Hogwarts Everything is Three

Then Alan rushed towards the Dark Lord, and like an ancient Muggle holding a stick, his two hands physically attacked the wand with terrible power and waved it at the Dark Lord. The white-haired wizard was no longer looking at it. The injured face was full of anger.

Voldemort was too late to speak, so he could only raise the silver shield that he had used to resist the curse. He tried to use it as a Muggle to withstand the physical attack of the boy’s staff—the power of the shadow made the staff project himself The shadow of Alan can cause this kind of basic physical damage by swinging his staff thirty feet away.

A loud crash echoed in the empty Muggle Park, and the two successive blows came from Allen's heavy blows-the Dark Lord's weakness caused by the previous spell and this attack staggered, and fragments on the silver shield fell. It cracked and scattered, and the edges of this small shield continued to be smashed into small pieces.

These scattered fragments also splashed through the pure black robe of the Dark Lord, leaving some wounds on his body, but they weren't fatal but only bruises. The Dark Lord wanted to cast spells and curse. But Allen's successive attacks did not give him this opportunity.

After Ellen had rushed to Voldemort's side, the third time that the top of his wand was in direct contact with the silver shield, the tip of the dark fiend skull wand that began to burn with black flames made the devil scream. Under the severe pain of the Dark Lord’s left hand, this silver shield was meticulously made by himself, and it was restored to some metal powder in an instant. In this duel, without resisting a spell, the shield was directly Contact with Allen's wand was restored by the Mordenkain's destructive technique contained in it to the basic material form before the successful magic item was made.

"I want to pay you back!" Allen yelled in victory. He raised his wand and jumped up. Although there was no way, he also swung the wand again with amazing speed and agility. The Dark Lord hadn't had time. Responding to the loss of a silver shield, he only had time to exclaim. After that, he didn't pay attention to the impression as before and rolled to the side, barely avoiding the opponent's hands.

And at the place where he fell a moment ago, a crack was smashed into the cement floor. The high temperature brought by the black flame scorched everything nearby. The cement gravel and the silver shield fragments that had been broken in the first two attacks splashed down. One place.

　　 "Stop! We are not Muggles, we should use magic for the duel!" The Dark Lord roared and hurriedly got up. The dust on the ground made his all-black robe look very sloppy.

"Then you have to wait for me to pay you back!" Alan grinned, in fact, after venting continuously, he didn't get angry anymore. Under the effect of energy absorption, Voldemort was weakened at this time. The weak evasive action now seems to have some signs of aging that are in line with his early 70s, and with Allen, who is less than 17, the scene at this time was like a bad boy trying to beat and bully someone with a stick. Old man...

　　 But the intense humiliation that it brought surrounded Tom Riddle, reminding him of the bullying he suffered before he realized his ability in the orphanage.

But Voldemort Gu’s anger and desire to retaliate was interrupted, because Allen raised his huge staff again and smashed it down at Voldemort, and this time he seemed to have found a combo technique, avoiding other sideways. At that time, it swept across the situation fiercely.

　　This forced Voldemort to jump up and avoid it in a way that was not suitable for his age, but Voldemort, who had recovered the rhythm to some extent, was still in the air, so he squeezed his wand and threw it out.

"Avada gnaws big melon!!!" Before jumping to the highest point, a green light approached Allen. Voldemort felt that he had used the fastest life-killing spell he had put in his life. It was impossible for Ren to have time to use Polymorphism to pull up a high enough earth wall as an obstacle defense.

But in Voldemort’s delightful gaze, Allen in front of him did not panic, and stopped the action of smashing people with his wand. He just waved to the ground as if he didn’t care about the way he was cast by the Dark Lord himself. Good at deadly spells.

Amid the involuntary gasp of consternation from the wizards outside the field, just as the green light was about to hit Allen, Allen's head disappeared and suddenly separated from the middle, splitting in two from the neck, a life-threatening curse. Passed directly from the middle through the split gap without hindrance.

　　 What's even more creepy and weird is that the eyes on both sides of Allen's head, which was exuding black mist, looked at Voldemort at the same time, with some mocking smiles.

"Pillock!!!" The piercing pain that came from the soles of the feet when he first landed made Voldemort not care about the anxiety and fear that Alan used to avoid attacks in this strange way, and also care about the live broadcast at the moment, unable to maintain his image. He cursed the British native country, and his pale snake face was instantly distorted because of the pain fully unfolding, and his hands wrinkled into a ball of hands caressing his feet without daring to touch them.

The bald middle-aged wizard who was holding his breath in the distance and dared not to get out of the air gave a close-up of the expression on Voldemort's face through the live monitor. He was shocked to see the mysterious man's hideous look at close range. He took a breath, and felt that the soles of his feet were also aching. Dumbledore didn't realize that he subconsciously covered Harry's eyes with some immature and green eyes with his old hands.

Voldemort, who had just jumped up, didn’t notice at all. Almost the moment he cast it, Allen quickly cast and completed a transformation technique on the ground under his feet. Those previous cement and silver shield fragments became The iron Lego toys suddenly appeared at Voldemort's feet. The round bumps originally possessed by those Lego toys have now become sharp cones with metallic luster.

Voldemort, who has always been accustomed to not wearing shoes, just barefoot and jumped up to avoid Alan's sweep. After casting the spell, his attention was completely focused on Alan. Now he fell heavily, and his two feet stepped firmly. On a few sharp raised iron Lego, these small pieces of Muggle toys hit the soles of his feet.

Until now, Voldemort looked down at these sharp little things and found out what they were. He couldn’t believe that the things that gave him such a sore spot were not something more magical but just things like building blocks—and not I was even more embarrassed in the live broadcast, so that all the wizards saw his embarrassed appearance. After the first blast, Voldemort tried his best to restrain his desire to scream. His pale, hairless face turned red and replied. Some bloody, but the continuous uncontrollable pain made him look up, and the two stitched nostrils seemed to tremble one after another.

"According to what Muggles say, the pain can be divided into three levels-pain, unbearable pain, and the pain of stepping on Lego..." Allen did not continue pursuing, but lifted the robe on his body, revealing the aura on his feet. He lifted his foot, and shook the bottom of the non-slip leather boots as if to show the dark lord. "Tom...you know I’m not too interested in the lineage set, but whatever it is My pure-blood family has a decent education for me on how to maintain a pure-blood wizard, or the Muggle school teaches children not to walk barefoot outside to avoid accidents... They are all such famous Dark Lords. .. You should also dress more carefully~www.NovelMTL.com~ so that you will be less hurt..."

Voldemort in the painful spot didn't have the time to take care of Allen's taunts. He hid his anger and other emotions in his heart. With rich experience in combat, he knelt on the ground with his knees instead of supporting the soles of his feet. After Phantom shifted and pulled some distance away, he used Allen to not chase. When he was squatting on the ground, he quickly swung his magic wand. With his movements, a rumbling sound was heard from the ground, and the ground was constantly trembling, and the door of another world made of white bones began to appear out of thin air.

And just when Voldemort cast the summoning spell and made himself teleport to try to pull the distance away, Allen's hand without a wand also waved, and the wizards who watched the duel from a distance were shocked when Voldemort appeared. Exhaled, the bald wizard who had been monitoring the screen display quickly removed his hand from the instrument, so as not to cause the camera to shake.

But Voldemort, who had just reappeared, didn't feel anything abnormal. He seized the time to stiffly lift his legs, and pointed his wand at his soles that were stained with dust and grass. The tip of the stick trembled slightly, and the Lego quickly bounced off his soles. , Leaving a few **** and hollow marks, blood came out of those hollows, and the pain of the sole seemed to be written in the memory of the skin-the dark lord did not intend to end the duel like this, He knew that this kind of injury that didn't possess magical power could heal himself immediately with magic just by giving him a little time.

Reflecting the collection of all ugliness, evil, and chaos, it is attributed to the extreme cruelty that spread from the other side of the formed alien gate, and began to spread gradually in this park. A huge monster flew out of the full and stood there. Between Alan and Voldemort.