Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Voldemort wouldn't stop attacking unless he really blew his head off.

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

The more and more George hit, the more comfortable he became.

After all, Tom Riddle has no physical body, and when he beats it, it is not as good as Voldemort's fist to the flesh, and his body is like a cow's tendon.

After all, Voldemort is not a human body, and the basilisk's body, even when transformed into a human form, still has a terrifying protective power. George was punching and kicking, but he felt that Voldemort's elasticity 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 support it with a heavy blow.

White, red, 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 is coquettish and coquettish, with a hint of snow white, like Voldemort's brain.

"Voldemort is dead?"

Ron couldn't help screaming, his eyes widened, "Die, your head exploded."

"Master is dead?"

Bellatrix fell to her knees, tears streaming down her eyes. "Is the master kidding? He just got hit in the head like that?"

"Absolutely not," Malfoy said firmly. "The master must be preparing to attack." He was secretly delighted that the matter was over so easily.

"Yes, the master is preparing to attack." Bellatrix widened her eyes, carefully searching for Voldemort's traces.

On the battlefield, the sudden explosion of Voldemort made George also a little puzzled.

"Are you dead?"

George asked casually, and while he was talking, his movements did not stop at all.

The violent flames sprayed out from his whole body, and the turbulent flames, like hell descending, covered the earth in an instant.

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

The endless flames scorched the blood mist and devoured all that was left of Voldemort.

"Damn..."

A figure emerged from the shadows, burned by the flames, and another Voldemort appeared in front of George's eyes.

"It's not dead?"

George glanced slightly, and the blurred mass of flesh that had been smashed turned his attention back to Voldemort in front of him.

Voldemort's skull-like face was even whiter, his eyes were full of anger, and his body was also smaller.

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

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

He was panting heavily, his heart beating wildly. He already overestimated his opponent, but he didn't expect that his understanding of his opponent was still a drop in the bucket.

How can a wizard attack with a 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 each punch. This is where the wizard's battle is.

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

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

The monster in front of him is said to be a wizard, but it is actually more similar to a demon.

The terrain of the desert was originally very suitable for his magic. Whether it was the control of the earth by the basilisk or the control of the terrain by magic, these were his strengths.

He didn't believe that his years of accumulation and assiduous practice would actually lead to losing to a young man.

But as soon as the battle started, he was in a near-death situation and used life-saving magic to escape from George's continuous attacks.

George's fists seemed to be child's play, but there was enough magic attached to them.

George threw his punches so fast that every punch hit Voldemort's brain. The attack of dozens of punches every second, mixed with dozens of weak curse attacks, was enough to interrupt any resistance from Voldemort.

When you can't concentrate,

Wizards are vulnerable like ordinary people.

If it was an ordinary wizard, it only took half a second for George to blow their heads.

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

"You can keep this question underground for research."

For Voldemort's question, George was naturally not interested in answering, the situation was good, and he was planning to kill Voldemort in one go.

He hooked his fingers, "The second round has begun."

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

George looked at Voldemort contemptuously, "Tom, I know you very well. I know all about the novels you liked to read orphanage director Mary Sue when you were young. You don't know anything about me. There was no suspense in the battle from the very beginning."

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

George chuckled softly, "You don't need to know this, just enjoy your last few minutes."

Seeing George eager to try, Voldemort didn't dare to delay, and immediately changed back to the prototype.

A huge long snake appeared in front of George, the basilisk was green and full of venom, showing teeth covered in venom, "I must say, you are more terrifying than I imagined. But fighting is never a duel of force, except for force. , wizards are more wise."

Facing an unexpected battle, the unfathomable, like a demon George. Voldemort no longer had absolute confidence, and he couldn't help but start an offensive of words.

Voldemort said in a bewitching tone, "Do you really think that I have done nothing but fight?"

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

George is gearing up to attack again immediately.

"Come out, Titan."

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

In an instant, four behemoths fell from the desert, smashing the yellow flying in the sky. The four monsters were over thirty feet tall, comparable to the largest Tyrannosaurus rex.

They were all pitch black, like they were covered in rancid mud, their faces were blurred, their teeth were turned out, and they let out a low growl.

"See?"

Voldemort's tone was smug, "You think you have killed all the giants. In fact, I have already dealt with it. The strongest giant was hidden by me from the beginning."

"Vulnerable toy." George commented coldly.

Voldemort sneered, "For you, they are vulnerable, but what about those weak and poor creatures? A titan is enough to kill hundreds of adult wizards."

A cruel smile appeared on Voldemort's face, "I will let you, watch your friends be torn apart by the giant's hands, chew one bite at a time, and slowly swallow it."