Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Unless Voldemort's head is blown in the real sense, he will not stop attacking.

Thinking of this, George aroused the violent magic in his body, just like beating Tom Riddle in the past, beating Voldemort more and more smoothly.

George played more and more smoothly, and the more he played, the more comfortable he played.

After all, Tom Riddle had no physical body, and when he was beaten, he was not as good as Voldemort's fist, like a cowhide body.

Voldemort is not a human body after all, the body of the basilisk, even when it becomes a human form, still has terrible protection. Among George's punches and kicks, he only felt that Voldemort's flexibility was amazing, and he was simply the best living target.

"Bang~"

George's fists were getting heavier and heavier, and Voldemort's body finally couldn't hold it under a heavy blow.

The white and the red ones all exploded.

The part of Voldemort's head was empty, and under George's iron fist, it exploded into a cloud of blood. The blood mist was fascinating and fascinating, with a hint of whiteness, like Voldemort's brain.

"Voldemort is dead?"

Ron couldn't help but screamed, his eyes widened, "Die, my head is blown."

"Master is dead?"

Bellatrix fell to her knees, tears falling smoothly from her eyes, "Is the master kidding? He was blown to a head like this?"

"Absolutely not," Malfoy said categorically. "The master must be preparing to launch an attack." He was secretly pleased that it would have ended so easily.

"Yes, the master is preparing to attack." Bellatrix widened his eyes and carefully searched for Voldemort's trail.

On the battlefield, Voldemort suddenly exploded, making George also a little confused.

"Did you die?"

George asked casually, but he didn't stop at all as he said.

The violent flames sprayed out from his body, and the raging flames descended like hell, instantly covering the earth.

A radius of hundreds of miles, instantly turned into a flame hell.

The endless flames burned the blood mist, swallowing everything that Voldemort left behind.

"Damn..."

A figure was burned out of the shadow by the flames, and another Voldemort appeared in front of George.

"It's not dead?"

George glanced lightly, the fuzzy mass of flesh and blood that had been smashed, returning his attention to Voldemort before him.

Voldemort's skull-like face was more white, his eyes were infinitely angry, and his body was a little smaller.

It seems that although he didn't kill him just now, it wasn't that comfortable.

"Are you a wizard or a demon?" Voldemort asked through gritted teeth.

He was breathing heavily and his heart was beating violently. He already overestimated his opponents, but he didn't expect that his understanding of his opponents would still be a fraction.

How could a wizard attack with his fist?

If Animagus is deformed, it is still in his understanding. The magic ape uses a stick to control the earth, and it is still within the scope of magic.

The wizard turned his fists and smashed the enemy's head with one fist. It was still a wizard's battle.

In thousands of years of history, absolutely no wizard has fought like this.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Voldemort couldn't help sinking, and the battle was completely beyond his expectations.

The monster in front of him said it was a wizard, but in fact it was more like a monster.

The terrain of the desert was originally suitable for his magic. Whether it was the control of the basilisk over the earth or the control of the terrain by magic, this was his strong point.

He didn't believe that his years of accumulation and hard practice would actually lose to a young man.

But as soon as the battle began, he was nearly dead, using life-saving magic to escape from George's continuous attacks.

The double fists that George shook looked like a child's play, but there was enough magic attached to them.

George punched extremely fast, and every punch hit Voldemort's brain. Dozens of punches every second, mixed with dozens of weak curse attacks, were enough to interrupt any resistance of Voldemort.

When unable to concentrate, wizards are as fragile as ordinary people.

If it is an ordinary wizard, George can blow their heads in half a second.

Only Voldemort's inhuman body can withstand George's continuous attacks and escape.

"You can keep this question to the ground and study it."

George was naturally not interested in answering Voldemort's questions. The situation was very good. He was planning to kill Voldemort in one go.

He hooked his finger. "The second round has begun."

Voldemort took a deep breath and exclaimed angrily, "Don't think you can beat me."

George looked at Voldemort contemptuously, "Tom, I know you well, you have always liked to read the novels of Mary Su, the director of the orphanage, and I know everything well. But you don’t know anything about me. The battle, from the beginning, there was no suspense."

"Mary Su, what is that?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.

George smiled softly, "You don't need to know this, just enjoy your last few minutes~www.readwn.com~ Seeing George eager to try, Voldemort didn't dare to delay and immediately changed back to the original.

A huge long snake appeared in front of George. The basilisk was green with venomous teeth, "I must say, you are more terrible than I thought. But fighting is never a duel of force, except for force. , Wizards have more wisdom."

Facing an unexpected battle, George is unfathomable, like a demon. Voldemort no longer had absolute confidence, he couldn't help starting a verbal offensive.

Voldemort said in a bewitching tone, "Do you really think that I didn't do anything except fight?"

"Old guy, no one wants to listen to your nonsense, just die."

George is eager to attack again.

"Come out, Titan."

Voldemort looked at George's iron fist, did not dare to delay, and shouted immediately.

In an instant, four behemoths fell in the desert, smashing the yellow flying all over the sky. The four monsters are more than thirty feet tall, which is enough to compare with the largest Tyrannosaurus rex.

They were covered in black, like rotten mud, their faces were unclear, their teeth turned out, and they made a low roar.

"See it?"

Voldemort's tone was triumphant, "You thought you had killed the giant, but in fact, I had already dealt with it. The strongest giant was hidden by me from the beginning."

"An unbearable toy." George said coldly.

Voldemort sneered, "For you, they are vulnerable, but for those weak and poor? A Titan giant can kill hundreds of adult wizards."

A cruel smile appeared on Voldemort's face, "I will let you, those friends who are watching you, be torn apart by the giant's hands, chewing bit by bit, and slowly swallowing your belly.