I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

At this time, this Longbottom lion.

There was an outburst of anger that was invisible to the students.

Just a face-to-face.

All the approaching knights had their heads disfigured.

A red light fell from the sky, like a sword falling from the sky.

It crossed the ground, leaving a groove ten meters deep in the ground.

It also stopped the attack.

A figure next to him slowly descended, looked at Neville, and said with a smile: "Where is your wand?"

Neville also smiled, "This is my wand."

He raised the sword in his hand, "It was forged by the greatest man."

"I'm glad you compliment me like that." John raised his eyebrows and said, "But let's settle this first."

He glanced at the divine guard who was attacking, and said after a moment of silence: "Why does that arrogant and domineering look look so familiar?"

It seems that in the past, when John gave the protoss to his friends to be raised separately, there was one protoss who inherited his arrogant character very well.

Well, Draco raised it.

"Miss Malfoy and Mr. Weasley, since you went on a night trip privately and came to the Forbidden Forest," John raised his wand and let the two knights hang upside down. He said casually, "Fifty points will be deducted from each of you."

"No!"

The two little guys howled.

Neville hesitated, John blinked, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Neville had no choice but to give up.

"Stella, Alice!" Lewis waved in front of the tunnel and laughed, "I brought Professor Longbottom!"

When Lewis was debating whether to leave or not, Neville happened to come over.

He directly transformed into a guide and brought people over.

John looked over and asked, "Which college is that from?"

Neville had a bad feeling and coughed twice, "Gryffindor."

"Very good, fifty points deducted."

If Lewis knew that the result of his appearance would be to deduct points from Gryffindor, who was already not wealthy, he would have stayed there.

He flashed a knight, and by the time Lewis reacted, it was already too late.

Just as he exclaimed, the knight took two steps forward with his sword raised and fell down.

He looked blankly and saw the invisible beast slowly appearing with a stick.

It turns out there is a darker one here.

Specialized in beating sap.

The knights were already surrounded by John and Neville.

The white-robed elf raised his right hand and chanted magic.

His hair is turning gray rapidly.

John narrowed his eyes, "Ancient magic."

A fierce bolt of lightning shot out from the hand of the white-robed elf.

John raised his right hand covered with silver, and Lightning was caught by him and pinched.

It was running around in his hand but couldn't get out.

The white-robed elf's expression changed drastically and he chanted magic again.

This time his hands touched the ground.

Mist and vines emerged.

John opened his mouth and blew, and the fog dispersed.

He waved his wand, and the vines turned into snakes and wormed their way towards the white-robed elf.

The white-robed elf shouted.

The red knight bypassed the divine guard, jumped up and struck out with his sword, heading towards Neville.

Neville's expression turned stern, and he turned around instantly, holding his sword upside down and slashing out.

The collision between swords produced harsh and majestic magical waves.

Stella and Alice couldn't even stand, let alone intervene.

"Is this the strength of the professor?" The two of them were shocked.

The harmless professor at school turns out to be a powerful wizard.

John holding the lightning and Neville's unparalleled sword skills became images that the two children would never forget.

With the sound of clanging swords, Neville and the Red Knight met their opponents.

The two fought and were inseparable.

John waved his wand, and the armored spell bounced off the knight who was close to the child.

His pupils shrank into vertical pupils.

Raising the wand, the golden flame left behind from the last battle in New York was just used this time.

Flames spurted out from the wand and turned into a giant flame dragon.

Wherever he passed, the knight howled.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the red knight turned around and rode away on the skeleton horse.

John's wand stretched out and turned into a shackle to grab the red knight.

He saw flames coming toward his face again, and John refused to dodge.

The flames come into contact with the skin and spread quickly.

John looked at the white-robed elf who had taken action. He continued to use high-intensity magic, and his body was almost hollowed out.

"Elf from another world, you are looking for death."

Hearing John speak pure elf language, the white-robed elf was surprised and asked, "Are you of elf blood?"

John smiled slightly, "No, I am the Witch King."

The shadow under his feet instantly swallowed the white-robed elf.

The white-robed elf wailed as his body was pulled inside.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

In fact, the white-robed elf was kneeling there with a dull expression.

John looked sideways, but the red knight was gone.

Being able to escape under the nose of the Witch King is quite capable.

Neville put away his sword and his eyes fell on two huge stone pillars.

"I don't remember Hogwarts having such a thing." Neville frowned.

He actually came up with these things behind Hogwarts' back.

John put away his wand and walked to the stone pillar to pause.

"Obelisk technology variant." John reached out and touched it and said, "It is watered with magic blood and added with unicorn blood."

He touched his chin and said, "Unicorn?"

Soon, he knew why.

Wei Wei ran out with an invisible beast sitting on her back.

She said sheepishly: "John, I was out with the Centaur and got caught."

"Centaurs are really unreliable." John complained.

He looked at the invisible beast on Wei Wei's back, and the familiar guy brought his memory back to the second grade.

The guy who slapped the Dark Lord's sap from behind.

"It's you, right?" John leaned over with a smile.

The invisible beast was also very happy, jumping on Weiwei's back.

"It came to rescue me," Wei Wei said, "but it was also captured."

"Thanks to these students."

Weiwei is talking about the three Stellas.

The three people whose points were deducted were still unaware of these conversations.

"My Witch King, are you okay?"

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded.

Standing above the pit that turned into a sinkhole, she asked loudly: "Are the students injured?"

"They need some psychological treatment," John said.

Professor McGonagall is confused. Psychotherapy?

The result this time was good.

Stephens also hugged the three little ones.

Thanks to them, he didn't die.

John glanced at Stephens and was hesitating whether to deduct points from the disobedient Hufflepuff.

It was better for him to let him sleep peacefully. If something happened, he still wanted to show off and go find the knight's garrison.

If it hadn't come in time, Hogwarts might have been suspended due to the deaths of these four students.

He won't admit that being a professor will deduct points, which is really cool.

Stephens suddenly felt a chill.

Suppressing that thought for the time being, John said: "You go back first, I will deal with these things."

His eyes fell on the huge stone pillar.

This thing and those corpses seem to have a lot of research value.

New material, there it is.

Don't forget it.

In addition to being the great Witch King, John is also the only person in the world who can refine the Philosopher's Stone.

Elves from another world, these things have not been studied before.

He looked at the still living white-robed elf and said thoughtfully: "I remember there is still some room for the dementors, would they mind squeezing in?"

The malicious look made the white-robed elf, who was trapped in fear and unable to come out, tremble.

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