Chapter 739 Voldemort Reappears
"Magic returns!"
A pale and mysterious magic mark shot out from the tip of the wand, and the magic mark exploded in the air, turning into tiny dots of light.
The light spots spread out, and the things in the valley, as if the playback button was pressed, went backwards step by step.
The buried pit reappeared in the valley. Among the huge potholes are the twigs and fallen leaves of trees. All sank in the silt of rain mixed with black powder.
Seeing the sight in front of him, Voldemort showed a satisfied smile, "It's really cruel, and it just killed all the giants so easily."
He said in a frivolous tone, "I like George Soros more and more."
Voldemort smiled and said, "The more I look at him, the more I look like when I was young."
"Oh... No, it's better than when I was young." He shook his head lightly, "When I was young, I couldn't easily exterminate giants."
He smiled and said, "Although, I often have such thoughts."
Voldemort turned his head and turned his gaze back to Mike, who looked at Mike approvingly.
"Well done, as you might guess, George Soros isn't going to sit and watch the giants join us."
Under the gaze of Voldemort, Mike said calmly, "Your Excellency is so old and has such a strong strength, so naturally he will not be a kind person."
"Completely different from Dumbledore, who has lost his ambition, that Your Excellency has never encountered a real crisis, and he has not encountered anything that cannot be done. What he decides is often crushed by strong strength. past."
Mike said slowly, "Dumbledore's diplomacy failed, so that Your Excellency will naturally take action in person. I once found a similar thing at Hogwarts, and naturally, I could guess that Your Excellency's actions. "
"Anything like that? Talk about it." Voldemort asked with interest.
"It was at the end of the second year of Hogwarts, in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, that something very special happened."
Mike took a deep breath and said slowly, "The giant eight-eyed spiders that once permeated the entire Forbidden Forest suddenly became extinct. They disappeared dryly and quietly, as if they never existed. know why."
"George Soros killed it," Voldemort said in a positive tone. "It might be to experiment with magic, or it might just be because he didn't like it."
With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth, "George Soros's temperament is really likable. When I was attached to Quirrell in first grade, I had seen the proliferation of eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest. If I had more time, I could do quite a few things with them."
Voldemort said with some regret, "The Forbidden Forest is the outpost of Hogwarts, if you can control it, it will be very helpful for the capture of Hogwarts. The eight-eyed giant spider is naturally our ally, It's a very big loss for them to be removed."
Immediately, he smiled again, "However, I don't need these methods at all now."
"Whether it's an eight-eyed giant spider or a giant, their only use is to add a few more materials to my experiments."
Voldemort turned his attention to Mike and McNeil. "You are my best assistants, aren't you?"
McNeill bowed his waist ecstatically, "All the glory goes to you, my great master."
"It all stems from your greatness!" Mike said humbly.
"Although that Your Excellency is astonishing in talent, he is only a young man after all. He has the arrogance of youth and the weakness of young people."
He smiled, "Your Excellency is very smart. He knows that giants and dementors cannot be trusted, and he knows that these dark creatures are our allies by nature. But he still lacks a sense of decisiveness, or in other words, the sense of justice in his heart is bound. following him."
Mike said with emotion, "He must have a sufficient reason,
to decide their own actions. This was his greatest weakness, and he didn't have to wait for Dumbledore to fail. "
Voldemort nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Mike, you're quite right. George Soros, despite his amazing talent, is ultimately bound by the illusory stance of mortals. He should have taken a more decisive approach in the first place, rather than taking dementors and giants to our side. After that, take action passively.”
Mike chuckled, "The morals of mortals, the values of mortals, those young people's minds are always filled with love and justice."
He said slowly, "However, this is exactly where we can take advantage of it. Young people finally have the best control and guesswork."
"Indeed."
Voldemort said approvingly, "These illusory morals will prevent them from taking the right action and miss the best time."
"However, even so, this time, we still won't let it go so easily."
With a cruel smile on Voldemort's face, "After all, George Soros shot directly and attacked our allies. This is his fault, and we must retaliate."
Voldemort shook his wand gently, and a bright pattern appeared in front of him, a strange pattern of a snake spitting out of a skull's mouth.
The bright pattern floated in front of him, as if being calcined by an invisible flame, the pattern changed from bright red to pitch black.
A figure appeared in front of him.
"Lord....Master, greetings from your loyal servant Lucius."
Lucius stood in front of Voldemort trembling slightly, and he bent down to come up and kiss Voldemort's robe.
Voldemort lifted his foot, pressed Lucius' shoulders, and stomped him under his own.
He said casually, "Lucius, my old friend, I think I've given you enough time this time, right?"
"Master....Master"
Lucius looked at Voldemort in horror and stammered, "I've been trying to find out, I've spent a lot of time investigating, I..."
Voldemort increased the strength under his feet. He looked at Lucius with cold eyes. "I don't want to hear an answer that disappoints me."
"But....Master..."
"Ah...ahh..."
Lucius was writhing on the ground in pain, and Voldemort's feet were like a mountain, growing on him, making him unable to move.
Under his pale skin, there were constant bulges, as if something was about to come out, and in his blood, it was like a living snake was swimming.
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