rewarded to you."

"Have you heard clearly?"

A cold voice sounded.

The black necromancers half kneeling on the ground said in unison: "Listen clearly, master."

"Your will is our mission."

At the same time, the name of Light of Life was firmly engraved in their hearts.

If given the chance, they would absolutely want to get it again, to restore their souls, and extend their lives.

"Get up and pick up your wands." Lockhart said lightly, and waved his hand.

The 6 magic wands in his hands floated in front of everyone.

After the six black necromancers got up, they picked up the wands in their hands and stared at their masters in front of them.

"Now, introduce your true identities." Lockhart's cold voice sounded, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

The black necromancers were a little embarrassed when they heard it, but they dared not disobey the master's order.

Some just took off the mask on their faces, while others waved their wands at themselves to break a certain spell.

Also, after taking off the mask, he drank a bottle of potion, which canceled the effect of the compound decoction and returned to his normal appearance.

Finally, six black necromancers with familiar faces appeared in front of Lockhart.

And Lockhart didn't move, still wearing the black mask with a strange smile, looking at everyone.

For the black necromancer who has just surrendered, the unknown identity is more likely to have a deterrent effect, and it is easier to generate awe.

Later, according to their hard work and ability, they are eligible to see his true face and join his power.

Otherwise, it's just cannon fodder.

He has an average favorability for black necromancers.

"Master, I'm Andy Johnson from Andy's Bookstore."

"Master, I'm Fett Bill from Fantastic Beasts"

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Soon, everyone introduced themselves one after another, and Lockhart nodded in satisfaction after hearing this.

The magical animal boss he wants is also among them. It seems that later, through his channel, he can make a good harvest.

There is also Seth Thomas, who specializes in selling stolen goods. In the future, some things that are inconvenient to sell can also be borrowed from his channel.

Well, I have to say, Knockturn Alley is really his blessed land.

"Master, here is your Galleon, and the bookstore's title deed"

The black necromancer Andy quickly took out a space extension bag and flattered him.

It was the Galleon that Lockhart had paid for the Black Magic book.

Andy's actions seemed to remind other people.

All the black necromancers took out the galleons or magic items they traded before, as if to return them to their former masters.

However, there are very few people who directly take out the title deed like Andy.

Although most black necromancers have pledged their allegiance, they still have their own agendas.

Everything that should be returned has been returned, and a big shot like the owner should not look down on the collections of people like them.

If you can reduce the loss a little, it is better to reduce it a little.

When Lockhart saw it, he waved his hand and said, "You take these."

"It's nothing to me."

"In the future, you will need to use Galleon for everything that I will tell you."

"It's still the same sentence, as long as it is done well, I will not hesitate to reward."

"Next, what you have to do is to collect information about the pure-blood family in Knockturn Alley."

"Feite, there are some magical creatures that need to be collected through your channels. I will give them to you from Jin Gallon, generally there are Thunderbirds."

"Others, if they have relevant information, report it in time."

"Andy, the magic books focus on searching for some ancient runes, and"

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Afterwards, according to his own ideas, Lockhart began to tell every black necromancer what to do.

Further expand the layout of Knockturn Alley.

Knockturn Alley, the gathering place of black necromancers, the black necromancers who can survive here are all good in strength, and it is a very good source of combat power.

(end of this chapter)