Voldemort stepped into the gates of Hogwarts and walked towards the castle.

He was a little confused, and did not hear the deafening sound of fighting, did not see the captured students, nor did he find the bodies covered with campus...

Only the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated from the air indicates that there had been a tragic killing here.

Is the war over so soon?

Or, Stark has already fled with his students, and the Death Eaters are pursuing?

Voldemort couldn't help laughing.

This is the only possibility.

He does not think that Stark can still turn the tables when Dumbledore is seriously injured and the Ministry of Magic is attacked.

The Death Eaters and the Dementor Army, but the Flying Dragon Riders' Face... Lose with the Head!

Voldemort walked along the long road, and he was extremely leisurely, as if he was admiring his back garden.

On a whim, Draco, who was carrying Harry's body, even became a tour guide.

He also introduced some little secrets of Hogwarts Castle. On the surface, it was a regulating atmosphere group, but in fact he was full of complacentness.

That's right, he has automatically become the owner of this ancient school.

He is preparing to turn Hogwarts into a family industry.

At this time, a cheerful whistle came from afar, interrupting Voldemort's good mood.

The Dark King looked forward with a cold face.

The huge oak door is open, and through it, the castle is brightly lit.

There was a young man sitting quietly in front of the steps, facing the castle and facing the square.

A blood-stained sword was inserted on the marble floor at his feet.

This solemn and murderous whistle was blown away by him, and became unexpectedly peaceful.

William sat alone on the steps in front of the castle, pursing his lips, and the angular Yingyi face became more and more profound.

“Welcome back, Tom.

This is the first time you have entered school in more than half a century?

How do you feel when you revisit the old place?"

"Things change." Voldemort stared at William, and he said coldly in a hoarse voice:

"It would be even better if there were no annoying guys."

"I think so too." Wei grinned: "So, he killed all the annoying Death Eaters.

Isn’t this kind of killing your favorite show?

Unfortunately, you were not here just now and missed this wonderful show."

Voldemort was so murderous that the atmosphere in the square was suddenly extremely dull and solemn.

"You fart! I can't, I have thousands of Death Eaters and Dementors army, enough to flatten Hogwarts!"

"Nothing is impossible. Even the Pampas eagle can fly away from the Camp Nou. Your era is coming to an end."

William said with a little sadness, and then he started to sarcastically:

"Of course, you have never had the so-called era."

"When I was young, I was shrouded in the shadow of Dumbledore and could not turn over; I finally resurrected, but I was suppressed by me...

Is it just a joke to tell me about your life?!"

William's words were as fierce as a knife, making the Dark King furious.

"As long as I'm still alive, I can pull out another group of Death Eaters at any time!"

"Is it difficult?" William said sarcastically:

"I tell your servants, you are afraid, afraid of me, and run away.

As long as they are still alive, they will spread the story of you running away without fighting.

And... the Death Eaters you are proud of soon surrendered to me collectively, and there were far more captives than the dead wizards.

With your current prestige, how can you make those pure blood families believe you again?

Do you dare to use them?!"

Voldemort clenched his wand, his wrist was veins swelling, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's okay, the death of these wastes has been exchanged for something better."

He shouted loudly:

"Stark, Dumbledore has been seriously injured, and Harry Potter..."

"Harry Potter... is dead!" Voldemort walked around, opened his arms, and laughed wildly.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey~"

William: “…”

He seemed to be looking at a fool, watching this almost crazy man performing high-quality social death behavior in humans.

Sure enough, men's happiness is so simple.

The Voldemort devil was stubborn for a long time before he calmed down, and finally looked at William coldly.

"Stark, after I kill you, I will deal with the old man Dumbledore.

Don't worry, I will send all your relatives and friends to see you one by one!

Those who betray me will accompany you to see the God of Death."

"Is that true?" William stood up and hooked his finger: "Then let me see your strength, Tom.

In any case, there should be a break tonight.”

He hooked up his sword, fell into his hand, and took out his magic wand.

Voldemort also raised his wand.

He did not use the old wand immediately, because he was afraid that Stark would realize he was too strong and would be scared away.

Of course, this kind of killer must be used suddenly when the battle is at its most intense, so that it can be unexpected.

He raised the purple-shirted wooden wand in his hand, and the dust gradually flew up, forming small tornados, rolling towards William.

William whipped casually and the dust was photographed.

Voldemort's hand holding the wand was bent, his five fingers were bent, and the wand was rotating rapidly, and the tip of the wand rolled away like thunder.

He waved it again, and the spell that looked like the moonlight shone out a vast white area on the castle.

They turned into countless sharp long swords, like thousands of swords returning to the sect, making amazing rumbling sounds.

William opened his five fingers and gently picked his wand. A dazzling green rainbow that cut through the sky immediately crashed into the sky.

When the two spells collided, a sound of gold and stone suddenly sounded like a huge cannon.

William twisted slightly, turned his wand sideways, and magic power gushed out, compressing the airflow and turning it into a magic air cannon.

The ground in front of Voldemort collapsed, and he quickly retreated backwards. After eighteen steps in a row, he finally stopped the decline and refused to take another step back.

William's curse also completely covered the place.

The ground several meters deep, along with the thick floor, was overwhelmed by the whole piece and pried up toward Voldemort.

Voldemort waved his wand, and countless gorgeous snow-white lights burst out.

From a distance, the Dark King seemed to have become the Thunder and Lightning King.

He raised his wand high, and the lightning turned into a thunder whip and threw it on the boulder.

The lightning was like thousands of silver snakes wandering around, and after a violent stroke, it was torn into pieces.

Voldemort had another hand, his five fingers together.

The gravel that had not yet reached the ground after the crack turned into a sharp spear and shot towards William quickly.

William raised his wand and summoned a shield in front of him.

All the stone spears were violently bounced away by the shield and inserted into the ground obliquely.

The magic power contained in it exploded, bursting out countless potholes, dust and ravines.

William took out another magic wand, his hands and staff, and countless spells shot out like Gatlin.

Voldemort, holding a stick in one hand, could easily deal with it, and even thought about seizing the opportunity and changing it back to the old wand.

Since his first resurrection, Voldemort has known that Stark seemed to know his magic well.

Even the way of fighting is well known.

This familiarity will lead to the inability to effectively suppress even if one has better strength.
To be continued...