How violent is the collapse of a 417-meter-tall high-rise building?
Anton took Voldemort and crashed into one of the Twin Towers. The blown-up building hit the other building. The two buildings collapsed suddenly, sending up high smoke.
The people in the asylum tower in Central Park in the distance were stunned. The Muggles were shocked by the damage easily caused by wizards, while the wizards were shocked by the strength of the little wizard Anthony Weasley.
Many of them had heard about the battle at the Ministry of Magic in London, England, and probably knew that Anton was a character who could compete with Voldemort. But now that they had actually seen it with their own eyes, the shock was still so shocking that people were stunned.
The dissemination of information through hearsay and boasting in front of oneself are two different concepts.
And the wizards who were present during the war at the Ministry of Magic in London could even feel the shocking vision - it seemed that Anthony Weasley was becoming more powerful than he was then? It had only been half a year, right?
What grade is Anton in now?!!!
The asylum tower was filled with voices of discussion, from Muggles, wizards, and sub-wizards.
"Did Anton kill Voldemort?" Harry nervously clenched his wand, wishing he could rush out on his broomstick to help.
"No... I don't know." Ron swallowed and looked at all this with a blank expression. Is this cousin who shares homework with him every day actually so powerful?
He would not be as reckless as Harry, thinking that as long as he had the determination to win, he would definitely win.
When my parents and colleagues from the Order of the Phoenix talked about the Death Eaters in the past, their eyes became extremely solemn, not to mention the mysterious man who no one even dared to call his name.
"It's useless to kill..." Neville stood aside and sighed. Anton had told some information about Horcruxes in detail in the cabin. He knew that if Voldemort's Horcruxes were not found and destroyed, there would be no way to completely destroy them.
Defeat Voldemort.
He looked back, seeing chaotic sounds everywhere, and finally saw his parents in the crowd.
They were discussing something with Professor McGonagall, Mad-Eye, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Neville pursed his lips and looked at his friends in the hut.
George was excitedly telling Fred, Anna, and Draco, "It's so cool to be able to fly. Maybe we can make a magic prop that can fly."
Ever since Draco showed good alchemy skills and a lot of magic that he had never heard of before, he quickly gained recognition from other people in the cabin. Sometimes with some interesting ideas, this young Malfoy can always find magical ideas to achieve functions.
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"Create a pair of magic wings?" Anna murmured thoughtfully, thinking about the feasibility of realizing this alchemical prop.
Draco shook his head, "There have been many such attempts in the history of wizards. After all, flying freely in the sky is the desire of many people, but they all ended in failure, especially with things like wings."
He thought for a while, "The flying broomstick is definitely the most practical. Thousands of years of research have accumulated a lot of mature skills, and it has also brought together many professional wizard groups who specialize in research and development."
"The roads explored by predecessors..." Anna blinked, "flying broomsticks... and riding magical animals..."
"But I still think flying is very cool, much more handsome than riding a broomstick." George waved his fist excitedly.
"Hey, brother, I have an idea. Maybe we can breed a magical animal with only wings!" Fred's eyes suddenly lit up.
George reacted instantly and gestured with the wings with both hands, "What a great idea. It has a pair of big wings and a flat body. Its feet or hands can just grab our shoulders!"
Hannah, who had been silent all this time, leaned back and looked at the crazy brothers with a frown on her face, "Merlin's pink fur, I simply can't imagine what kind of evil magical animal hybrid experiments you are going to do again!"
Neville thought so too, but at this time he was not very interested in these things. After thinking about it, he squeezed into the crowd, wanting to go to his parents.
Along the way, many people were discussing the collapsed building.
"Wizards are just terrible!" This is the Muggle president.
"Haha, my bet was right!" This is their Minister of Magic Fudge.
At this moment, everyone burst out in exclamation, and Neville quickly looked out the window.
I saw a bright purple light shooting out from the ruins and stabbing towards the sky.
Before anyone could say anything, there was another bright purple light, one after another, as if there were dozens of searchlights somewhere in the ruins.
These cursed light beams suddenly began to rotate rapidly, and Neville faintly heard wizards nearby discussing the nature of this curse, which seemed to have the effect of a banishing curse.
Bang!
A huge roar sounded, and the ruins of the collapsed building exploded again. A large number of buildings weighing several tons or more than ten tons were sprayed out in all directions at extremely fast speeds.
Like a blooming flower.
Neville could see that a column of black smoke was bombarded by this curse and thrown into the distance, hitting a building, and then spraying out from the other side of the building along with a large number of building fragments.
"Anton!"
Among the ruins, Voldemort's roar could be heard.
Neville quickly squeezed back to the window and looked directly at the smoke that was knocked out, looking anxiously.
But they saw that the smoke had dissipated, and they could only see a group of black lines on the glass wall of a building. If you looked carefully, you could see dark red lightning surging in the lines.
This weird thing shrank and expanded rapidly, jumping quickly on the high-rise walls of the building.
"I have seen such a scene before..."
Grindelwald stood on the huge phoenix conjured by Dumbledore using Transfiguration, frowning and looking at Anton, "Credence...the Obscurus?"
Beside him, Dumbledore was watching the battle between Anton and Voldemort with a smile. When he heard the name, his expression suddenly froze and he fell silent.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His sister, Ariana, and his nephew, Aberforth's son, Credence, are all Obscurials.
Of course he knew very well what it would be like for the Obscurus to use the dark magic power of the Obscurus.
"No." Dumbledore pursed his lips and shook his head.
He sighed, looked at Anton again, hesitated for a while, and asked with some uncertainty, "Gellert, have you noticed that the black mist that Anton transformed into is changing color?"
Grindelwald nodded, "It seems to have changed from pure black to gray-black."
That makes it even more certain that he is not an obscurant.
But, what kind of power is this?
Dumbledore, who has been immersed in magic research for more than a hundred years and has experienced a lot, was confused for a moment, "What kind of magic is this?"
No one could answer him, this was obviously a new thing.
…
It is said that combat is the best way to test magic research. After actually experiencing an actual battle, Anton realized that he was still not strong enough.
He has indeed reached the level of a top wizard, but generally speaking, he is a wizard who prefers the research side and the life side, not the combat side.
Similar to that of Nicoléme.
The biggest difference here is that in the field of Horcruxes, he can quickly surpass Voldemort and move on to a more profound path.
When it comes to combat, the gap between some combat magics really shows.
Magical combat is not a simple matter of plasma versus waves, or like a gun, you shoot at me and I shoot at you, and you lose if you get hit. It's not that simple.
In the actual use of combat magic, Lao Fu still has too many things that Anton can learn.
You may even never learn it in your lifetime.
At least Anton knew very clearly that if he hadn't thoroughly studied the 'collection of life existence' and 'soul black thread construction of life', he would actually be dead now.
Yes, every time he transforms into a state like Obscurus, it is actually just a process of rapid resurrection after death.
"Arrow curse, right?"
A column of black smoke rose into the sky, and Lao Fu's figure hovered in mid-air, with the strong wind fluttering the hem of his large wizard robe, and his cold eyes.
He raised his wand gracefully upwards, and the collapsed ruins of the Twin Towers behind him suddenly began to boil. The building fragments with a diameter of more than five meters rolled and condensed into a long snake, winding upward toward the sky.
One after another.
Then, they floated straight in mid-air and turned into huge long arrows, hiding the sky and the sun.
Anton flashed in the distance and slowly emerged from the black line. Standing on the air-conditioning rack on the outer wall of a building, he looked at these huge snake arrows with a solemn expression.
Anton saw too many traces of his own magic in this magic.
What does this mean?
Old Volt has actually been secretly studying herself and even learned some of her own spell-casting techniques!
Good guy, Voldemort, who is almost 70 years old, still maintains a strong spirit of exploring magic.
Worthy of encouragement.
So awesome~
However, even though Voldemort is so powerful, he is still making progress, and the same is true for Anton.
Especially regarding the levitating spell, when Anton was fighting Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic in London, Lao Fu cast the levitating spell to make streets tear apart and float. He had already studied it thoroughly.
All of this can be traced back to the 'grey magic' he studied.
Anton’s research during this period found that the method of casting ‘grey magic’ is highly consistent with the two fields of floating spells and weather spells.
Thin yet profound, that magical rhythm is so magical.
Of course, it's not just these two fields. For example, the variant of the floating curse studied by Anton, the "Sunshine Barbecue Curse", has two extended spells - "Gently Knock Awakening the Sleeping Mind" and "Here Comes the Little Flying Stick"
, the same method of casting "gray magic" can produce very good results.
(See Chapter 665 for details)
Voldemort would not give Anton more time to think.
The five-meter-thick arrow in the air, stacked and tumbling with building debris that was indistinguishably long, shot toward Anton.
Anton then turned into a line of black smoke and evaded in the distance.
boom!
Long arrows of tens or hundreds of tons hit the building where Anton was originally located with huge force, directly destroying the building. Then along an inexplicable trajectory, some fragments of the building were thrown away.
The fragments of the building that were hit merged into it and condensed into a huge long snake, flying towards Anton.
Not only this one, but a dozen long snakes floating behind Voldemort began to surround Anton.
Voldemort stood on one of the long snakes, waving his wand to release various control magics, disturbing Anton's avoidance.
It seems that this kind of intensity of fighting is no longer something Anton can contend with.
Several times, he was unable to avoid being smashed to pieces by a huge long cement snake, and then turned into a ball of black thread and regained his human form.
"You have killed me countless times..." Anton looked back at Voldemort and chuckled, "You only have one chance."
The wand in his hand was raised sharply, and he muttered a spell.
"The little flying stick is here~"
In Voldemort, people like Dumbledore and Grindelwald could only faintly feel the dark magic mass that was currently covering the Empire State Building, rolling and surging.
Following Anton's spell, the entire Empire State Building's roots suddenly broke and turned into a huge stick, hitting Voldemort as he passed by.
Such a heavy building flies at extremely fast speeds, and even has the effect of faintly twisting the space.
That feeling is almost like a ‘flying spell’!
Voldemort's expression changed, and he turned into a black smoke in an instant. However, he had no time to dodge and was hit by the 'little flying stick'.
The Empire State Building smashed him, including the building fragments beneath him, to the ground.
boom!
The huge roar resounded throughout the city, and even people as far away as the "Shelter Tower" in Central Park could feel the aftermath.
Many people were so frightened that their faces turned pale. This level of fighting left no one with the courage to contend.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is Voldemort dead?" Harry shouted excitedly again.
"I don't know..." Ron stared with a complicated expression.
"Ho~~~"
A shrill beast roar sounded, and a huge and slender snake tail swung and threw a large number of building fragments away.
A huge rune snake swam out from the ruins of the building. Its two big heads roared at Anton in the air. The third head seemed to have exploded, leaving a large hole like a pool of blood and flesh.
"Quack quack..."
The black smoke transformed by Anton was dodging the attack of the building debris snake while letting out a strange laugh.
"My dear professor, I saw it, I saw it! You, the rune-snake Animagus, just learned how I used the antlers of the white bear!"
"Of course, the way you use Horcruxes is different from mine!"
"But that's still the method I researched!"
"You are secretly learning my magic!"
"Quack quack..."
At this time, Voldemort's condition was not good at all.
He cleverly used the unique physical characteristics of the rune snake to accommodate three wisdoms, and put the souls of himself and Tom Riddle that were cut off and put in the diary. However, because there was still one wisdom missing, he could not reach it.
stable state.
It is an extremely complicated feeling. The soul is the same soul, but the way of thinking is different. There are two different but similar thoughts in the head at any time.
Not only that, there is also a rune spirit that is making a lot of noise in his mind.
No one knows how bad Lao Fu's current condition is.
He thought of using resurrection to completely merge the two parts of Voldemort and Tom Riddle, but he suffered from the conflict caused by the soul of the third rune snake.
He desperately needs the piece of soul that exists in Harry Potter's body!
Only by getting that part can you create a complete self.
For this reason, he destroyed all the Horcruxes, leaving only Slytherin's locket stored on the island.
Only through complete integration can he be complete. If he makes a Horcrux like this, everything will become perfect!
How much I messed with my soul in the early days, now how difficult it is to rebuild the integrity of my soul.
Unfortunately, Voldemort couldn't let anyone know how much he cared about Harry Potter at this time, otherwise Dumbledore, an old silver coin, would definitely dig a hole for himself to fall into.
You have to find a solid opportunity!
The Rune Snake's huge vertical pupils looked coldly at Anton in the sky, roaring angrily, but in its heart it was extremely calmly thinking about the 'Top 100 Tournament' that Anton planned to operate.
He was thinking, should he take the opportunity to kill Anton at this time, and use his reputation as a stepping stone for Anton, could he completely promote the perfect development of the 'Top 100 Tournament'?
By the time……
Harry Potter…
There was no emotion in Voldemort's cold vertical pupils, only calculation.