A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 705 A max-level account can do whatever it wants.

The person is definitely dead... dead beyond any doubt, smashed into a meat sandwich.

But it wasn't William who died, it was Harry.

The cliff came crashing down, and countless boulders tumbled down. One of them, like a precision missile, flew towards him.

Harry knew he might die this time, but he never expected it to be in this way.

Do not,

I can't die!

I am still young.

I haven't avenged myself on Voldemort yet!

Harry roared and pulled his arms to the sides, trying to break the rope with his own strength.

People are different. He needs to erupt in a desperate situation, to unleash a magical riot, to wait for a miracle to happen. He wants to... *smack*!

Harry is gone.

He went directly from a three-dimensional being to a two-dimensional meat paste.

Malfoy witnessed this scene, and ignoring his back injury, he prepared to Apparate and run away.

As for helping Voldemort... don't be ridiculous, that's a battle he has no right to get involved in.

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

Especially Gore and Crabbe, their intelligence was actually on point at this time, no longer the silly bears they were.

Are there no loyal Death Eaters? Of course there are, but they're either dead or in Azkaban.

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

Just like thirteen years ago, Voldemort suddenly disappeared.

Wait... if Stark dies, who will inherit his vast fortune?

Wait, he seems to have a wizard sister... Otherwise, why not have Draco abandon Pansy and go after the Stark sister?

"Ouch!" Malfoy cried out in pain.

A stone came flying at us.

He was careless and didn't dodge.

The rock struck Malfoy in the back, sending him spinning several times in the air before he landed.

My back is broken!

Malfoy gritted his teeth, ignoring the possibility of further injury, and Apparated while lying on the ground.

William, covered in soot, also appeared near the old Gaunt house.

He originally intended to face the cliff head-on, without dodging or flinching, and simply confront it with magic.

The best method, of course, is to cast a spell on the mountain itself and shatter the entire mountain.

But he was overthinking it. A cliff a hundred meters high... more than thirty stories high. William didn't have a spell strong enough to shatter it in one blow.

He's not Ultraman, who can withstand a single kick or rely on his physical strength.

As expected, the difference in combat power was too obvious when the Dark Lord unleashed his full power.

William needs to remember this scene; after "dying" tonight, he needs to figure out how to break free tomorrow.

Ideally, I'd learn that magic spell so I could smash a mountain into someone's face at the slightest provocation.

William is now like Yang Guo at the summit of Mount Hua.

After demonstrating the martial arts techniques of the Western Poison and the Northern Beggar, another person was asked to break them.

He then went to learn the techniques to counter it.

Leaving the time loop certainly doesn't offer such a good opportunity, but being able to save your game makes all the difference.

Voldemort was also very happy because he had smashed Potter to death.

That's right, he was the one who pulled that boulder over there. Even though he was fighting Stark, he couldn't let Potter get away.

Voldemort suddenly realized that he had been mistaken. There was no need to use magic or a killing curse to kill Potter.

He could be killed by a stone or a sword.

Harry's death fueled Voldemort's excitement. This was a gloom that had been building up in his heart for thirteen years.

If they didn't both have psychological trauma, why would he need to kill Potter in front of his servants?

Besides strengthening the faith of believers and making them understand that the Dark Lord is still the same Dark Lord... its greatest function is to help them overcome their psychological barriers.

It was an obsession... After killing Harry, his mind was completely flawless, utterly perfect.

"See that?" Voldemort screamed amidst the explosions. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand! He's no longer a threat to me!"

Voldemort roared loudly, like a madman in the night.

But there wasn't a single listener.

Because all the Death Eaters have run away.

But Voldemort didn't care; all he needed to do now was kill Stark.

As for obedient servants, how many could you not find?

The dog will come back when it's hungry!

Voldemort waved his wand as if conducting music, then pointed it at the sky.

Black flames soared into the air and burned.

If someone were watching from a distance, they would surely be shocked and horrified by the terrifying phenomenon here.

Fiend began to transform, turning into a large group of fire-based beasts: fire serpents, chimeras, and fire dragons.

They soared into the sky, rising as if roaring in protest.

Voldemort was still casting Fiendfyre, as if he were a child throwing a tantrum, trying to exhaust all his magic power.

He was showing William, and the world, his... immense power.

He is announcing... the return of the Dark Lord!

This magnificent scene lasted for a full three minutes, and the burning area of ​​the raging fire expanded by several hundred meters.

Voldemort walked towards William rhythmically, step by step, his bare feet making a series of soft, rhythmic thuds as he landed.

The road we have traveled

The scene was one of utter devastation.

When Voldemort arrived not far from William, the heat from the flames distorted the dim light in the sky.

Soon, the wind picked up, dust rose, and continuous thunderclaps filled the air.

The intense heat of the fire generates updrafts, which in turn produce cumulonimbus clouds.

William was exceptionally adept at leveraging momentum; he raised his wand high, like a lightning rod, drawing in the falling lightning.

This trick was learned from Arya Grindelwald.

The lightning struck the flames almost in the blink of an eye, and the raging fire emitted a chaotic, net-like pattern of light.

Lightning pierced the flames, and like a whip, wrapped around Voldemort's arm.

He sneered, raised his wand, and the sleeve of that arm burned away, flickering with residual lightning, before finally turning into a wisp of blue smoke.

Another ball of lightning fell from the sky, like ink splashed on paper, spreading out in a huge arc.

Voldemort neither dodged nor avoided, but waved his wand and summoned a silver shield from the air.

The lightning struck the shield, and a loud metallic clang rang out in front of Voldemort.

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

The lightning was bounced high into the sky until it disappeared into the clouds, completely out of sight.

Voldemort, his black robes badly tattered, asked coldly, "Is that all you've got?"

William grinned broadly.

A max-level account can do whatever it wants, especially since it's the original owner of the account and wasn't leveled up by someone else; it's based on the account owner's own skill!

As for William, he's still far from reaching the maximum level, so it's normal that he can't beat him!

But just because he can't beat them now doesn't mean he'll never be able to... He has plenty of time to level up.

A blazing wave of fire descended from the sky, and William opened his arms, charging headlong into the fiery dragon with a frenzied gesture.

He suddenly remembered something and shouted at Voldemort:

"Tom, I'm here to negotiate!"

Voldemort, bewildered, still swung his wand, and Fiendfyre engulfed the ever-smiling young wizard.

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William suddenly opened his eyes.

Poposha was crouching on his chest, licking his cheek.

William returned to his dormitory, as if what had just happened was all a dream.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. After a moment, he hugged Poposha and said with a smile, "Come on, give me a kiss."

Poposha stretched out her paw, disgustedly blocking William's face, and then smacked him again.

It's as if it's saying: You stinky man, stay away from me!

William, feeling deeply hurt, left PPSh and went straight to the common room to find Hermione after getting up.

Why would you kiss a cat when you have a girlfriend?

William's heart was still pounding after being killed by Voldemort, and he needed Hermione to comfort his wounded soul.

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