novelslam Chapter 1016 It's a pity not to be the Dark Lord!
Chapter 1016 It's a pity not to be the Dark Lord!
Chapter 1016 It's a pity not to be the Dark Lord!
Voldemort held a very short stick and fell into a state of confusion.
It looked like a popsicle I just bought, and before I had time to take a bite, it melted and only a stick remained.
But anyway, he was actually lucky.
During the time loop, William had practiced fighting skills, and after the loop, he was also a master of gymnastics and swordsmanship.
Playing Quidditch all the year round, young and strong, his fencing speed is really fast.
At such a critical moment, at such a short distance, with the physique and reflexes of a wizard, most people can't avoid it.
As for an "old man" like Voldemort, not only did he save his own rune snake, but he was not hit by it, causing it to be poisoned again. His luck was really excellent.
But he himself certainly doesn't think so, because his wand, which became the "Stand-In Messenger", was cut off.
The significance of wands to wizards is self-evident, especially the first wand, which is even more important.
That is the "white moonlight" that cannot be replaced no matter how many ones are equipped later.
Wands are also obedient to their first owner.
Of course, it is not ruled out that there are scumbags, such as William... There are seven or eight magic wands in his hand, and when he does bad things, he uses a spare wand.
The Elder Wand is also the king of the sea among the wands. He likes to be attached to a powerful wizard, and will betray his master at any time and throw himself into the next embrace.
There are also some wizards who take pleasure in conquering other people's wands. After snatching them away, they even fight against the original owner... This is also old ntr.
But Voldemort is different, he never dies.
In other words, although our Dark Lord has been distracted recently, he only wants to get the Elder Wand known as "the most beautiful woman in the magic world".
But my body (strength) is not good, so I still love this yew wood staff for the time being.
After all, after following him for 60 years, he is almost out of the patina, and it is also the most important treasure after the Horcrux.
And now, his baby, the old man, his favorite little brother, was broken by William just like that!
Angry!
After the Dark Lord checked the rune snake's injury, he slowly turned around and looked at William coldly.
He did make this snake into a Horcrux.
The snake head in the middle was the most conspicuous and could be easily cut off, so he made considerations and didn't seal the soul on that head.
Fortunately, he saved his hand at that time, otherwise he would really lose the Horcrux at this moment.
I can only say carelessly.
Of course, this was also his mistake.
He couldn't completely change his mind, and regarded the snake as a Horcrux... After all, this was the first living Horcrux.
There are also some people who are not used to it.
But after tonight, Voldemort also learned a lesson, he will not bring the snake out again, but let the most loyal servants guard it strictly.
Now that the snake was fine, Voldemort felt sorry for his little stick again.
Every broken wand must have been an angel with broken wings in its previous life, right?
William didn't pay attention to the murderous eyes of the Dark Lord, but bent down and picked up the large half of the wand.
He held the yew wand and played with it... rubbing, rubbing, turning his fingertips.
William's smile gradually changed. Sure enough, it was someone else's wand, which was comfortable to play with.
The wand was cut in such a way that not even Ollivander could repair it, only Dumbledore's Elder Wand could.
After this time, the Dark Lord may be even more desperate to get the heart of the Elder Wand.
It seems that I need to make an "elder wand" as soon as possible and give it to Voldemort.
"Do you want to continue fighting, Tom?" William raised his head and glanced at the devastated land affected by the battle, and said loudly:
"You shouldn't have come tonight! Let's run away quickly and stop the loss in time, otherwise the loss will only get bigger and bigger..."
Voldemort's face changed suddenly, and he felt the familiar call again - the servant was asking for help.
He turned his head and looked, suddenly speechless.
The second Dark Mark tonight is like a flare illuminating the sky!
This shows that, like the first wave, the second wave of Death Eaters will also be wiped out by the... group with a high probability.
Christmas Eve, where do you put this fishing law enforcement? !
Voldemort's blood surged instantly, and his anger hit his heart.
The head of the rune snake was cut off, the wand was broken, and more than 200 servants were lost...
The loss in this half a year is not that big!
Voldemort stared at William bitterly, but did not speak harshly.
After losing the battle, everything now seems like an excuse!
The black robe on his body began to flutter and flutter, and the rune snake floated beside him. His figure turned into a cloud of black mist and flew towards the sky.
Everyone watched the Dark Lord leave.
But unexpectedly, his speed suddenly accelerated, he turned back suddenly, and ran towards the Auror.
William, who had been guarding against returning his carbine for a long time, raised his wand, and a gully was torn out of the ground in an instant, crashing into the Dark Lord.
In an area of tens of meters, a huge circular pit was instantly sunken.
After one blow, Voldemort paused slightly, ran forward to the other side, and finally disappeared into the vast night.
It took a long time for the black mist to disappear, and the Aurors came back to their senses in fear, rescued the injured companions, and restrained the corpses of the dead Aurors.
William stomped his feet, shook off the slush, and looked into the distance.
Mr. Weasley and Kingsley came over and stood behind him, watching from a distance together, each sighing.
Kingsley hesitated for a moment, then said nervously, "William, those Death Eaters who entered your house..."
"Most of them are dead, and some of them were caught by me." William said calmly.
"So……"
"The dead can give it to you, but the living can't!"
Kingsley pondered for a moment, William glanced at him, and said bluntly:
"Don't tell me it's not in line with the Ministry's laws, that's your business."
Either way, the Death Eaters should have been tried and held in prison, not William's.
But in the Ministry of Magic, he was afraid of these people and was robbed within three days.So hard to catch, but it's like a joke.
Besides, William wanted them to "glorious reform through labor".
Hearing what William said, Kingsley, who is now the director of the Auror Office, has no opinion at all.
He nodded honestly:
"Okay! Just follow your request."
In this attack, the Aurors came to support them, but nothing was done, and many wizards were killed.
Whether it is public opinion propaganda or the follow-up to stabilize the hearts of the people, it is not good.
With those Death Eater corpses, it would be much more publicity.
After all, the dead are sometimes more useful than the living.
This must have given William less credit, but then again, with his current reputation, do you care?
How many Death Eaters are killed is just icing on the cake.
William didn't care at all, he needed an obedient Ministry of Magic more.
The boy Kingsley can do it.
The Aurors stayed outside, and William, Kingsley, and Mr. Weasley walked along the bridge and entered the area full of checkpoints.
Looking at the corpses that kept appearing on the ground, Mr. Weasley was also speechless.
No wonder these people are sending out distress calls.
Died too badly.
When he came to the hut, Lucius was teaching a few disobedient little red guys.
After he was captured, he became the object of ridicule by the Death Eaters.A newly joined pure-blood wizard just now dared to mock him.
Seeing the appearance of the Great Devil Stark, Malfoy immediately nodded and bowed, without the so-called pure blood demeanor.
This is also understandable, he knelt and kissed Voldemort's feet without any pressure, let alone submitting to William.
The only sad thing is that Arthur also came.
If I can go out, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life!
William was expressionless, not looking at the group of pure-blood wizards kneeling on the ground, but said softly:
"A group of mobs hope that this summer will end this war and eliminate Tom."
Both Mr. Weasley and Kingsley were extremely excited and fell into fantasy.
Lucius couldn't help sighing in his heart:
"Not going to be the third generation Dark Lord... what a pity!"
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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Cat" boss for the reward.)
(End of this chapter)