Although the battle is about to break out, a simple fight is enough to allow William to measure Voldemort's current strength again.

for example……

The powerful magic shield was unable to break through dozens of Death Eaters in a short time. For Voldemort, it was just a power of one blow.

It's so scary!

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

Not to mention the magic shields around William's house, even the magic of Hogwarts Castle could not withstand several whippings from the Dark King.

Of course, even if Voldemort could break through the outermost defense, he still couldn't enter William's home.

Not to mention the magic on the river, after William demolished the bridge, he needed to crack it for a long time before crossing the river. There was a spell of loyalty in the house.

Even if Voldemort walked to the house, he would not have thought of entering without the guidance of the secret person.

After half a year, after seeing Voldemort's power again, William also discovered some minor 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 going on? You are seventy years old and can't lift your wand anymore?

Or is the injury on the arm becoming more and more serious?"

William was smiling and looked like he was owed to be beaten.

Many new Death Eaters, who didn't know that the Dark King had an injured arm, had to look over in shock at this time.

"Please, if it were you, I will definitely give you an antidote." William smiled:

"Come on, it's awkward and shy, like a big girl."

In front of his servant, being ridiculed so much, there was a hint of cold light in Voldemort's eyes.

If the eyes could kill people, Stark now had 10,000 transparent holes pierced by him.

Then it hung on the Tower of London and dried into dried meat!

But... as the other party said, he also felt that his body was becoming slow and his strength was slightly reduced.

On the night of resurrection, Stark's sword was slashed, and the sword was poisonous.

Snape used magic potions to curb it, but it could only delay the outbreak for a year.

Over the past year, Snape has been constantly conditioning and has only been working for a year and a half, so that the drug will not break out.

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

Snape needs to keep working hard!

But this is not the point. Even if he is carrying a pig teammate and is poisoned with one hand, he is as invincible as Voldemort!

What he was worried about was not poison, but Stark.

Having not had a fight for half a year, this kid is much better than when he was in the Department of Mysterious Affairs.

This is also normal.

Why does a wizard stipulate that an adult at the age of seventeen?

Because of this age, the body has basically matured and the magic power has become more restrained, and there will be no magic riots like this again.

For a long time afterwards, young bodies will usher in a stage of rapid growth in magic power.

Therefore, when wizards become adults, their strength will generally show a period of jumping growth.

William is no exception.

As for his joint efforts with Dumbledore, Voldemort didn't say such big talk as one or two, but he resisted for a moment and escaped successfully... He felt that it was still easy.

But Stark's strength continued to grow, and as one grew and the other grew,... I am afraid that I would not be able to escape, and I would die sooner or later under the sticks of the two.

Even if there is a Horcrux, it won’t work!

Think about it, after the first time I "death", I had to go back to life for fourteen years!

Once you die again, who knows how long will you be resurrected?

Otherwise, relying on his immortality, hurry up and endure these two people to death?

Voldemort also thought about this idea.

If he could endure ten or eight years, Dumbledore would be able to die. He was really willing to do it.

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

So Voldemort made a decision secretly.

Grindelwald, the Nordic disciple, must be urged to speed up the action plan.

Time is not waiting for me!

When summer comes, he needs to launch an unprecedented decisive battle.

Thinking of this, Voldemort had already wanted to retreat, but he did not leave.

Leaving like this will happen, and the newspaper will not know how to slander him tomorrow!

"Where are my servants?" Voldemort asked in a cold voice.

"It's working in my house to reform." William smiled.

"What, Tom? You came here on Christmas Eve, do you also want to go to my house for labor reform?"

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

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

William threw it high and said with a high voice: "No need to buy it, this is my Christmas gift for you.

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

It's called Geisha...ah, the memoir of the Dark Lord."

"You are looking for death!" Voldemort was furious. He didn't see any action, and the book exploded and debris floated in the snow.

"Roar in, kill without mercy!" He roared and gave an order to attack.

The magic shield had been broken by him, and with him involuntizing Stark, the Death Eater could go straight in.

Not only did he want to rescue the last group of trapped Death Eaters, but he also wanted to destroy Stark's home!

The Death Eaters rushed forward, and there was a stormtrooper composed of orcs and trolls.

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

"If you want to get in, pass my level first!"

The young wizard's voice was not loud, but everyone's eardrums were shaking, and every word came into his ears. Even if it was covered, it would be futile. The ears were still ringing like a bell.

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

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

He was thrown high like a chicken, landing on the charge route between the monsters and the orcs.

Before the monster could brake, it attacked the friendly forces and trampled directly on the Death Eater.

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

When he accidentally killed his teammates, he hit a group of monsters and hit him ten steps away from him, he was like hitting an invisible iron wall.

He was unable to move forward at all, and the previous charge formation was instantly in a flash.

William laughed and moved forward, and more than a dozen monsters surrounded him and fell to the ground.

The green light shot sharply at William's forehead. He tilted his head gently to dodge, and his wand swept upwards.

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

William spread his palms diagonally, pushed his wand forward, and the snowball fell to the ground, not falling straight, but wrapped up all the snow on the ground.

The "human snowball" is getting bigger and bigger. It not only sticks thick snow, but also grinds into grooves on the ground as hard as cement, causing the snowball surface to be covered with a lot of gray-yellow soil.

William waved his wand and whispered: "Meat-bombing chariot!"

A sufficient amount of snowball was accumulated, and it was like a hill, crushing towards the Death Eater with great momentum.

Dozens of Death Eaters fled in all directions.

William's arrogant laughter resounded throughout the night.

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Chapter completed!