Chapter 197 Help Voldemort Do Something Big
"Slip away, slip away~"
After letting the lucky guy go back to attract hatred, Harry changed his previous evil, charming and crazy appearance, and instantly appeared in a show. Although the role-playing needs to be serious, don't really think of yourself as Voldemort.
Looking at the corpses lying on the ground around him, he didn't think there was anything cruel.
Killers will always be killed. The so-called treasure hunters and bounty hunters in North America will definitely slip through the net every time they are shot. And those who have made a name for themselves, such as the team that died first in the inner circle , there really is nothing clean about them.
Even if they were a group of kind-hearted and innocent treasure hunters when they came here, after hanging out in the big dye vat of North America, not one of them who survived would be able to regain their original appearance.
"Maybe it can be a little more extreme?"
Looking at the counterfeit Gun of Longinus in his hand, Harry thought hesitantly. To be honest, he had indeed made some noise now, but it was not ruthless enough. He was just trying to cause some trouble for Voldemort. Bala has caused so many things.
"If we don't do everything right, if that guy comes to North America, can't we just pick him up? We've all helped him scare him, and the process of making a name for himself can be omitted. That's not okay."
Harry, who was still thinking about letting the Magic Congress go, strengthened his belief that he would at least drive a nail in for Voldemort here and completely cut off any possible compromises and entanglements between the Magic Congress and Voldemort.
The fake Gun of Longinus cannot be real, but the fake Grindelwald made is not an ordinary thing, just like Dumbledore can use the Elder Wand to restore other people's damaged spells that are impossible to repair. As it is, the Spear of Longinus also possesses extraordinary power that surpasses other spell-casting media. Even if it has not been processed correctly, it already possesses extraordinary power.
This fake has a small part of the characteristics of the genuine article that will be consumed, and in the previous battle, its durability was only about one-tenth. This was not Harry's estimate, but from the blond My intelligence can be trusted.
"Can I still cast the last three spells?" Harry injected his own magic power into this high imitation short spear. When the awakener's magic power penetrated it, he clearly felt a sense of overwhelm, which was lighter than that of a normal wizard. The magic power of blue was different. Harry's iron-gray awakener magic power was a bit too strong, and it put more pressure on the imitation.
"It's better to only have one chance to cast the spell. At least you don't have to worry about recycling."
His whole body was once again enveloped in black mist. The black mist flying technique developed by Voldemort was indeed great. No one could have imagined that this flying spell, which seemed to be even darker than black magic, was actually modified from what the first-year students learned. The floating spell, but the difference between the two spells is huge. There are hundreds of versions of iterations and improvements in between. They are completely different, but the core of the spell has not changed.
In the magical world, improving spells and inventing new spells are completely different concepts, but this is a story for another time, so let’s not mention it for now.
After getting the news, the belated Auror rushed to the wilderness full of dead bodies. The lucky guy who was released by Harry did not dare to go against the idea of the terrible devil at all. He honestly reported to the Magic Congress. Knowing the situation, he was even prepared to be detained. At least being imprisoned was much better than meeting that devil on the road. Who knows if that guy would involve him in the next massacre.
While smiling gracefully, he then destroyed everything with the appalling Death Curse. In the heart of this lucky man, Voldemort has been integrated with words such as perverted and twisted psychosis, lunatic, etc.
Even a well-informed senior Auror couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he saw the scene in front of him. He seemed to have heard of the name Voldemort before. After all, Britain and the United States are one family. Even if there is a tendency for me and my son to take turns, American magic The relationship between Parliament and the Ministry of Magic in England is only moderate.
"He only used two killing curses to kill nearly a hundred people here?"
In the silence, the Auror captain asked with difficulty.
"Yes, yes, his life-killing curse was not a thin green light, but a light cannon several meters thick! The entire night sky was illuminated by that green light. I just turned around and saw that they were all dead, one One after another kept falling from the rocket, falling to the ground like rain."
The trembling man closed his eyes tightly, as if once he opened his eyes, everything he had seen before would be repeated in front of him.
"You can take away my memory, but it's best not to leave it to me at all. Use Legilimency or forgetfulness!"
His shackled hands grasped the Auror Captain's arm, sending a tremor through his hand.
After hearing such a statement, the crowd fell silent. I originally thought that this dispatch of six teams of Aurors would be safe and there would be nothing they could not handle. But if it turns out to be what this guy said, that way
The Aurors spread out a bit, observing their surroundings vigilantly and not daring to be careless for a moment.
Suddenly, the Auror Captain took out a strange device that was constantly vibrating from his arms, and his face turned pale at this moment.
"We were tricked! That guy went to headquarters!"
"Team 6 stays to protect the scene! Others follow me!"
"I won't go back! I don't want to go back with you! I want to stay here! I won't leave!"
Lucky, who was leading the way, yelled hysterically. Perhaps because they heard his words, the Aurors did not take him away and let him stay with the Sixth Team who stayed behind.
Thousands of miles away at the Magic Congress headquarters, countless Aurors have received the news and began to gather urgently. For wizards who can use Apparition to move quickly, even if they are thousands of miles apart, it only takes a few seconds for quick support to arrive. .
When the Auror captain led the team back, they happened to see the man wrapped in black mist, bathing in the golden light of the rising sun, raising his right hand high, holding a crude short spear in his hand.
The iron-gray awakened magic power was continuously extracted at this moment, and crazily gathered into this short spear as the curse was recited.
Even if other wizards cannot see the existence of magic power with their naked eyes, the unabashedly terrifying fluctuations in magic power still make the heart beat wildly. Before the Aurors who came to support could make any move, a sudden flash of red light bloomed in the air. In mid-air!
"Rumble and blast!"
Harry finished reciting the incantation and threw the short spear into which all his magic power had been poured. The terrifying force gave the short spear extreme speed, and the concrete floor could not stop it even for a moment.
After two slight dull sounds, Harry disappeared into the sky, and the roar of explosions resounded through the sky at this moment!
With a nearly fifty-fold increase in magic, the maximally strengthened blasting spell was pushed to its peak. Glass windows with a radius of hundreds of meters were shattered by the violent explosion in an instant. The towering 57-story building seemed to have been destroyed. Like a wild craniotomy, tons of debris formed the blooming petals of the fireworks. Under people's trembling gaze in disbelief, the explosive fire pushed the smoke and dust, and a mushroom cloud composed of gray mist quietly bloomed. .
This would be the worst terrorist attack in the history of the Magical Congress, adding an indelible shame to their already thin history books.
【This is the price of offending】
After the rising mushroom cloud dispersed, it formed this line of writing, which was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the hearts of everyone present.
"Would it be too much to scare?"
A few kilometers away, Harry drank the antidote to the Polyjuice Potion and looked at the smoke rising in the distance with his chin tilted.
"It doesn't matter. If they find out that the real Voldemort is actually a real person, they will probably hunt him even more vigorously."
Harry grinned, "If you pick a weak persimmon, you know the truth."