People must be dead... The kind that can't die anymore, they've all been smashed into roujiamo.

But it was not William who died, it was Harry.

The cliff fell, and countless boulders rolled down, one of which flew towards him like a precision missile.

Harry knew he might die this time, but he didn't expect it to be this way.

Do not,

I can't die!

I am still young,

Haven't avenged Voldemort yet!

Harry yelled, pulling his hands to the sides, trying to break the rope with his own strength.

He wants to break out in a desperate situation, to have a magical riot, to wait for a miracle to appear, he wants to... smack!

Harry is gone.

He went directly from a three-dimensional creature to a two-dimensional meat sauce.

Malfoy saw this scene, he ignored the back injury, and ran away in preparation for Apparition.

As for helping Voldemort... don't be kidding, this kind of battle, where is he able to blend in.

Didn't you see anyone else running faster than him?

Especially Gower and Brack, their IQs were online at this time, and they no longer looked like Xiong Da and Xiong Er.

Are there no faithful Death Eaters? Of course there is, but either dead or in Azkaban.

Malfoy could only hope that Voldemort and Stark would die together.

Just like thirteen years ago, Voldemort disappeared suddenly.

Wait...if Stark dies, who will inherit his huge legacy?

Hey, he seems to have a wizard sister... Or tell Draco to abandon Pansy and go after Stark's sister?

Oops, Malfoy screamed.

He was slightly distracted, not paying attention to a stone falling.

The stone hit Malfoy on the back, and he was in the air, spinning several times before landing.

The waist is broken!

Malfoy gritted his teeth, disregarding the second injury, and Apparated while lying on the ground.

William was disgraced, and he also appeared near Gaunt's old house.

He originally wanted to face the cliff, without dodging or dodging, so he used magic to be hard.

The best way, of course, is to cast a spell into the soul and smash the entire mountain.

But he was simply thinking too much. A hundred-meter cliff... As high as a thirty-story building, William didn't have such a powerful spell that could shatter it with one blow.

He is not an Ultraman, he can resist with a whip or rely on **.

Sure enough, when the Dark Lord broke out with all his strength, the difference in combat power was too obvious.

William needs to remember this scene. After 'dead' tonight, he will think about how to crack it tomorrow.

It's best to learn the magic just now, if you don't agree, you will smash the mountain in the face.

William is now like Yang Guo on the top of Mount Hua.

Learn the martial arts of Xidu and Beibei, and after demonstrating it, let another person crack it.

He went to learn the cracking technique.

Leaving the time loop certainly doesn't have such a good chance, but being able to save is different.

Voldemort was also very happy in his heart, because he smashed Potter to death.

That's right, he pulled the boulder just now. Although he was fighting Stark, he couldn't let Potter run away.

Voldemort suddenly realized that he had been mistaken before. There's no need to kill Potter with magic and death spells.

You can kill him with a stone, or stab him with a sword.

Harry was dead, and Voldemort was getting more excited. This is the haze that has accumulated in my heart for thirteen years.

If not all psychological shadows, why does he need to kill Potter in front of his servants?

In addition to giving believers confidence and letting them understand that the Dark Lord is still the Dark Lord... The biggest role is to break the psychological barrier for oneself.

That was a kind of obsession... After killing Harry, his state of mind was flawless and completely perfect.

"See?" Voldemort screeched amid the explosion. "Harry Potter is dead at my hands, and he will never threaten me again!"

Voldemort roared loudly, like a lunatic in the dark.

But there was no audience.

Because all the Death Eaters ran away.

But Voldemort didn't care, he just had to kill Stark now.

As for obedient servants, how many cannot be found?

The dog is hungry and will be back!

Voldemort was waving his wand as if conducting music, and then aimed at the sky.

Black flames soared into the air.

If someone is watching the battle from a distance, they will definitely be shocked by the terrifying vision here.

Flare began to transform into a horde of beasts of fire: fiery snakes, chimeras, and dragons.

They swayed up through the sky, as if they were roaring and demonstrating.

Voldemort was still casting the Fiery Fire Curse, like a childish pique, trying to forcefully use up all his magic power.

He was showing William, to the world, his... great power.

He's announcing... the return of the Dark Lord!

This magnificent scene lasted for three minutes, and the burning range of the fierce fire also advanced hundreds of meters.

Voldemort walked towards William very rhythmically, step by step, and as his bare feet fell step by step, there was a constant crackling sound, neither light nor heavy.

walked the road,

Full of desolation.

When Voldemort came not far from William, the heat from the flames distorted the dim light above.

Soon the wind was surging, the dust floated up, and there was a continuous sound of thunder in the ears.

The scorching heat produces updrafts, which in turn produce cumulonimbus clouds.

William was particularly good at taking advantage of situations. He raised his wand high, like a lightning rod, to pull down lightning.

This trick is still learned from Arya Grindelwald.

The lightning almost blinked and projected onto the flames, and the fiery flames burst into a chaotic network of flames.

The lightning pierced through the flames like a lightning whip, entangling Voldemort's arm in layers.

He smiled disdainfully, raised his wand, and the arm sleeve burned away, flashing residual lightning, and finally turned into a puff of smoke.

Another ball of lightning fell from the sky, like freehand ink splashing on paper, spilling a huge arc.

Voldemort did not dodge and waved his wand, summoning a silver shield from the air.

Lightning fell on the shield, and there was a violent crash of gold and stone in front of Voldemort.

The silver shield exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of smoke.

The lightning was bounced high into the sky, until it subsided into the sky and disappeared completely.

Voldemort, whose black robe was severely damaged, looked indifferent and asked, "That's all you can do?"

William grinned brightly.

With a full-level account, you can do whatever you want, not to mention the original owner of the account, not relying on someone else to call it up, but relying on your own true ability!

As for William, it's still far from full level, it's normal for him to fail!

But if he can't beat it now, it doesn't mean he can't beat it all the time... He has time to level up.

A fiery wave of fire fell from the sky, and William opened his arms and faced the head dragon with a crazy attitude.

He suddenly remembered something and shouted at Voldemort:

"Tom, I'm here to negotiate terms with you!"

Voldemort was inexplicable, and still waved his wand down, and the fire devoured the young wizard who was always smiling.

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William suddenly opened his eyes,

**Sha is squatting on his chest~lightnovelpub.net~ licking his cheek.

William returned to the dormitory again, as if the scene just now was a dream.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling absently. After a while, he hugged **sha and said with a smile, "Come on, kiss one."

**Sha stretched out her paw, blocked William's face in disgust, and gave him another stroke.

As if to say: stinky man, stay away from me!

William left **sha with self-esteem, and after getting up, he went directly to the lounge to find Hermione.

I have a girlfriend, what kind of cat are you kissing!

Just killed by Voldemort, William's heart was still beating, and he needed Hermione to comfort his wounded heart.

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