v7 Chapter 100： Memoirs of a Geisha

Although the battle is instantly divided, the simple confrontation is enough for William to once again measure Voldemort's current strength.

for example……

The powerful magical shield, which dozens of Death Eaters could not break through in a short period of time, was nothing but a blow to Voldemort.

Terrible!

This is normal. The strongest dark wizard in the world still has this level.

Not to mention the magical shields around William's house, even the magic of Hogwarts Castle can't withstand the Dark Lord's whipping a few times.

Of course, even if Voldemort could break through the outermost defenses, he still wouldn't be able to get into William's house.

Not to mention the magic on the river, after William demolished the bridge, it would take him a long time to crack the river to cross the river, and there was still the Brave Loyalty Charm in the house.

Even if Voldemort walked to the house, he would never have entered without the secrecy's lead.

After half a year, after seeing Voldemort's power again, William also found some small problems.

for example……

"Tom, your reaction is slow." He put his hands in his pockets, looked at the Dark Lord, and said "concerned":

"What's the matter? You are seventy years old. You are too old to lift your wand?

Or is the injury on the arm getting worse? "

William grinned all over his face, looking like he owed a beating.

Many new Death Eaters, unaware that the Dark Lord's arm was injured, had to look over in shock at this time.

"Please, if it were you, I would definitely give you the antidote." William smiled:

"Come on, don't be awkward, be shy like a big girl."

In front of his servant, being so ridiculed, Voldemort's eyes shone with a cold light.

If eyes can kill, the current Stark has been stabbed 10,000 transparent holes by him.

Then hung from the Tower of London and dried out!

But... just as the other party said, he also felt that his body was becoming sluggish and his strength decreased slightly.

On the night of his resurrection, Stark slashed his arm with a sword, and the sword was poisoned.

Snape used the potion to contain it, but it could only delay the outbreak for a year.

Over the past year, Snape continued to adjust, and it took only a year and a half to keep the poison from breaking out.

Voldemort thought it was completely gone, but now it seems that it has not been completely cleaned up.

Snape still needs to keep working hard!

But this is not the point, even if he is carrying a pig teammate and has a poisoned hand, he is as invincible as Voldemort!

What he worried about was not poison, but Stark.

He hasn't fought for half a year, and this kid is much stronger than when he was in the Department of Mysterious Affairs.

This is also normal.

Why do wizards rule seventeen years of age?

Because of this age, the physical development is basically mature, the magic power is more and more restrained, and there will be no such thing as magic riots.

After a long period of time, the young body will usher in a stage of rapid growth of magic power.

Therefore, when a wizard becomes an adult, his strength generally grows by leaps and bounds for a period of time.

William is no exception.

As for his alliance with Dumbledore, Voldemort stopped talking about one-on-two, but resisted for a moment and escaped smoothly... He still felt that it was easy.

But Stark's strength continued to grow, and in the case of one and the other... I was afraid that he would not be able to escape, and sooner or later he would die under the chaos of the two.

Not even with a Horcrux!

Think about how it took 14 years for him to be resurrected after he "died" for the first time!

Once dead again, who knows how long it will be resurrected?

Otherwise, relying on the body of immortality, quickly get up and boil the two to death?

Voldemort also thought about this idea.

If he could boil Dumbledore to death for another ten or eight years, he was really willing to do it.

But let him stay for another century before he boils Stark to death... Then he can't accept it!

So Voldemort made a secret decision.

Grindelwald in Northern Europe must be urged, along with his disciple, to speed up the action plan.

Don't wait for me!

When summer comes, he needs to launch an unprecedented showdown.

Thinking of this, Voldemort already had the intention of retreating, but he did not leave.

Just leave like this, and tomorrow the newspapers don't know how to black him!

"Where are my servants?" Voldemort asked coldly.

"Reform through labor at my house." William smiled.

"What, Tom? Did you come here on Christmas Eve to go to my house for labor reform?"

"Or... come to buy your biography?"

A copy of "The Life and Lies of the Mysterious Man" appeared in his hand.

William threw it high and said proudly: "No need to buy it, this is my Christmas present for you.

The story is very good, although the money is not enough, the actors are undecided, and the script is not yet available... But I am still going to find Muggles and adapt it into a movie for you.

It's called a geisha... ugh, Memoirs of the Dark Lord. "

"You're courting death!!" Voldemort was furious, but when he didn't see any movement, the book exploded, and debris scattered in the snow.

"Rush in, kill Wushe!" He hoarsely gave the order to attack.

The magic shield has been broken by him. With him involved in Stark, the Death Eaters can drive straight in.

Not only does he have to rescue the last group of trapped Death Eaters, but he also has to destroy Stark's home!

The Death Eaters charged forward, along with a charge of orcs and trolls.

William stood at the front alone, the mountain wind whistled, and his sleeves were swaying, and he had no intention of retreating.

"If you want to go in, pass me first!"

The young wizard's voice was clearly not loud, but everyone's eardrums vibrated, and every word entered their ears.

For a time, many wizards were shrouded in magic and fell into a trance.

William raised his wand and waved it gently, and the blood-red lightning, like a whip, took the opportunity to grab the necks of several Death Eaters.

It was thrown high like a chicken, and landed on the charge line of trolls and orcs.

Before the troll could brake, he slammed his allies and trampled directly on the Death Eaters.

William's magic power flowed all over his body, and his wand wiped outward.

When the troll group that killed his teammates by mistake, slammed into ten steps away from him, it was like hitting an invisible copper wall.

Unexpectedly, he could not move forward in the slightest, and the previous charge formation also fell into pieces in an instant.

William laughed and stepped forward, and a dozen trolls crowded together and fell to the ground.

The green light shot fiercely at William's forehead, he tilted his head slightly to dodge, and swept his wand upwards.

The wizard bent his body and flew out horizontally, rolling out a slightly "playful" snowball on the snow.

William opened his palms diagonally, pushed his wand forward, and the snowball fell to the ground, not straight down, but engulfed all the snow on the ground.

The "human flesh snowball" got bigger and bigger. Not only did it stick up thick snow, but it also made grooves on the ground as hard as concrete, making the snowball's surface covered with a lot of gray-yellow soil.

William waved his wand and said softly, "Meat Bomb Chariot!"

The snowballs that have accumulated enough weight are like a hill, and they are aggressively crushed towards the Death Eaters.

Dozens of Death Eaters fled in all directions.

William's arrogant laughter resounded through the night.

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