Harry Potter: Super Magic God

The giants destroyed the enemy, but these vents were completely unable to defuse the wrath of the blind beast.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

They roared up, they were angry, they were manic.

They grinned and let out the howl of a beast, and they rolled their eyes, two giant holes dripping with blood.

Their anger and hatred grew even wilder when they were unaware of the attackers.

Then, they finally found an opponent they could use to vent their anger.

In the chaos, the giants have already crowded together.

They found that the big men around were far better to deal with than the frivolous enemies.

That's the real attack, that's the real revenge. The giants started biting at each other, they started beating each other.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

They are like mad beasts who must fight the most brutal battles before they can vent their anger.

A blind giant of twenty-five feet had just broken the head of a giant of twenty-five feet. He couldn't see under his feet a giant twenty-three feet long fell to the ground.

When he stepped on top of the twenty-three-foot giant, he immediately lost his balance.

The wounded giant, like a snake, wrapped itself around the twenty-five-foot giant. With his sharp teeth, he ripped open the throat of the twenty-five-foot giant.

Before he could stop from the blood-drinking game, a fallen giant pressed down on him again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Another tall giant was holding a giant and beating it repeatedly, like a rag doll.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The giants sniffed their noses and turned their ears, looking for anything alive. They fought each other and bit each other.

"What a crazy monster."

Seeing the madness of these giants, George couldn't help but feel frightened. It really takes a lot of courage to hire such monsters.

Dumbledore even thought about becoming an ally with such a monster. People who are too old can't really communicate.

After a while, the giants finally died in the cannibalism.

The remaining one or two gasping giants were also given a life-threatening curse by George.

These giants killed each other completely, which saved him a lot of strength.

"Next."

George touched his chin with his hand, and he looked at the huge bodies of those giants slumped to the ground.

With dripping blood and broken limbs everywhere, this place is like a slaughterhouse, and it is a slaughterhouse that has not been cleaned.

If someone accidentally walked in here, maybe they would suddenly freak out.

But you can't just leave it alone.

George waved his wand and drew a circle, and a khaki halo fell from the tip of the wand and spread out on the ground.

A large circular pit appeared in the valley, George waved his wand again, and a black flame ignited in the pit.

Black flames covered the entire huge circular pit, those jumping flames were like monster teeth, and the whole huge mouth was like a monster's huge mouth.

One after another, the corpses of giants were thrown into the huge pit that was burning with raging flames.

The remains of those giants, once they entered the black flame, quickly melted, leaving only a pile of black powder.

After making sure that all the giants were dead, George clapped his hands and extinguished the flames in the pit.

He continued to attract rainwater, washed the blood on the ground, washed the remaining traces into the big hole, and finally filled the big hole.

Now you can go back with confidence.

Even if Voldemort had the ability to transform corpses, he could not transform a pile of black ashes into a powerful soldier.

"Phantom Shift!"

Complete tranquility was restored in the valley.

Only a few vague potholes and broken trees remained, proving that something terrible had happened here.

After more than ten minutes, a mound appeared on the ground, a wizard in a black robe,

Climbed out from the ground.

"Mike, that excellency has left."

The wizard shouted in the direction of the valley.

"McNeill, I really wish you had a little more patience."

On the stone wall of the valley, a tall wizard with slender limbs suddenly appeared, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Prudence is not necessary every time, but once it is used, it is enough to pay off all the prudence."

McNeil said vaguely, "Yes, Lord Mike, but what we need to consider now is if we should explain to the Dark Lord."

His tone was trembling, "The Dark Lord is preparing to transform these giants, but we haven't been able to take good care of these giants. It's hard to explain."

Mike waved his hand, "This is an unexpected situation, and that Your Excellency is not something we can handle."

He said calmly, "We are also very sad that we failed to complete the task of the Dark Lord. But we have no other way to face the Lord. We had to hide the giant in the wild, just to prevent the Lord from tracking. come over."

McNeil nodded quickly, "Yes, thanks to your ingenious plan, Mr. Mike, we won't get nothing this time."

"All right!"

Mike said sternly and loudly, "Don't say things that shouldn't be said."

He pondered for a moment, "Now, we will leave this to the Dark Lord to deal with. After all, it is not up to us to decide what involves your Excellency."

McNeil nodded again and again, "Everything should be handed over to the Dark Lord."

He looked at Mike and said in a questioning tone, "So, I'll contact the master now?"

After getting Mike's nod, McNeil rolled up his sleeves.

On his pale arm, he could vaguely see some fine textures, he took a deep breath, the pale arm gradually became bloody, and a bright red tattoo appeared on his arm.

A black demon imprint of a snake spit out of a skeleton's mouth, as if it emerged from the blood, a vivid skeleton head, swallowing a long snake.

Slowly, the mark changed from blood to black.

After a while, there was the sound of the cloaked pawns in the air.

A tall and thin man appeared in the valley.

He had a face paler than a skeleton, scarlet eyes, a nose as flat as a snake, and it was Voldemort who came.

"Owner...."

McNeil was about to tell his master what happened.

Voldemort raised his hand and made a quiet gesture.

He took a deep breath, "There is still a magic breath in the air."

Voldemort stretched out his large, spidery hand and drew a wand from the pocket of his robe. He waved his wand as if writing characters.

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