Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 304 Lucius: This sky is pure blood

Knockturn Alley!

Black necromancer Andy Johnson was in his magic bookstore, looking seriously at the dozen or so fellow black necromancers in front of him.

"Everyone, the master has given us a mission. We must hide our identities and ensure that no one will interfere with the Squib's operation today."

"Have you heard clearly?"

A solemn voice sounded in the bookstore, disdain and dissatisfaction rose in the eyes of some black necromancers.

What's the difference between letting them protect a Squib and letting them protect a dog?

But then, everyone's expressions changed.

"The master gave the order to die. This time, there was an accident, which caused the Squib to lose its life. The pain of soul-eating is waiting for everyone."

Hearing what Andy said, a trace of fear flashed in everyone's eyes. The so-called soul-eating pain is actually contract backlash.

Basically, each of them has experienced this kind of pain, the kind of heat that seems to want to melt the soul, which is no less than the torture like the Cruciatus Curse.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Andy nodded slightly, then changed his tone, and said in a seductive voice: "Similarly, the reward after completing this task is enough for everyone to exchange for three or even four copies of Light of Life."

"What does this mean? I don't need to say more."

"Life, magic power, health, strength, whether you can get it or not depends on everyone."

As soon as Andy's voice fell, Thomas on the side said impatiently: "Andy, when are we going to act?"

"How to cooperate?"

Then, he said to the other black necromancers in a threatening tone: "This time, whoever dares to hold me back, don't blame me for being rude."

"I'm just waiting for the light of life to continue my life. Whoever doesn't want me to live, I'll let him die first."

Hearing Thomas' words, all the black necromancers looked terrified, but immediately after, excitement grew on their faces.

As black necromancers, their bodies, souls, and minds are all damaged to varying degrees.

Seriously, just like Thomas, although his combat power is not weak, he needs to continue his life through the light of life.

Otherwise, it is very likely to become a lunatic, or a dead body.

And the lightest souls are basically not weak, because they study black magic, which is at least 20 or 30 years or even 40 or 50 years.

After a long time accumulation, even if they tried every means to avoid the backlash of black magic, they still couldn't avoid being affected.

The light of life is the only life they have seen so far.

That's why they were willing to sign a magic contract and become Lockhart's subordinates.

They all cherish their lives!

As for offending the pure-blood family, sorry, they are all black necromancers, and they really don't care about it.

"Okay, I believe that with our joint efforts, we will be able to complete the task assigned by the master."

"According to the master's order, this time, we need to be divided into three groups."

"Separate to St. Mungo's Magic Infirmary, Squib necromancer team"

"At the hospital, be careful"

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"Squib necromancer team over there, pay attention to conceal your identity"

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"You're welcome, just do it directly, including but not limited to using the three unforgivable curses."

As he spoke, Andy waved his hand slightly, and 15 lights of life accompanied by Green's light slowly fell in front of everyone.

At the same time, an inspiring speech came from my ear.

"This is a reward from the master in advance to everyone. It can be regarded as helping everyone to alleviate the backlash of black magic in advance. You can use whatever black magic you want."

Speaking, Andy seemed to remind: "Try not to appear dead bodies in public, don't disturb the order, and disturb the Squib's actions."

"You can use the Imperius Curse first to take people away."

"The rest, what to do, you should know."

Hogsmeade Street.

On the streets where people come and go, a large number of necromancers stopped one after another. It seemed that everyone felt that something happened in front of them, and there was a lot of commotion.

Then, not far away, a voice came faintly.

"Meditation is for everyone, not for pure-blood families!"

"Pure blood and shameless, arrest my companion, frame the professor, and take away my future!"

"Pure blood and shameless, arrest my companion, frame the professor, and take away my future!"

"Meditation is for everyone, not for pure-blood families!"

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Vera went first, followed by a group of squibs and necromancers.

Each of them held a stack of thick paper in their hands, similar to a leaflet, with a lot of text and pictures carved on it.

At the top of the leaflet is a huge amounts of title.

"We're going to St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital to rescue the companions who were taken away."

While shouting, they handed the leaflets in their hands to every necromancer beside them.

The older necromancer looked at the flyer in his hand, with a smile on his face, and followed behind.

Listening to the slogan, you know it's aimed at pure-blood families.

And most of them are mixed blood, and they have long been disgusted with the arrogance and arrogance of pure blood, but they have no choice but to suffer.

But now, there is trouble with the pure-blood family, this melon, no matter what, I have to eat it.

There are also some necromancers. According to some texts in the newspaper, the patterns have the same feeling.

for example

"The pure-blood family has monopolized the magical plants, the magical creatures, and the spells. We have not stopped them."

"But now, even the idea of ​​meditation that our children hope to become necromancers in the future wants to monopolize."

"Who is sure that his future child will be a necromancer, but as long as the meditation method does not monopolize the pure blood, there is always the hope of becoming a necromancer."

"I don't hope that in the future, I will exhaust my family property, even kneel on the ground and beg, and serve as a slave, so that I can have a glimmer of hope for my children."

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At the same time, in Diagon Alley, and other necromancer gathering places, there are similar scenes.

A large number of necromancers began to gather, following behind the squibs, and seemed to want to go to St. Mungo's Hospital to see what happened.

Diagon Alley, Remy leads the rear of the parade.

Lucius was a little dazed, looking at the mighty necromancer team heading to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Such a scene seemed to be somewhat beyond his expectation.

And Rita Skeeter on the side seemed a little overwhelmed.

Asked like urging, nervous, or forced: "Lord Lucius, what should we do?"

"It can't go on any longer. If it goes on, the chaos will only get bigger and bigger."

"At that time, in case it really gets out of hand."

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Rita Skeeter kept talking next to Lucius, and Lucius' face became gloomy.

At the moment, suddenly.

Whoosh!

A black shadow flashed past, and Lucius immediately realized - someone used apparition!

He looked wary, but soon relaxed.

"Kain, you're here, what's going on?" Lucius asked Kain Parkinson who was opposite him.

"Yes, Lord Cain." Rita also said hastily: "We are doing everything according to the plan, but we never expected that such a mess would happen?"

After hearing this, Kaiyin Parkinson's face darkened, and he said in a cold tone: "Those mud-legged people want to make trouble, I really don't know who gave them the courage."

As he spoke, he said to Lucius, "Lucius, now I have sent someone to St. Mungo's Hospital, we don't need to worry about it here."

"Now, you and I will go to the Ministry of Magic and find Aurors to suppress the rebellion. I don't believe it. Can these mud legs still make it to the sky?"

"Okay, no problem." Lucius immediately nodded and replied.

Then, as if thinking of something, he told Rita Skeeter who was beside him: "Rita, you should go back to the Daily Prophet to sit in charge first. At this time, there must be no trouble at the Daily Prophet."

"Don't worry, this sky is still a pure-blood sky. Don't look at this group of squibs making a fuss. Within a month, there will be no trace of their existence in this world."

At the end, Lucius' tone became harsh.

Cain Parkinson next to him also agreed and said: "Lucius is right, the more fun you have, the worse your death will be!"

Hearing this, Rita nodded in understanding.

Then, he patted his chest and said as if to show his loyalty: "Don't worry, my lords, the Prophet Daily will never be messed up with me."

Lucius and Cain nodded, a black shadow flashed, and the two of them cast apparation and left.

After seeing the two leave, Rita's expression became calm, and she walked towards the Daily Prophet.

At the same time, covered by the clothes, the golden dragon magic brand on the arm lighted up slightly, as if conveying some information.

Entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, Ching Jap Department Store.

Qingzhu Department Store is an old-fashioned red brick department store.

A sign of "Closed for renovation" was hung at the entrance of the store, which seemed to tell passers-by that they could not enter at present.

And in front of the window of the department store, there is an ugly, worn-out character doll.

Generally, Muggles will skip it directly after seeing it.

But necromancers are not, because they know that they must use this doll to enter St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds.

Only when you explain the reason to him, will he open the glass window, the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

In the past, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, more or less, would have some Muggles passing by.

But today, for some reason, there are no Muggles around the department store, which seems a little weird.

At the moment, suddenly.

tread! tread! tread!

Three pure-blood necromancers of the Parkinson family walked hurriedly towards the entrance of the Mungo Magic Hospital.

However, it seemed that the silent environment around them made them aware of something, their expressions became vigilant, and their steps began to slow down.

And when they just crossed the street and walked towards the opposite department store

"Avada Kedavra!"

(end of this chapter)