Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

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 is very determined, with every step she takes, her red hair, including her eyebrows, gradually turns into a Seven Colored color.

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

Soon, her hair, eyebrows, and even her clothes gradually turned into the Seven Colored color 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 become a Seven Colored character, but it was even more colorful than usual, with a faint red light blooming.

ability——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 energy wall of Seven Colored.

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

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 her, Wanda's heartbeat was accelerating, her breathing was short of breath, and her hands were shaking constantly, 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, a large number of abilities that may not be tolerated by her, poured into it crazily.

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 necromancer, 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 and beneficial possibility.

Stretch out your fingertips and touch them lightly.

clang!

Destiny begins to close!

Everything is a foregone conclusion!

In an instant, the Seven Colored mist that originally filled the surrounding area turned into raindrops.

tick! tick!

The moist water vapor, the majestic raindrops are constantly washing away, what are they washing away?

In the eyes of Grindelwald beside him, 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 At the moment, it can't see and control it, like a lawless place.

Because of his opposing position, Voldemort was entwined with the majestic blood-red power 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 necromancer 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.

At the moment, 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 Gold Fingers, all kinds of coincidences like fate.

It's the kind of unreasonable explosion Ability when faced with desperation.

This kind of unreasonable explosive ability is combined with hundreds of unconscionable 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 ability 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 100% of the time.

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

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

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

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, massive Seven Colored 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 amounts of potholes and the Seven Colored flames on the ground remained, demonstrating Lockhart's full strength.

Meanwhile, raindrops fell on the blood-red mist.

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

The fog of blood red gradually faded, and the worms of the blood abyss were gradually wiped out.

Then……

Taking advantage of the fact that the world consciousness was expelled and hadn't returned yet, Lockhart turned his attention to Grindelwald.

In the battle just now, Grindelwald didn't seem to do anything other than demarcate a battlefield.

Just watched quietly.

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

"He's not dead!" 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.

"Are you really confident in defeating '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! tick!

The raindrops of Seven Colored are gradually thinning out, and the surrounding environment seems to be returning to its original appearance.

Vaguely, the people present seemed to feel a friendly yet hostile force, what were they constantly searching for?

As if knowing that time was running out, Grindelwald said in a hurried tone.

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 frantically.

Chaos, disordered 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."