Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 668 New Fear

Seeing that the power that he had bestowed on his subordinates had achieved such a remarkable effect, Voldemort was also very happy in his heart.

During the battle at Hogwarts, when he tried to recruit George, he mentioned that he could give George the power. This is not all empty promises. The powerful magic brought by the basilisk's body has restored many ancient magics and fantasy magics in his hands.

Giving people power is also a power that ancient wizards longed for. The same was true for Voldemort, whose Death Eaters were useless from the start.

Even in those years when he was rampant, he couldn't be a hands-off shopkeeper like Dumbledore, but a lot of things had to be done by himself.

After his strength has increased dramatically, these Death Eaters have been reduced to useless waste.

In addition to inquiring about news, scaring the inhabitants of the wizarding world, or abusing Muggles. It was hard for him to figure out where these Death Eaters could come in handy, and it couldn't help but tire him.

Fortunately, wizards always have a way to use magic to solve the problems they face.

Since they are not strong enough, use magic to increase their strength, anyway, he has enough men. Even if the transformation will cause some damage and loss, how can the loss of these subordinates be placed in the eyes of Voldemort, he does not need useless waste.

"I have some doubts whether they can withstand these forces." Mike gave Wormtail a dismissive look, "He's so cowardly that he doesn't look like a wizard."

"Perhaps the long-term Animagos was deformed and burned his head."

Voldemort said lightly, "Don't worry about that, though. Giving them powers is another, more moderate way to ensure that they have those powers at their disposal. While this would drastically reduce the powers they gain, it would be better to deal with ordinary arrogant powers. Luo, that's more than enough."

"Master, can the shape changes brought about by this power be adjusted?" Lucius asked cautiously, "Such a face will bring some trouble to our lurking and work."

Mike's scaly appearance is really scary. He can't imagine how he will be embarrassed in the future if he becomes like this.

"It's a hassle." Voldemort asked, glancing at Mike's scales, "Can these scales be controlled to fade away?"

"It should be possible. Right now, I can't fully control my power, so the power is more obvious."

Mike pondered and said, "In magic, there are many ways to change the shape. It's not a problem to change back to the original shape. At most, it will only show such a shape when it is fully exerted."

"That's enough." Voldemort said with satisfaction, "How many more days do you need to be able to fully master these powers?"

"About a week." Mike bowed to Voldemort. "In a week, I'll be able to serve you again."

"Very good!" Voldemort said with a cruel smile on his face, "We've been quiet long enough, it's time for them to recall the fear we brought."

.....

A few days later, there is only one month left until the start of school.

At night, George was refining bottle after bottle of volcanic potion in the underground laboratory at home.

The flame flower was ground into pieces, and the flame fruit kept tumbling in the crucible, melting slowly. The vortex guided by magic power continuously rotates in the crucible, replacing the spoon to mix all the materials thoroughly.

When the potion turned red, a piece of red crystal was crushed into powder by magic power, and added to the potion together with the same amount of volcanic ash.

The fiery red potion was like a burning flame, spewing out from the tumbling potion, and a white and slender hand, like a solid wall, blocked the way of those flames.

Under the control of George, those flames converged into a ball and slowly dripped into the special glass bottle.

The flames condensed into clouds, the clouds condensed into water droplets, and the water droplets fell into the glass bottle and slowly turned golden.

Bottles of volcanic potions were formed under George's hands.

When he refined a bottle of volcanic potion again, a bright red light flashed across the basement.

"Finally done."

Putting down the volcanic potion that had been refined, George looked towards the position where the red light was emitted, and a bright red light was hitting him like lightning.

In an instant, the light had reached his eyes, and a bright red had been printed in George's pupils.

In just a moment, his palm came first, and caught the light without a break, as if something invisible was about to escape from his hand.

George opened his palms, and in the invisible cage woven by magic power, a group of bright red flames, like a flame elf, was jumping up and down in the magic cage woven by him.

The flame rushed left and right, trying to escape from the invisible cage, but it was ignorantly turning around in the cage and could never find a way to get out. The flame spirit was like a bouncing ball, bouncing back and forth in the cage, dizzy.

"It's really lively."

He smiled lightly, the effect of ghost activation is really amazing for some strange things. In just half a month, that piece of lava heart seemed to have been endowed with wisdom, and it already knew how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

He picked up a bottle of volcanic potion on the table and threw the flame elf into it.

The manic flame elf, mixed with the magic cage, slid into the golden liquid.

Under the internal and external attack, the elf of the flame broke the magic cage and immersed in the golden liquid, as if it had suddenly returned to the mother body, it suddenly became quiet.

I saw that the golden potion was slowly disappearing in the glass bottle, as if it was swallowed by an invisible space.

The group of bright red flame spirits did not change in the slightest, just like a hollow leading to another world, slowly absorbing the golden potion.

According to the speed at which the flame elf absorbed the potion, George made an estimate while looking at the row of volcanic potions on the table.

"enough."

After pouring all the volcanic potions into a special bottle and adding a special magic seal, George quietly left the laboratory.

....

The next morning, after breakfast, in the early morning sun, I said goodbye to my family and friends.

George and Anna were teleported to a house in Nepal through the fireplace at home.

Without stopping for a while, under the phantom migration, they had reached the halfway up the mountain of Kailash.