Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 668: New Fear

Seeing the power he bestowed on his men and achieving such a remarkable effect, Voldemort was also very happy.

During the battle at Hogwarts, when he tried to recruit George, he mentioned that he could give George strength. This is not all a bad check. The powerful magic power brought by the body of the basilisk has restored many ancient magic and magic in fantasy in his hands.

Give people power, which is also a kind of power that ancient wizards crave. The same was true for Voldemort, the Death Eaters under him were unbearable from the beginning.

Even in those days when he was rampant, he couldn't be a handyman like Dumbledore, but many things had to be done by himself.

After his strength has increased dramatically, these Death Eaters have become useless waste.

In addition to inquiring about the news, to scare the residents of the magic world, or to abuse the Muggles. It was already difficult for him to find out where these Death Eaters could come in handy, which couldn't help but bore him.

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

Since they are not strong enough, then use magic to enhance their power, anyway, he has enough men. Even if the transformation would cause some damage and loss, how could the loss of these subordinates be put in the eyes of Voldemort? He didn't need useless waste.

"I have some doubts whether they can withstand these forces." Mike glanced at Wormtail dismissively. "He is so timid that he doesn't look like a wizard."

"Perhaps the long Animagus deformed and burned his head."

Voldemort said lightly, "However, don't care about this. The power given to them is another more modest way to ensure that they can master those powers. Although this will greatly reduce the power they gain, it will deal with ordinary pride. Luo, that's more than enough."

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

The appearance of Mike's scales was really scary. He couldn't imagine how he would have a face to see people in the future if he had become like this.

"It's a trouble." Voldemort glanced at Mike's scales and asked, "Can these scales control the regression?"

"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 is not a problem to change back to the original shape. At most, you will only show this shape when you fully use it."

"That's enough." Voldemort said with satisfaction. "You still need a few days before you can completely master these powers?"

"About a week." Mike bowed to Voldemort. "A week later, I can serve you again."

"Very good!" Voldemort said with a cruel smile on his face, and said with satisfaction, "We have been quiet long enough. It is time for them to re-remember the fear we brought."

.....

A few more days passed, and only one month left before school started.

At night, George was refining bottle after bottle of volcanic medicine in his underground laboratory.

The flame flower was ground into scraps, and the flame fruit continued to tumble in the cauldron, slowly melting. The vortex guided by magic is constantly rotating in the cauldron, replacing the spoon to fully mix all the materials.

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

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

Under George's control, those flames gathered together and slowly dripped into the special glass bottle.

The flames condensed into clouds, and the clouds condensed into water droplets, which dripped 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 in the basement.

"Finally done."

Putting down the refined volcanic potion, George looked towards the place where the red light was emitted. A bright red light was hitting him like lightning.

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

In an instant, the back of his palm came first, and he caught the light without letting it go, as if there was something intangible about to escape from his hand.

George spread out his palms, and in the magical cage woven, a bright red flame ~www.NovelMTL.com~ was like a flaming elf, jumping up and down in his magical cage.

The flame rushed in from left to right, trying to escape from the invisible cage, but it turned around in the cage ignorantly, and could not find a way out. The flame elf bounced around in the cage like a bouncing ball, dizzy.

"Really lively."

He smiled softly, and the flexible effect is really amazing for some strange things. In only half a month, that piece of lava heart seemed to have been endowed with sage, already knowing 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 and restless flame spirit, mixed with magical cages, slid into the golden liquid together.

Under the attack of the inside and outside, the flame elf broke through the magical cage and was immersed in the golden liquid, as if suddenly returning to its mother body, it suddenly became quiet.

I saw the golden medicine in the glass bottle slowly disappearing, as if swallowed by invisible space.

The bright red flame elves did not see the slightest change, just like a hollow leading to another world, slowly absorbing the golden potion.

According to the speed at which the flame elf absorbs 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, I had breakfast and bid farewell to my family and friends in the early morning sun.

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

Without stopping for a while, as the phantom moved, they were already on the halfway of the Mount Kailash.