Chapter 791 The Decisive Battle Begins

The last time was uneventful, and the decisive battle between George and Voldemort finally began.

The location of the battle was chosen in a desert in northern England.

To be fair, the battle location was decided on the last day.

Neither Voldemort nor George would underestimate their opponents.

This duel is related to the future of the entire world, and they will all go all out.

In the vicinity of Hogwarts school, George can borrow various arrangements in the school and the Forbidden Forest. Voldemort will naturally not choose the location of the duel near Hogwarts.

George also wouldn't trust Voldemort's character, and he wouldn't let Voldemort pick an address.

Finally, the location of the duel is temporarily confirmed by both parties to ensure that no one prepares in advance.

After confirmation by both parties, the duel that concerns the future of the entire world has finally arrived.

July 7th is sunny, sunny and cloudless.

Hogwarts has been closed, the students have returned home, and everyone is staying at home, waiting for the information to be delivered on site.

They learned from briefing after briefing that the battle was about to begin.

There were not many people watching the battle between George and Voldemort, and the last battle was still vivid in their minds.

These two wizards standing at the top of the world are powerful and unprecedented.

Their fight was widespread. Even watching the battle is not something ordinary wizards can do.

Voldemort's side, some of his most trusted Death Eaters.

On George's side are several teachers at the school, Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

The sun was high in the sky, and in the vast desert, George and Voldemort faced off from a distance.

Looking down from the sky, the black robes, the two facing each other, are so inconspicuous.

The endless fighting spirit conveyed by the two of them is so violent that it seems to arouse the emotions of the whole world.

The desolate desert, in an instant, seems to have been endowed with color, becoming smart and vivid.

The breeze brought fine yellow sand, and the world under the scorching sun had a faint halo.

Two wizards standing at the top of the world will decide the future of the whole world here.

Voldemort greeted softly and spoke first.

Like seeing an old friend, he warmly greeted, "Long time no see, George. I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time, and I'm impatient to kill you."

His tone was flat and gentle, as if he were talking about the most trivial things.

George said flatly, "Tom, I can give you a little more time so you can look forward to it a little longer."

He smiled and said, "After all, it's still early. After killing you, I still have time to organize a dinner party. I think people in the entire magic world will revel in this together."

Voldemort sneered, "What a naive idea. Those you want to protect don't have such confidence."

He blinked. "I guess, they've packed their bags, just waiting to confirm the news of your death, and they'll be running around like mice."

"It's a pity, after you're dead, you can't see such a scene. Panic, flustered poor bastards, running around, wagging their tails and begging for mercy, it's a fascinating sight."

Voldemort's tone was regretful, as if he had really felt the atmosphere.

Voldemort glanced in the direction of the edge of the desert with contemptuous eyes, "That's the Ministry of Magic, they don't have the guts to approach here, they only dare to peep like mice with magic from a distance."

Helen is an observer at the Ministry of Magic. She is using projection magic from a distance, monitoring the picture here.

George and Voldemort are two wizards standing at the top of the world.

Their battle has never been seen before.

Even if it may be affected, there are still wizards who are willing to take a close look at this battle that affects the future of the entire world with a mentality of pilgrimage and sacrifice.

Helen had never seen Voldemort before, but when she looked at Voldemort's scarlet eyes from the picture, the terrifying killing intent was like an ice spell, freezing her whole body.

Her body was shaking, her soul was shaking.

Her body seemed to have autonomous consciousness, and all the cells came alive, telling her to escape, to escape from this terrifying monster.

Her teeth chattered, she shivered, and with the last of her strength, she stopped in place.

"This is the devil, how can there be such a powerful wizard."

Helen didn't know how powerful George Soros was, but seeing how terrifying Voldemort was, she no longer had any hope in her heart. How could a wizard be able to defeat such a demon king.

In the distance, Voldemort waved gently.

An invisible wave crossed the boundaries of time and space, and in the next instant, all those who peeped with magic would be killed.

George raised his hand lightly, and a gust of breeze turned into fine smoke, and the last one caught up with Voldemort's magic.

"chi, chi"

The terrifying attack disappeared in an instant.

Leaving only a light breeze, with a trace of killing intent, it slipped past everyone's ears, making everyone watching the battle horrified.

Invisibly, they had closed the gate of hell and turned around.

George's tone was flat, "With me here, you can't kill anyone."

He teased, "I specially hired a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Your death is enough to occupy the entire summer newspaper page."

Voldemort sneered and said, "That's fine, this will be the most important duel the wizarding world has ever seen. After killing you, I can't find a real opponent. I don't mind, let the Daily Prophet be You prepare an appropriate eulogy."

"Enjoy your last time," George said lightly. "This is just a small episode in my magical path. I have never regarded you as an important opponent."

Voldemort laughed wildly and said, "I hope your magic is as sharp as your eloquence. If you think that you are facing the weakest me, just resurrected last time. Then you are wrong."

"Oh~"

George stretched his tone and asked lazily, "What's the difference?"

"That's the difference!"

Voldemort waved his wand, and the earth swelled, and the yellow sand rolled up into the sky.

In a peaceful world, in an instant, murderous intentions are everywhere, and dragons and snakes have landed. Natural disasters and magic, mixed with madness and ferocity, the yellow sand in the sky is like a brutal dragon, bringing monstrous waves to the sky.

In an instant, the huge waves had swept in front of George.

The yellow sand in the sky opened its mouth with a huge mouth, covering the clouds and blocking the sun, overwhelming the sky and covering the sky, with a heavy pressure of thousands of tons, and the momentum that devoured everything violently attacked.

"boom!"

Thousands of tons of yellow sand fell like boulders, stirring up smoke and dust all over the sky.

"Stupid arrogant guy." Voldemort laughed wildly, "accept the baptism of the sandstorm."