There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Mark has a headache.

Originally thought that there could be thousands of dark wizards, but Simpson invited many heroes, and there were only more than 2000 heroes from all walks of life.

As the saying goes, if there is nothing, there is no number. More than 2000 people are called [-], and the operation is really difficult.

"It really doesn't work, so we can only use sticker tactics to make the Daily Prophet spend more time."

Mark sighed, Muggles make movies and TV shows, dozens of people dare to film galloping horses, hundreds of people dare to film hundreds of thousands of troops in war.

I have more than 2000 black wizards at any rate, find a good angle to shoot repeatedly, and pretend to be a [-] army, who would dare not believe it?

At this time, two dark wizards walked in with a young blonde.

Now Mark's dark wizard team is divided into three parts.

The first part is naturally the absolute direct line, Hogwarts Advanced Training Course on Dark Arts... I mean self-employed talents trained by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

They are powerful and ruthless, but the key is to be clever and changeable, and to carry out the open thinking that Mark insists on to the end.

Many problems cannot be viewed with old eyes, and a new world will be discovered by changing the way of thinking.

They are also the core team for Mark to control the dark wizard.

The second part is the younger brothers accepted by the students.

It's not easy for everyone to go out and dawdle, and they worship the boss for nothing more than to make money.

Heroes are not young, and black wizards don't care who the leader is.

Who's in... who can get the money to support who.

The last part is dry food.

For various reasons, they brought their own dry food and came here to be Death Eaters. Mark had ordered them to go down, and when the momentum was over, the brothers would take action together and send them to live in Azkaban.

From then on, you will be carefree, and you will no longer have to worry about worldly things!

There is also the considerate service of dementors accompanying the bed. Just thinking about it, Mark showed an envious smile.

Food and lodging included, free bed partner.

There is no better place than Azkaban.

Looking at the blond young man being brought, Mark identified it carefully.

"Johnson, what did you do, why were you sent to me?"

This Johnson joined the Daily Prophet after graduation, and created a shocking body under the guidance of Mark.

The magic world was shocked!

The style of the Prophet Daily has changed drastically!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Johnson's reputation soared, and he was promoted and raised immediately. With the help of senior brothers and sisters, he took the initiative to form a small group, sitting in rows and sharing fruit, and forcibly became an editor-in-chief.

A few days ago, Flitwick framed White Lotus, which was written by Johnson himself.

"He's talking nonsense." The black wizard next to him said, "We really can't stand it, so we have to arrest him."

Johnson yelled "Jian Tianqu".

"Principal, I have sacrificed my life for Hogwarts, and I have shed blood for the wizarding world!"

"I heard that you are going to seduce Voldemort..."

Mark held out his right hand to stop Johnson from continuing to speak.

What a simple child back then, but became depraved after becoming the editor-in-chief, talking nonsense.

What do you mean I seduce Voldemort?

Can this be said casually?

Fortunately, Mark is kind-hearted and has a good temper. He knows what it takes to be the editor-in-chief, so he doesn't bother to argue with Johnson.

If you change someone, you have to kill him.

"Society is a big mess." Mark said, "If you can't speak, you can go back to Hogwarts for a few days, and I'll find a friend to teach you."

Johnson shuddered and quickly changed his words.

"I heard that you want to seduce..."

Seeing that Mark's face was getting worse and worse, Johnson had no choice but to shut up and think carefully.

I am ashamed to say that after working with the Daily Prophet for several years, he can no longer speak well.

"I heard that you plan to encircle and suppress Voldemort's minions, so I wrote the article myself. These two juniors misunderstood!" Johnson said.

Misunderstand?Mark didn't believe it.

The people of the Daily Prophet have a stomach full of bad water, and their hearts are darker than crows and pigs combined.

For example, the famous news fabricator Rita Skeeter.

What Johnson had made up, Mark knew without thinking, must be appalling.

"Okay!" Mark set the tone: "Cut down [-]% of your original manuscript!"

"Be gentle with your pen style!"

"Understood, I will report to you after writing the manuscript. If you don't nod, you will never publish it."

As the biggest voice in the magic world, Johnson has seen this kind of thing too many times.

And in Diagon Alley, five blue lights descended from the sky.

This light seems to exist and not to exist, to seem illusory and illusory.

Five figures walked out of it.

"It's finally here!" The person who spoke was a middle-aged decadent uncle, dressed in white biceps, with slippers on his feet, with his hands crossed over his shoulders.

"I'm the Fire Cloud Cthulhu, haven't you consulted yet?"

The Lord God has rules. A few days ago, he discovered that the rookie team was completely wiped out in the Harry Potter world, so he regrouped and formed a high-level team. He vowed to beat Harry Potter and avenge the team's destruction!

The Lord God has been in all the heavens and worlds for many years, he acts domineeringly and decisively, and is scheming, knowing that the most taboo is to add fuel to the war.

Either don't send anyone, or send a team of high-level reincarnators who will absolutely crush Harry Potter!

Huoyun Cthulhu swept in all directions, and the martial artist's intuition told him that all of the people present were four-star reincarnators.

Equivalent to legendary wizards in the world of Harry Potter!

Moreover, after being strengthened by the main god, and possessing a variety of system skills, he is much stronger than the legendary wizard in real combat.

"Nanzhao, worship the moon!" A man with long hair in a shawl, hands in his sleeves, and a mysterious smile looked up at the sky.

Fire Cloud Cthulhu was overjoyed, he lived in a mental hospital, but he wasn't really mentally ill.

Who is Baiyue?

Legend of Sword and Fairy is a real big boss, mysterious and unpredictable, who masters many spells, and can even fuse with water monsters to destroy the country.

Even the Shushan Sword Saint dared not provoke him easily.

If it weren't for Li Xiaoyao's cheating, Baiyue would be almost invincible.

Huoyun Cthulhu's smile gradually changed.

How does flying dragon riding face lose?

"This black-hearted tiger!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a cloak, thick bones, and thick hair... a half-orc.

No need to look, Huoyun evil god also knows this person... This tiger, with a tiger head and a human body, is invincible in magic skills.

Huoyun evil god is more happy in his heart, and the black-hearted tiger is amazing, with deep scheming and great ambitions.

If it weren't for his son cheating on his father, a good tiger would have to be a licking dog if he didn't do well, the Sword Master of the Seven Swords represented by Hongmao would have been chopped down by the Black Heart Tiger long ago, and the Demon Cult has dominated the country since then.

Where is the mess behind it?

"I'm Ban Tianyue." He was still a middle-aged man, with a grimace mask on his head, a knife behind his back, and a sword hanging from his waist.

Other people really don't know who Ban Tianyue is. Fortunately, Huoyun Cthulhu has lived in a mental hospital for a long time.

"Dragon Soul Saber, Phoenix Blood Sword!" Huoyun evil god stared at these two weapons.

Ban Tianyue is the goddess of snowflakes, the master of the Dragon Soul Sword in the Dragon World, known as the master of Sima Lingfeng, who is known as Ghost Sorrow!

Now, he has become a reincarnator, snatched the Dragon Soul Saber, Phoenix Blood Sword, and the magic weapon in his hand. Although the world is big, what is there to be afraid of?

The last wore wizard robes, with a bald head, no hair or beard, and no nose on his face.

Huoyun Cthulhu blinked, could it be that he is a martial arts master who has practiced Chinese martial arts and reached the level of subduing the white tiger?

"I am Voldemort," said the bald head.

It turned out to be Voldemort.

Huoyun Cthulhu laughed, three four-star experts on the martial arts side, one four-star expert on the Xianxia side, and Voldemort from another world crossed over.

As expected of the Lord God, as steady as a dog!

A gust of wind blew, and several daily prophets that were still on the ground flew around.

Voldemort reached out and grabbed it.

The headlines on the front page of the Daily Prophet are shocking!

"Shocked! The Dark Lord is back! Who will save the wizarding world!"

Voldemort: "..."

No, I just arrived!

Could it be that the reason for the rampage in this world is that I was too awesome to revive and cut down all reincarnations?

Now, am I going to kill myself?