After so many years of time, William not only stole Voldemort, but also studied Dumbledore, but even Snape and other professors, he did not let him go.

This is not just about magic potions, but also about self-created magic.

Dumbledore is an old artist with both virtue and art. Voldemort specializes in darkness and SM style.

Snape is not virtuous or dark, but in the invention of black magic, he is definitely an unknown inner show... He can be called a talented person.

Even William felt that many of his own magic was extremely exquisite.

William not only knows how to use it, but also plays with flowers.

For example... Shen Feng Wuying!

William played a fancy sword fancy, put away the fairy sword, and another magic wand appeared in his left hand.

Holding a staff in both hands.

For a moment, the magic power surged.

The inconspicuous rainstorm above the entire island exploded before it even fell to the ground.

The thunder that Voldemort continued to smash was like it was hit by an invisible blade and was instantly shattered.

The invisible blade is the most deadly!

This is the mystery of Snape's magic shadow without a front.

Wherever you see and where you go, is the manifestation of this great achievement of the black magic.

As William waved his hands, ripples stirred around him, varying in height, like countless small stones hitting the calm lake.

It was a wonderful scene of the rain being hit by the god shadow Wufeng.

After a moment,

The ripples finally disappeared!

It was not that the heavy rain stopped, but that countless invisible magical sharp edges were shadowless, like a big umbrella, separating the rain from the outside.

If someone looks down from a high altitude, he can see a very strange picture:

In the sky, the rain still fell rapidly, and a hundred meters away seemed to be covered by a barrier, separated from the inside and outside!

Without the interference of rain, Shen Feng Wuying was completely "descendant and shadowless", and the attack trajectory was completely invisible.

Voldemort suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, an invisible attack passed by his cheek.

If the Dark King had bangs, he could see his hair falling, but unfortunately he didn't... he could only see a wound appearing out of thin air on his face, oozing black blood.

The so-called black magic... is not just sharp, it is as simple as it is, but also has the effect of continuous serious injury.

Voldemort's body was like a bat, his robe fluttering and flew backwards.

Another wave of attacks flew past his chest and cut off some black robe strips.

The Dark King hid quickly, and the cold triangular building in Azkaban was not so lucky.

Countless deep troughs exploded on the wall, and the black cloth of the robe that had not yet fallen to the ground was crushed into powder almost instantly.

William narrowed his eyes, held his wand, and twisted his hands quickly.

Countless divine edges have no shadows, forming an invisible cage that has nowhere to hide, trapping Voldemort in it.

The Demon King Fu Hei smiled coldly and stepped on the ground barefoot. All the soil on the ground was lifted up, and a rising mud curtain fought against the divine shadow pouring down.

William's wands faced with his hands,

He chanted softly:

"break!"

The Divine Shadow Wufeng tore through the soil and was about to dismember Voldemort. The Dark King's face was full of sinisterness, silently shook his wrists, and turned into a ball of black mist.

The cage formed by the divine shadow without a sharp edge was hit in the black fog, and countless poisonous snakes swam out, like a disaster of a mad python.

They fled in scattered and hissed fiercely.

The Dark Lord disappeared.

William's eyes turned, as if looking for Voldemort's figure.

A poisonous snake that had penetrated into the corner opened its mouth without warning and exhaled a green light insidiously.

"Avadassauer!"

William did not turn around, but only had toes, and jumped away from the death curse.

Another poisonous snake in the distance opened its mouth and shot out the second death curse from a completely opposite angle.

William in the air swung his wand calmly. At the point where the tip of the wand pointed, a poisonous snake expanded for several meters, stood up and blocked him.

The third death curse shot, and William turned into a sea eagle, spread his wings and flew into the air, avoiding the attack.

This is the danger of this black magic.

Voldemort transformed into countless poisonous snakes, and could sway and possess them at will, constantly shooting out the death curse.

Not to mention unexpectedly, the speed is faster and even causes terrible effects of countless death curses being launched together.

And in such places where phantoms cannot be displayed, it is even more difficult to avoid.

During the time cycle, William had died more than 300 times under this dark magic.

It can be said to be sinister and vicious.

Therefore, the Dark King must be killed and killed as soon as possible.

When Voldemort develops new black magic, William may be hit.

Most of the time he is now working according to the combat experience of the time cycle, so that he can only create a situation where he will barely lose.

The power of the Dark King is evident!

William raised one hand and swung his index finger gently. Countless golden crossbows flashed away, drawing a slender track in the air.

Just like the heavy rain of pear blossoms, the black snake was nailed to the ground.

The black mist appeared again, forming Voldemort's figure.

He was also wondering why Stark could always quickly crack his killer moves that he had never had invincible.

Even Dumbledore could not be so easy, right?

So, Stark must kill, and you must kill it as soon as possible!

At the age of seventeen, he is so powerful. If you give him another two years of opportunity to grow, what else can you do?!

The Dark King glanced at his right hand and was immediately furious again.

This fierce battle made the toxins in his arm continue to spread!

If this continues, I am afraid that it will not last for half a year and I will be "reborn" again.

But I can't bear to leave Potter's aunt's blood!

Snape, the waste, cannot be made of antidote, and you will steal it. After stealing for half a year, there will be no news.

I'll just make trouble for you when I go back!

William didn't know that because of his sake, Professor Snape, his dear and good teacher, was about to endure the disaster.

But it doesn't matter if you know it. Anyway, Snape will vent his anger on Harry's body.

Moreover, William's entire attention was focused on the Dark King.

Seeing Voldemort like that, he was ready to fight quickly.

There is a sky-blue arc-shaped spell on the silver-white edge, like a crescent-shaped scimitar, suddenly appearing in the air and rushing straight into it.

The curse hung half a meter above William's head, trembling and no longer allowed to enter.

His magic power was flowing all over his body, his momentum was stacked layer by layer, and his right hand seemed to be slowly lifted up, and he gently bounced his fingers, bounced at the top of the magic wand.

Even though it was clearly struck by the wand, the arc-shaped curse was swaying.

Countless divine shadows began to shoot out from all directions and land on Voldemort's curse.

The curse is severely damaged and shortens at a speed that is accessible to the naked eye.

William never retreated but advanced, and was frightened every step.

The thirty-meter spell was also shortening, from forty-meters to thirty-meters, until ten meters... William finally stopped exhausted.

When he stopped, the originally blocked offensive seemed to be waiting for this moment. Its momentum was coming with great force and its power was not only far superior.

William slid back a distance, jumped up gently, and pressed two magic wands in front.

Between the wands,

The glory exploded.

Two strong winds were magnificent and fierce, blowing his hair all over his hair to float backwards.

William pressed his wand down with both hands.
To be continued...