novelslam Chapter 705 Full-level number means you can do whatever you want
Chapter 705 Full-level number means you can do whatever you want
Chapter 705 Full-level number means you can do whatever you want
People must be dead... the kind that can't die anymore, they are all smashed into meat clips.
But it wasn't William who died, it was Harry.
The cliff came crashing down, countless boulders rolled down, and one of them, like a precision missile, flew towards him.
Harry knew he might die this time, but not in this way.
Do not,
I can't die!
I am still young,
Haven't found revenge on Voldemort yet!
Harry roared, pulling his hands to the sides, trying to forcefully break the rope with his own strength.
People are different, he wants to erupt in a desperate situation, there will be a magical riot, and he will wait for a miracle to appear, he will... Pop!
Harry is gone.
He directly changed from a three-dimensional creature to a two-dimensional meat sauce.
Malfoy saw this scene, he didn't care about his back injury, he was about to apparate and ran away.
As for helping Voldemort... Don't be kidding, there is no way he can get involved in this kind of battle.
Haven't seen other people running faster than him?
Especially Gore and Crabbe, whose IQs are online at this time, and they are no longer the idiots of Xiong Da and Xiong Er.
Are there no loyal Death Eaters?Of course there was, but either dead or in Azkaban.
Malfoy can only hope that Voldemort and Stark die together.
Just like 13 years ago, Voldemort suddenly disappeared.
Wait...if Stark dies, who will inherit his huge inheritance?
Hey, he seems to have a wizard sister...or Draco will abandon Pansy and go after Stark's sister?
Oops, Malfoy screamed.
A stone hit.
He was careless and didn't flash.
The rock hit Malfoy's back, and he was in the air, spinning several times before landing.
The waist is broken!
Malfoy clenched his teeth, disregarding the second injury, and disapparated as he lay on the ground.
William, disgraced, also appeared near Gaunt's old house.
Originally, he wanted to face the cliff directly, without dodging or dodging, so he used magic to be tough.
The best way, of course, is to cast a spell into the soul and smash the entire mountain into pieces.
But he was simply thinking too much. The 30-meter cliff... as high as a [-]-storey building, William didn't have such a powerful spell that could break it with a single blow.
He is not even Ultraman, he can resist with a whip leg or with his body.
Sure enough, when the Dark Lord broke out with all his strength, the difference in combat power was too obvious.
William needs to remember this scene, after he 'die' tonight, he will have to figure out how to crack it tomorrow.
It's best to learn the magic just now, and throw the mountain at people's faces if they don't agree with each other.
William is now like Yang Guo on the top of Mount Hua.
Learn the martial arts of Xidu and Beigai, and after demonstrating it, let another person crack it.
He went to learn how to crack it.
There is definitely no such good opportunity to leave the time loop, but it is different to be able to archive.
Voldemort was also very happy in his heart, because he smashed Potter to death.
That's right, he was the one who dragged the boulder just now.Although he was fighting Stark, he couldn't let Potter escape.
Voldemort suddenly realized that he had fallen into a mistake.There was no need to use magic, kill Potter with a killing curse.
You can kill him with a stone, you can kill him with a sword.
Harry was dead, and Voldemort was all the more excited.This is the haze that has been accumulated in my heart for 13 years.
If he didn't have psychological shadows, why did he need to kill Potter in front of his servants?
Apart from strengthening the confidence of the believers and letting them understand that the Dark Lord is still the same Dark Lord... the biggest effect is to break the psychological barrier for oneself.
It was a kind of obsession... After killing Harry, his state of mind was flawless and completely perfect.
"See?" Voldemort shrieked amidst the explosion. "Harry Potter is dead at my hands. He's no longer a threat to me!"
Voldemort roared high-pitched, like a madman in the dark.
But there is no audience.
Because the Death Eaters are all gone.
But Voldemort doesn't care, he just needs to kill Stark now.
As for obedient servants, how many times can they not be found?
Dogs are hungry and will come back!
Voldemort waved his wand as if conducting the music, and pointed it at the sky.
Black flames blazed into the air.
If there are people watching the battle from a distance, they will definitely be shocked by the terrifying vision here.
Fiendfire began to transform into a horde of beasts made of fire: the Hydra, the Chimera, and the Dragon.
They soared up through the sky, as if they were roaring and demonstrating.
Voldemort was still casting the Fiercefire Curse, like a child angry, trying to forcefully use up all his magic power.
He is showing William, to the world, his... stalwart strength.
He was announcing... the return of the Dark Lord!
This magnificent scene lasted for a full three minutes, and the burning range of Fiendfire also advanced several hundred meters.
Voldemort walked towards William step by step in a very rhythmic manner, and as his bare feet fell step by step, they made constant slapping sounds, neither light nor heavy.
walked the road,
Eyes full of desolation.
When Voldemort came not far from William, the heat from the flames distorted the dim light in the sky above.
Soon the wind rose and the clouds rose, the dust floated up, and thunder exploded in my ears.
The fiery heat creates an updraft, which in turn produces cumulonimbus clouds.
William is particularly good at taking advantage of the situation. He raised his wand high, like a lightning rod, pulling down the lightning.
This trick was learned from Arya Grindelwald.
The lightning almost blinked and fell on the flames, and Fiendfire sent a tangled web of flames.
The lightning pierced through the flames, wrapping itself around Voldemort's arm layer by layer like a lightning whip.
He smiled contemptuously, raised his wand, and the sleeve of that arm was burned away, flashing with residual lightning, and finally turned into a puff of blue smoke.
Another ball of lightning fell from the sky, like freehand ink on paper, with a huge arc.
Voldemort didn't dodge, and with a wave of his wand, he summoned a silver shield from the air.
Lightning fell on the shield, and suddenly there was a violent crash of gold and stone in front of Voldemort.
The silver shield exploded in mid-air, turning into a puff of smoke.
The lightning was bounced high into the sky until it sank into the sky and disappeared completely.
Voldemort, whose black robe was badly torn, looked indifferent, and asked, "Is this the only thing you can do?"
William grinned broadly.
A full-level account means that you can do whatever you want, not to mention that you are the original owner of the account, not relying on others to type it up, but relying on your own true ability!
As for William, he is still far from the full level, and it's normal for him to fail!
But if he can't beat it now, it doesn't mean he can't beat it all the time... He has plenty of time to level up.
Fierce waves of fire descended from the sky, and William opened his arms, facing the fiery dragon in a frenzied manner.
He suddenly remembered something, and shouted at Voldemort:
"Tom, I'm here to negotiate terms with you!"
Voldemort was bewildered, but still waved down his wand, Fiercefire devoured the smiling young wizard.
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William opened his eyes abruptly.
Poposa was crouching on his chest, licking his cheek.
William returned to the dormitory again, as if the scene just now was all a dream.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. After a while, he hugged Poposa and said with a smile, "Come on, give me a kiss."
Poposa stretched out her claws, blocked William's face with disgust, and gave him another blow.
As if to say: Stinky man, stay away from me!
William left Poposa sadly, got up, and went straight to the lounge to find Hermione.
I have a girlfriend, what kind of cat do I kiss!
Having just been killed by Voldemort, William's heart was still pounding, and he needed Hermione to comfort his wounded heart.
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)