Chapter Four Hundred and Seventieth Battle Summary

Chapter 470 Battle Summary

George waved his hand and said, "All dispersed, all go back to rest. After the rest, we still need to interrogate Barty Crouch Jr."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the others, followed Cornelius Fudge, and let him diligently help him fend off all the people.

With Cornelius Fudge diligently leading the way ahead, separating the crowd, George kept walking across the lawn back to the castle.

The golden sun shines on George's shoulders, lining his tall body, strong muscles, resolute face, and a trace of pallor on his face, just like a hero who has returned from victory in ancient myths.

The heroic people chased closely behind the hero, just to feel that warm feeling of security.

They kept going all the way, through the oak door, into the castle. At the marble steps, George said goodbye to everyone, "I have something to say when I wake up." His tone was a little tired.

Seeing his appearance, it was difficult for others to continue to disturb George, who was extremely tired because he had just left the battle. Just looking at his distant back, he lingered for a long time with some regrets, as if he had lost his backbone.

George returned to the Ravenclaw dormitory from the corridor, back to his single dormitory.

He locked the door, drew the curtains, and lit the candle. Then he put down his wand, took off his basilisk robe, and took off all his clothes one by one. He found a few more slates from the bookshelf and placed them in the center of the dormitory.

Through the beating candlelight, the cold candlelight scatters on George's body and shines on his pale body.

Unlike the seemingly unscathed appearance, George, who took off his clothes, was covered with scars.

Damage from venom corrosion, leaving unsightly potholes, cracks from petrified light, like cracked rock. These serious injuries are stubbornly resisting healing, even after taking the healing potion.

The muscles of the wound were twitching slightly, and the therapeutic medicine was working in the body. The potion resonated with George's own magic, and wanted to drive the corrosive venom and petrified erosion out of the body.

But the stubborn poison and the petrified curse were like gangrene of the tarsal bones, stubbornly resisting the healing effect, and the two opposing forces collided violently, causing a burst of pain.

"It really hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts." George said through gritted teeth.

When you are fighting, you are fully focused, and your magic power is completely concentrated on combat and perception. These terrifying injuries automatically shield the pain, making people unknowingly attacked.

Only after the battle, the state of the battle is lifted, and a large amount of healing medicine is poured. Healing potions and serious injuries, two extremely opposing forces, collided violently.

All the pain broke out in an instant. If he hadn't used his magic to suppress it immediately, he would have made a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Now that he is out of everyone's sight, he can't help it anymore.

Without further delay, he took out a black and bright gemstone, which was as black as the universe and as bright as a star.

He held the gemstone in his hand, and there were words in his mouth, not like human words, looming, mysterious fluctuations spread out from the gemstone.

The tone like splashing ink thick juice appeared on his body, spreading to his whole body, like a night-like flame beating on his body, he seemed to be shrouded in a mass of night and fell into darkness.

In a moment, dawn broke, the night began to fade away, and light appeared on him.

As if light overcomes darkness, the smooth skin is revealed little by little. Like a newborn baby's skin, it glows with the luster of marble.

When the darkness subsided, the light recovered, the ugly potholes caused by the venom corrosion, and the cracks and cracks caused by the petrochemical light, all dissipated, leaving only the radiant, warm and jade-like skin.

George took a deep breath and stretched his body vigorously. The new skin was extremely sensitive. He felt the ubiquitous magic power in his body, and every pore seemed to be able to inhale air.

"Break and then stand, barely considered a kind of progress in strength.

' he said lightly.

The previous battle with Voldemort was not easy, and his Animagos transformation, although firmly held the upper hand. But in the final analysis, magical powers are not as good as days, and skills are not as good as talent.

The great ape's fighting skills are so adept, that he played Voldemort like a baseball from beginning to end. After all, a stick can't kill a baseball, and the attack of a giant ape is also difficult to kill.

Contrary to this, daemon basilisks are natural monsters, monsters infinitely more powerful under Voldemort's wisdom. Any attack can be resolved by his abundant magic power, but his attack carries fatal damage.

Whether it is the venom of the Demon Basilisk or the more powerful Death Gaze, every attack should not be underestimated, and the damage of each attack is constantly accumulating.

Of course, George was happily slapping baseballs, chasing Voldemort in a majestic manner.

But Voldemort is not to be slaughtered by others. He accumulates his own advantages little by little, every bit of poisonous mist erosion, every death stare parry. He brushed past victory time and time again, but he always kept brushing past victory.

This is the innate strength, the absolute advantage. He could fail countless times, but George couldn't tolerate any. This is the human body, the fundamental gap between it and the demon basilisk.

George is the most powerful wizard, but he is only a mortal after all, but Voldemort is no longer a human being, and truly transcends the limitations of human beings.

As long as you are human, your body, your brain, your vitals, your vitality is always limited by your body.

As a demon basilisk, Voldemort completely abandoned the human body and seized a powerful body that was more adaptable to hunting and possessed stronger magic power. This gave Voldemort an unparalleled advantage in previous battles.

Abundant magic power means stronger adaptability, and you can even waste your magic power at will. And the powerful vitality allows him to withstand heavy attacks, to withstand the blows of failure countless times, and to stand up again countless times to continue to launch terrifying attacks.

After all, humans can't compare their minions with beasts, and they can't fight their instincts with beasts.

But it's all over, no matter how powerful Voldemort is and how many advantages he has, the previous battle was George's victory after all, no matter whether there was a fluke in the battle or whether there was an unexpected factor in the rooster crowing.

But George won a real victory, a real victory. He completely defeated the nightmare and the demons he had always had.

(To be continued.)