Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 550 Wuzhishan, the cage of dreams

hum! hum! hum!

A small hum sounded, getting louder and louder.

Blood Red's phantom began to sway, and at the same time, the fierce blades inserted in various parts of the body, which were gathered by the flames of hell, dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Devour!

eager!

Tom Riddle stood not far away, feeling the emotions from the hellfire.

The number of hellfires is getting smaller and smaller, and they are completely swallowed up.

Tom Riddle also clearly felt the irrational and irrational desire of the bloodworm.

Looking at the fog of blood on the opposite side, Tom Riddle, not only did not have any worries or fears, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.

A crazy idea was born in his mind.

He wanted to break free from Lockhart's shackles.

But the fire of hell cannot be extinguished no matter what.

But what I saw in front of my eyes was this weird little blood-colored bug.

But you can devour the fire of hell without any scruples.

Although in the end, it still ends in death.

But Tom clearly found that following the other party and constantly adapting, he could definitely swallow the fire of hell completely.

What is this equivalent to?

The nemesis of hellfire appeared.

And this gave Tom a possibility to get rid of the shackles.

God knows, these days, in order to get rid of the bondage and influence of the hellfire, he is going crazy thinking about it, and the resources and materials consumed are incalculable.

but……

He stared at Voldemort's eyes as if he was about to eat people.

Tom knew that it might be impossible to get help from the other party.

Even if the other party agrees, maybe he has the idea of ​​swallowing himself.

It's not the other party's fault, if it were him, he would think the same way.

After all, in this case, whoever swallows it will benefit greatly.

Click! Click! Click!

There was a crackling sound, and in just a second or two, Voldemort was out of the restraint.

"Tom, what do you want?"

Voldemort couldn't believe there was no reason why Tom hadn't done anything to him just now.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel that something good was about to happen, but it didn't seem very good.

tread! tread! tread!

Tom didn't reply, he stepped forward directly, raised a long flaming whip with his right hand, and swung it with the wind.

Boom!

The long whip hit the bloody Red's body, and with a bang, it went straight through.

Although a little surprised, there was no hesitation, and he swung his left claw wrapped in hellfire, and grabbed the opponent's heart fiercely.

call! call!

The flames are highly inflated, as if fueled by some kind of fuel.

However, the left claw still passed through the bloody figure of Red, and despite the fire of hell, he still didn't make any moves.

No, he smiled.

Voldemort stared at Tom Riddle opposite, showing a ferocious and cruel smile.

hum!

The moment Tom caught Voldemort, there was a buzzing sound, and the surrounding blood red mist began to diffuse along this arm towards Tom's limbs.

Tom seemed ready to break free, but felt a fierce force grabbing him.

call!

The thought turned, and the fire of hell suddenly expanded, burning the arms of these bloody Red, mist.

However, it seems that the general adaptation has long been made.

The fire of hell, which could burn the bloodworm back to ashes in an instant, seems powerless now.

After burning for a while, there was a faint smell of burnt smell.

This is the smell of corpses.

To Voldemort's surprise, Tom didn't seem to make any resistance.

No, it seems to be rebelling, but not so wholeheartedly.

It seems to be waiting for something.

This made Voldemort feel faintly uneasy.

The fiery hellfire is burning.

The blood-red Insects of the Blood Abyss were devouring them non-stop.

He was getting used to this weird flame.

The flame that was like heaven and earth to it originally seemed to be just a flame at the moment.

It was hot, it was hot, but it didn't seem to be fatal.

Feeling the flames of hell inside his body began to decay, a gleam appeared in Tom's eyes.

Without hesitation, further stimulation, the hellfire radiates its final strength.

He didn't have any defenses, and put his life in the hands of hellfire.

Allow the fires of hell to protect you.

This is betting on life!

At the same time, he is betting on his own path to freedom!

call! call! call!

At this moment, Voldemort felt a little suspicious in his heart. Tom seemed to be resisting, but he didn't care that much.

Are you asking for death?

No, he is definitely not such a person.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will tenaciously survive.

Voldemort thought silently.

However, there is no hesitation in action, controlling the worm of the blood abyss, and continuing to devour the hellfire on the opponent.

Just swallow the fire of hell.

That Tom is like a lobster that has been shucked.

He can enjoy the most delicious shrimp.

Yes, he was going to swallow Tom, just as Tom wanted to swallow him.

The two are of the same origin. As long as Voldemort swallows Tom, not only can he increase his strength, but he can even control the hellfire controlled by the other party.

How could Voldemort miss such a good thing.

hum! hum! hum!

The sharp humming sounded continuously, causing the Death Eaters behind them to cover their ears involuntarily, trying to stop such noise.

However, none of these seemed to compare to the fear in their hearts.

In their eyes, the master who was originally invincible seemed to be caught and restrained by that blood-red figure.

Originally, the ever-rising flames of hell have also become somewhat dimmed.

You can even vaguely see clear bones.

How does this not scare them?

Voldemort on the opposite side obviously became a lunatic, and they could clearly sense that the blood red mist behind each other contained tens of thousands of killings.

That is an uncountable quantity.

Working under such people, whether you can keep your own life or not is a matter of opinion.

Why did they choose Tom over Voldemort before?

Isn't it just because Voldemort's state is a bit unstable?

Now the state is even more unstable, which makes them not worried.

Just as they were nervously looking at the battlefield, suddenly, the pupils of the Death Eaters shrank.

they saw...

A slightly thin Seven Colored arm suddenly appeared from the sky and grabbed Tom Riddle.

Grab it from its bondage in the blood-red mist.

In the arm of Seven Colored, holding gently, a white bone, with strands of hell fire radiating from the bone.

At this moment, Tom Riddle's heart changed, and regretful emotions emerged in an instant, and then he was forced to press it down.

What a pity.

The fire of hell was almost consumed by him.

Just wait for him to run out, then you can start the first step of breaking free.

However……

Lockhart's rescue made him dispel this idea, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

He knows the level of the other party's intake of The God's Telekinesis, and he has even been a test subject before.

Therefore, it is necessary to suppress any thoughts in the heart that want to escape, so as to ensure that they will not be spied on.

but……

What a pity, what a pity.

Just one step away, he would be able to leave Lockhart and enjoy true freedom.

At this moment, Voldemort returned to his original body, staring at a Seven Colored figure opposite him with an ugly expression.

"Lockhart!"

Voldemort said the name through gritted teeth.

It can be said that he has been played by Lockhart all the time, if he hadn't noticed it in time, he would have overturned the table.

I'm afraid they are now reduced to a puppet manipulated by the other party.

And after leaving, he also died once in the opponent's hands.

If it wasn't for his resurrection ceremony, he might have really died long ago.

At this moment Lockhart flicked his wand lightly.

Tom Riddle slowly fell beside him, and Seven Colored's arm turned into a spot of light, disappearing instantly.

"Voldemort, you recovered really quickly." Lockhart said constantly.

In the dark, with the light of Seven Colored in his eyes, Lockhart was constantly searching for the thread of Voldemort's fate and the medium of his resurrection.

He has limited time now, and under the frantic search of the world consciousness, he can only choose to leave temporarily.

But before leaving, some scourges must be dealt with.

The first to bear the brunt was this Voldemort.

This guy is really crazy, he has really become a puppet of world consciousness without knowing it.

Now all he wants to do is seek revenge for himself, for Kamar-Taj.

And this time I left, it was difficult to achieve the effect of returning in seconds.

He didn't even know how long it would be until he descended into Harry Potter's world again.

No way, the system specifically emphasized it.

In order to avoid the destiny search of the world consciousness, the cause-and-effect search.

You need to completely cut off the connection with the world and wait until the weather calms down before making a new connection.

In this way, time will once again fall into chaos.

It is very possible that one year in the Marvel world and one hundred years in the Harry Potter world, or it is possible that one hundred years in the Marvel world and only one year in the Harry Potter world.

Time is messy, especially without an anchor.

And Lockhart felt helpless about it.

No way, the opponent's size is too big.

Although not as big as the Marvel world, he is a world after all.

And it's still an Extraordinary world. I don't know how many Extraordinary races have fallen into extinction and then risen from generation to generation.

Its accumulation was enormous, at least in Lockhart's eyes.

But now, the most important thing is to solve the scourge of Voldemort first.

The light of Seven Colored flickered in the eyes, and threads related to the fate of Voldemort came into view.

It seems a little difficult to find out the contact medium that I want to resurrect.

On the other hand, Voldemort looked at Lockhart without any action, but he had a faint feeling of peeping in his heart.

Is there any inference here?

Without hesitation, Voldemort angrily ordered all the bloodworms to attack Lockhart.

Well, now Voldemort blows up with a poke.

call! call! call!

The blood-red mist swept in, and at the same time, part of the blood-red mist poured into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort, covered in blood and red, resurfaced and walked directly towards Lockhart.

tread! tread! tread!

Every time the blood red figure takes a step, there will be a clear sound mixed with the buzzing of the blood worm.

And Lockhart raised his wand expressionlessly and pointed forward lightly.

hum!

A large number of Seven Colored ice picks appeared on the back in an instant.

It's cold, and at the same time, the Seven Colored light is faintly glowing at the tip.

call! call! call!

Without hesitation, the wand pointed forward, and a large number of Seven Colored ice picks shot towards Voldemort facing him like bullets.

However, as Voldemort extended his wand, it spun slightly.

The mist of Blood Red turned into a storm, engulfing the ice cones.

Feel the worms of blood eating all the magic of the Seven Colored ice cone.

A smug smile appeared on Voldemort's face, watching Lockhart's unchanging expression.

It seemed that he wanted to find a trace of panic from Lockhart's expression.

"Lockhart, why don't I leave first and not disturb your battle."

Seeing the battle scene just now, Tom Riddle couldn't help but jump, and whispered.

And Lockhart lowered his head slightly, looking into their eyes with a half-smile.

Seeing Tom panting inwardly, he seemed worried that his inner thoughts would be caught out.

"No, today, I will send Voldemort to repent to eternal death."

Lockhart said silently, without any intention of letting go of Tom Riddle.

How could he not know what this guy was thinking.

This guy is the Dark Lord, no matter how hard he is, he is also the Dark Lord.

Lockhart never meant to underestimate the other party.

The reason why he arrived in time just now was because the tinder of the hellfire issued a warning.

Lockhart couldn't believe that there was no reason for the information that was about to dissipate.

"Okay, Lockhart." Tom Riddle said in a deep voice, "If you need anything, just ask, and I will definitely help."

In response, Lockhart nodded uncompromisingly, without saying anything.

Time seems to have passed, but it seems that less than 10 seconds have passed.

The blood red mist turned into a storm, engulfing the ice cone completely and squeezing all the magic power inside.

Feeling that the bloodworm had once again adapted to the power of Lockhart's dream, Voldemort smiled a little, showing a ferocious smile at Lockhart.

Then……

boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, countless Seven Colored light beams suddenly emerged and shot towards Voldemort.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Voldemort's face froze and became a little ugly.

The breath of death surrounds the heart.

He had died from this type of attack before.

Seeing this attack again...

Almost instantly, Voldemort jumped back suddenly, and at the same time, he folded his palms together, and the blood-colored mist seemed to be ordered by a certain order, and it crazily hit, wrapping the Seven Colored beam.

Seven Colored's light beams successfully pierced through the blood red mist and shot forward.

At the moment, however, Voldemort had already leapt into the distance.

At this moment, Lockhart didn't feel any annoyance, silently stretched out his palm, and pressed down gently.

boom!

A huge air wave descended from the sky and suddenly pressed down.

A palm with huge amounts of Seven Colored suddenly appeared, pressing down on Voldemort fiercely.

Mist over Blood Red.

Rumble!

A deafening sound emerged, and Voldemort seemed to be pressed to the ground by the air pressure from the side just now, unable to move. Even if there is blood red mist back and forth to support, it still doesn't help.

When the Seven Colored palm is connected to the ground.

At the same time, the palm turned into a mountain, and a large number of Seven Colored runes emerged.

Suppress Voldemort on the mountain.

On the surface of the mountain, there is also a line of writing left by Lockhart's bad taste

Wuzhishan!

Dream cage!

(end of this chapter)