Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 466 Balance Deformation

Snake is an animal that has evolved to the extreme in nature, and Basilisk 15 is an extreme magical beast specially cultivated by black wizards. Its power cannot be underestimated by anyone.

But the basilisk is not a wizard after all, even if it has the wisdom of a wizard, it is still confined to the body of the basilisk.

Poisonous fog, fangs, the gaze of death, the halo of evil, the impact of the invulnerable body, the speed at which it moves freely on the ground, the pervasive attack, these are all the basilisk's means. No means of basilisk can escape these frames.

George's giant ape form is not only that, but his upright body and free hands have advantages that are unmatched by any other beast.

The giant stick of 1000 kilograms gives the giant ape a terrifying destructive power. Even without venom and fangs, it is enough to make this weak-bodied spirit of all things capable of dealing with any changes.

The current situation is still the same, even in the face of the unprecedented demon basilisk that Voldemort has changed, George still has the upper hand. But there was no lightness on his face, and the battle was extremely difficult.

The invulnerable basilisk is difficult to deal with, and the basilisk with the wisdom of the wizard has become a real monster. Abundant magic power, exuberant terrifying vitality, it seems that the devil Basilisk has become an unreasonable undead life.

In the second grade, he could easily deal with the basilisk in the secret room. At the end of the day, it is with the help of the wizard's crushing of the wisdom of the beast.

He is a well-armed hunter and a foresighted wizard in the face of beasts without intelligence. Just a Mire, a Gravity, a Weakness Spell, and a few Frost Spells.

In just a minute, the basilisk was a treasure in his pocket.

Now the battle is completely different from the previous hunting, the prey has become the same seasoned hunter, experienced wizard.

Voldemort's transformation of the demon basilisk, when encountering soil, is like the darling of the earth. He walks through the earth as if he were in his own mud pond. The way to deal with the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets has no meaning at all for the demon basilisk incarnated by Voldemort.

The basilisk's abundant magic, under the control of the wizard's wisdom, becomes a terrifying adaptability to any situation.

The giant stick of 1000 jin swung with all its strength, like the bombardment of a bomb, is enough to shatter the rock.

If it is the Hungarian tree peak in the Triwizard Tournament, it only takes George a few sticks to go down, and the most powerful wild dragon is guaranteed to open its skin and bleed its internal organs. After a few sticks, he can easily carry the stick and prepare the firewood to grill the wild dragon.

But now, he doesn't know that he has swung hundreds of sticks, each of which is comparable to a powerful spell. This bombardment is like a bomb, and it is like hitting the undead demon basilisk, but it is like hitting the layers of cowhide, like hitting the vast land.

The demon basilisk will still be injured and still bleed. No creature can easily block this huge stick. Every stick of George makes the demon basilisk, the snake scales fall off, and the flesh splatters.

But the demon basilisk seemed to have become an undead creature, and the wounds healed quickly under its abundant magic. When the heavy bombardment hit the body of the demon basilisk, the condensed power was dispersed by the abundant magic power and transmitted to its muscles like flowing water.

George was hitting a baseball that would never break, and the maze kept collapsing and shattering as they collided, slammed, and shattered.

Boom, boom, blast, blast.

The battle became a complete war of attrition, as if it would never stop.

Even George doesn't know how long this fight will last. Whether he used up all the magic power and couldn't support it, or whether the magic power of the demon basilisk was exhausted in his attack, everything is unknown.

He couldn't help looking forward in his heart, "I wonder if Harry and the others have noticed the flaw in Voldemort, if they can find that flaw,

This battle can be won. "

The teachers and students in the stands are endlessly frightened. The battle has been going on for a long time. They can't see or touch anything. All I could see was the walls of the labyrinth being shattered and collapsing constantly.

The smoke and dust billowed and covered the sky and covered the entire maze.

The huge labyrinth, with a hedge of more than 20 feet, was like a battlefield where artillery fire was flying. Only the constant roar reminded them that the battle was still going on.

The labyrinth had collapsed for the most part, and across a long distance, they could even see a vague figure in the smoke and dust under the dark night, looming like a demon.

Every impact hits their hearts, every collision reverberates in their minds.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The battle is still going on, everyone is looking forward to it, and George hasn't lost yet.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The battle is still going on, everyone is panicking, and George hasn't won yet.

The explosions and roars seemed to never stop, like a clock, hitting everyone's heart.

They didn't know whether to pray for the battle to continue, or for the battle to end sooner. It was clear to everyone that once the explosions and roars stopped, everything would be revealed.

The secrets and answers will be revealed without reservation and without choice. The winner will be George or Voldemort. Is it the hero who defeats the devil and saves the world, or whether the devil wins and the devil land comes to the world.

Whether everything continues to be as peaceful as before, or whether the world changes completely, and even right and wrong are defined by Voldemort.

"Ah, ah, ah,"

An unexpected screeching sound suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.

A rooster's crowing sounded like a shooting star that pierced through the night, and resounded through the night sky. One after another, the sound of chirping came from the maze, along the maze, and passed to the whole world.

A red glow rose on the eastern horizon, and the red glow dyed the lake water, bringing a touch of warmth to the whole world.

The loud crowing of the rooster, in line with the cry of the sun, enveloped the whole world, covering up the roar of the labyrinth.

"Yes, that's it, go on, go on." Hermione clapped her hands, pointed at Harry, and said cheerfully, "Let it keep screaming, don't stop."

Five majestic and mighty roosters were being chased by Harry, and were forced to croak one after another.

"The explosion seems to be a little smaller," Harry muttered as he chased the big roosters, opening his ears hard to make out the distant sound of battle in the sound of the roosters crowing.

"Don't stop, don't give Voldemort any chance."

(To be continued.)