Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 32 Shock of the little necromancers! ! (seeking further reading, seeking investment, seeking recommendation tickets)

Hogwarts, black magic defense classroom.

For the little necromancers in grade one, today counts as the first day of school.

Especially for the little necromancer in La Wen Kelaw and Slytherin house, it is the first period of school.

Therefore, this group of little necromancers came to the classroom early, found a seat they liked and sat down.

Looking down from the podium above, there are three columns in total.

The little necromancers on the left are uniformly wearing dark blue necromancer robes, with a soaring eagle tattooed on their chests. They are all little necromancers of La Wen Keluo.

And the little necromancers on the right are basically wearing dark green necromancer robes, with a glaring little snake tattooed on their chests, a typical Slytherin house.

In the middle, the colors are a bit mixed, but most of them sitting in the front are blue, which is the little necromancer of La Wen Keluo.

The reason why they were assigned to Raven Klaw by the Sorting Hat is largely because they are full of love for knowledge and learning.

Sitting in front and listening carefully to the teacher's lecture is naturally reasonable.

And behind is a piece of green, that is, Slytherin College, most of them are pure blood families,

In other words, most of their parents were either powerful, rich, or both.

The necromancers of Slytherin College advocated mysterious magic, higher status, and their blood, so it was easier to have powerful ambitions.

It can be said that ambition is standard for Slytherin necromancers.

Because of this, there is a serious sense of fragmentation in the entire classroom.

Ravenclaw's students communicated alone, as did Slytherin students.

For a moment, it can be clearly seen that the necromancers of the two colors of clothes do not communicate with each other, at most they just look at them curiously, and then communicate with their companions in a low voice.

And Alice Udora, the little witch of Lawen Crow College sitting in the middle, asked in a low voice to Brooke Warner whom she just met next to her: "Brooke, what kind of magic do you know? Are you a Muggle necromancer?" "

The little wizard Brooke nodded: "Yes, Alice, I just learned about magic not long ago, and I haven't mastered a single one."

"What about you? Are you a Muggle too? Can you do magic?"

"No, my parents are both necromancers, and my parents taught me magic." Alice whispered, seeing Brooke's envious eyes, she said with some regret, "But I don't know much magic, only a shining spell." And a floating spell, the floating spell is not working well."

"That's not bad, at least better than me, I don't even know a single magic." Locke looked a little envious, "Alice, what magic do you think Professor Lockhart will teach us?"

"I heard that he is an adventurer. He has published so many books, so he must know a lot of magic."

Alice looked down at the textbooks in front of her, especially the active characters on the cover, and nodded heavily: "Yes, my mother is his fan, saying that Professor Harold Hart is amazing!"

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

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As time passed slowly, soon, it was time for class.

Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!

The bell rang, and the class started. Although no teacher appeared on the podium, most of the little necromancers were sitting upright.

Sudden!

hum.

As soon as a subtle sound sounded, a rune quietly appeared in midair.

The light disappeared instantly, as if being swallowed up.

Darkness filled the classroom.

As if a spell had been cast on the classroom, it was silent and dark.

Before the little necromancers could react, suddenly, a beam of light appeared at the front, shining on the front podium.

They subconsciously set their eyes on the front.

At this moment, a figure in an emerald green robe quietly appeared in front of all the little necromancers, shrouded in a beam of light.

Immediately afterwards, a soft voice rang in the ears of every little necromancer, quieting all the panicked little necromancers.

"Good morning, little necromancers of Hogwarts."

"I am your black magic defense teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart."

Saying that, Lockhart's figure quietly walked down the podium, and at the same time, the beam of light moved slowly.

"I am a third class recipient of the Order of Merlin."

While speaking, Lockhart flicked his wand lightly, and in the darkness, a light and shadow of a copper-colored ring quietly emerged.

In the eyes of all the little necromancers, they can clearly see that there is an Arabic numeral 3 in the middle of the medal.

On the top it says Sir Order of Merlin, and on the bottom it says To Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Wow"

Seeing this scene, although they didn't know what the Merlin Medal was, they still subconsciously exclaimed.

Immediately after

"At the same time, I am also an honorary member of the anti-black magic alliance."

As Lockhart moved slowly, the light and shadow of the Order of Merlin slowly disappeared, and what caught the eyes of the little necromancer was a picture of Lockhart fighting a black necromancer.

In the picture, the black necromancer has a ferocious face, holding a magic wand and continuously attacking Lockhart. Red beams mixed with green light are attacking Lockhart.

And Lockhart dodged it gracefully, and launched a powerful counterattack. Soon, a red disarming spell beam hit the wand in the black necromancer's hand.

After the wand was knocked into the air, Lockhart flicked the wand, and a silver beam of light appeared on the surface of the black necromancer's body, restraining him and falling to the ground, allowing him to struggle continuously, but his hands and feet were still unable to move.

Lockhart walked up to him, and in the attitude of a victor, he held his wand and gently pointed at the black necromancer's head.

This scene made all the little necromancers exclaim again, especially the pure-blood family or mixed-blood necromancers who grew up hearing the horror of black necromancers.

This scene was even more shocking in their hearts, and it will be unforgettable for a long time.

Not long after the picture emerged, Lockhart's voice rang in their ears again.

"You can call me Professor Lockhart, and in the time to come, I will teach you how to communicate with" said Lockhart, flicking his wand.

"Troll!"

The picture changed again, and in front of the little necromancer, a huge, hideous, somewhat ugly monster covered in shabby clothes and holding a big stick appeared.

"Werewolves!"

The little necromancer heard another word.

The screen changed, and the giant monster disappeared, replaced by a werewolf with strong limbs, covered with gray hair, with a ferocious face and a bloody mouth.

"vampire!"

The sound sounded, the screen changed, the werewolf disappeared, and a slender figure appeared, with huge bat-like wings spread out from behind, floating in mid-air, making a downward movement.

The vampire is covered in blood, his hands and fingers are covered with deep red, sharp nails, his face is ugly, and two ferocious fangs appear on both sides of his mouth.

Almost every change in the screen made the little necromancer exclaim again.

Seeing the reaction of the little necromancer, Lockhart nodded slightly, he knew that it was time to end, and too many images of monsters would also bring aesthetic fatigue.

then

"And fight the black necromancer!"

The picture fell, and all the little necromancers saw a large number of little necromancers wearing 4 college uniforms riding broomsticks, holding magic wands, and constantly cast spells downward to fight the black necromancers on the ground.

A large number of red, purple, black, and even green magic beams floated down from the sky.

Beat the black necromancer on the ground and run away, very embarrassed.

Such a scene made them laugh out loud.

"Ha ha."

Lockhart heard the crisp laughter of the little necromancers, and a smile appeared on his face.

With a thought, he controlled the Sling Ring in his hand, and the runes floating in the sky flickered slightly, slowly releasing the light that had been swallowed.

The entire classroom was slowly filled with light again.

And at the moment, Lockhart walked to the podium, bending down very gracefully.

All the little necromancers looked ahead with surprise, and Lockhart's soft voice rang in their ears.

"As the professor of the black magic defense class, my duty is to enable each of you little necromancers to have the ability to protect themselves."

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