Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 544 Voldemort's Emotions

He was quiet, quieter than the most quiet and well-behaved cat, and more well-behaved. ??Huoran?Wen??????`I don't know why, but just thinking of the previous scene made Anna feel a little sad.

Fortunately, everything has passed, and slowly George is not so nervous. Although all of his time is still immersed in books, immersed in magic, but everything is going in the right direction.

Today, George is the most powerful wizard in the world, and no one can hurt him.

"Everything is going well." Anna's face showed a gentle smile, "Young master is always right."

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After dinner, George went back to the room.

He was going to start writing to the Daily Prophet. Since the information about the battle with Voldemort has already been put forward at the International Federation of Wizards, there is no need to continue to delay.

At this time, he was already the president of the International Federation of Wizards. It also received support from France, Germany, and the United States Ministry of Magic.

At such a time, it is not difficult for him to obtain the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He even had some expectations that those stupid opponents would jump out directly. After all, when the conspirators can't hide in the shadows, they lose even the last bit of covert advantage.

For wizards, the most important thing is always strength, and only strength is the foundation of everything.

Those conspirators in the dark, when they try to oppose George through conspiracy, any conspiracy will be defeated under the powerful force.

The newspaper headlines for the next few days, no doubt, were all about George.

People are shocked that an underage wizard has already stood at the top of the wizarding world. People are shocked that George has become the president of the International Confederation of Wizards. People were shocked by George's engagement with Voldemort.

Shocked that an underage wizard can already fight against a demon king who no one dares to pronounce.

The whole wizarding world has really changed, and an era has come that makes everyone dumbfounded and unbelievable.

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Under the night, the moon is sultry, the dark sky is dotted with sparkling stars, and a bright moon is guarded among the stars.

The cold moon sheds a shallow silvery white, like tulle like light silk, leaning on the bushes, and there is a rustling sound from the bushes.

With a hissing sound, a terrible thing raised its head from the bushes, a flat triangular-shaped head, a long forked tongue, and a terrifying giant snake emerged from the bushes.

It held its head high and swayed gently, as if it heard a sound, and then quickly swam in the direction of the sound.

It swam quickly and got into a dark and secluded, ghostly house, it was on the floor, crawling quickly on the stairs, and finally got into a narrow room.

The room is small and dimly lit, but it is luxuriously furnished, with a luxurious carpet covering the entire floor.

In the roaring fireplace, the firewood crackled from time to time, and the room was filled with a dreamy faint incense.

A tall, slender figure was sitting on a luxurious carved armchair.

The figure stared straight at the flames burning in the fireplace, and said in a cold, sharp voice, "Nagini, you are here."

He said with emotion, "At this time, only you can appear in front of me as quickly as possible."

His voice became cold. "Those damn fools, maybe slumbering, forgetting their wounded master."

The giant snake slowly climbed onto the chair, placed its triangular head gently on the armrest of the chair, and slowly closed its eyes.

With slender fingers, the man caressed the giant snake casually, and said softly, "When I just healed my wounds and came out, I could only see you,

Nagini. "

"Lord... lord... man," said a timid voice trembling, it was a small ugly monster, a house elf.

The figure stood up and he turned around.

A face paler than a skeleton, with two large eyes flashing scarlet, with two slits under them, flat as a snake's nose, it was Voldemort who had appeared in the labyrinth.

Voldemort looked down at the house-elf with a look of disgust, and said coldly, "Go get the nearest newspaper."

"Yes... yes...," the house elf said in a panic.

Then he ran out of the door quickly, and he rolled and crawled out of the house, hitting the stairs with a thud, like rolling down the stairs.

Voldemort paced back and forth in the room, throbbing flames projected on him, drawing long shadows in the room, making the whole room instantly eerie.

"George Soros." he muttered softly.

"It's such a powerful and perfect talent that one can't help but feel jealous. If it wasn't for my age, I wouldn't dare to say that I could defeat him." He said with emotion.

No matter how proud and conceited he is, he has to admit that at his age, he will never be able to beat George Soros.

George's talent surprised him very much. Although he always believed that he was the greatest wizard with the broadest prospects and future, he had to admit that when he was young, he was far from reaching the height of George. .

He set his eyes on the giant snake and said gently, "Nagini, it's a pity you didn't see him, he is so perfect, so powerful. Stronger and more perfect than I used to be."

He said with emotion, "That battle was really a hearty battle."

He sighed, feeling sorry for the World War I at that time. If it wasn't for the cock's interruption, he would still want to keep fighting. Although in the battle with George, he seems to have fallen to the disadvantage, and has been suppressed by George's shape-shifting magic ape.

But whether it's him or George, they know that the most important thing in a battle is the result, not the process.

Not only that, the entire battle process was a completely special experience for him. He had never experienced such a close and heartfelt battle.

In the battle with George, his mastery of the basilisk's body is also more quickly familiar, the kind of earth-shattering battle, in which it is not only George who has made progress.

As a powerful wizard, a wizard who relies on himself to reach the top of the wizarding world, he also absorbs nutrients to strengthen himself in such battles.

"Maybe there will be no such battle next time." Voldemort said with emotion.

(To be continued.)