Please Call Me Lord God

Why can a wizard cast a magic wand with only one hand?

"From a game point of view, this is unreasonable ... at least as a wizard, you should use another free hand."

Master Malfoy, a cyber-addicted boy, said: "Because his other hand can hold the sword against the enemy, if you look at the master model Gandalf, you can swing the sword in one hand and cast it in another. The best choice for wizards! "

"Ghost pull! We Masters do not need to learn the skills of barbarians, Masters are cows, Masters are crickets!"

Senior running group enthusiast Crabb coldly expressed his mockery of the illegal grandfather's profession.

"No way, you can't say two spells at the same time, and if you are too distracted when casting, you will be put down by a stun spell, unless you learn to think about two things at the same time."

The gentler Gore pushed the glasses and said a more reliable method.

"Harry, you can also try the Personality Dissociation Curse, the spell taught by Professor Karl Jung (the ghost that is summoned by psychics) in the psychology class, and put an extra personality in your brain, Although it may cause temporary confusion in your thinking, it will also give you the ability to think twice ... "

Thanks to the help of the ghost lecturer, he finally mastered the true association of the two clubs.

(Actually, I knew that the Personality Dissociation Curse was so difficult to learn. I haven't heard Draco's words, and installed myself with a few more self-disciplined robots. Although I can't cast with a magic wand, I can solve the problem with a gun ...)

Deep down and remorseless, he still tried his best to release the curse with Peter the little star.

At this time, Voldemort, who was held in his arms by the little dwarf, couldn't bear it anymore. It exposed most of its body from the black robe. Its back was bare, black-red, no hair, and there were scales on the surface.

And its face is flat, like a snake's head, arms and legs are thin and fragile, and it has twinkling red eyes.

"Waste! You waste!"

"Two adult wizards ... can't clean up a little ghost, it's you, little Barty, you are too stupid to be knocked to the ground by such a little ghost."

"Sorry, my master."

The compound decoction used for transfiguration lost its effect, the disguise of "Mad-Eye" Moody disappeared, and Barty Little changed back to the original.

He also raised his wand and joined the battle again.

Voldemort condensed the remaining magic and helped the two suppress Harry Potter, who exhibited a stream of two staffs.

In a fierce battle, Harry Potter was captured, Peter the little dwarf in a cape magically subdued him, and a statue of death on a huge tombstone was activated, holding his hands open and trapped.

Harry Potter struggled, but soon he realized it was useless. He lowered his head and saw the name on the tombstone-Tom Riddle-by the dim light of his wand falling on the ground.

"Finally wait until this day, let's start!"

At the urging of Voldemort, the little dwarfs Peter and Barty pushed a large pot towards the tombstone, and the pot seemed to be filled with water-Harry judged from the sound of splashing everywhere- And the steamer was the biggest pot Harry had ever seen, and it was big enough to fit into an adult man.

Voldemort grinned. After so many years, he finally got his wish, and Harry Potter fell into his hands.

"Father's bones, give infinitely ... give your son a chance to be born again!"

Click!

The graveyard at Harry's feet cracked.

Horrified, he saw a beautiful dust rising into the air under the control of the little dwarf's spell, and fell into the pot gently, the water surface in the big pot cracked.

Hissing.

Mars is splashing.

The water surface turned into a bright, poisonous dark blue.

Now the little dwarf started to whisper, and he pulled out a long, narrow, bright silver sword from his clothes.

"Servant's flesh, give it voluntarily, and give your master a chance to be born again!"

Little dwarf Peter cut off one of his hands and fell into the pot, followed by a disgusting splash.

"Blood of the enemy ... come by force ... you will ... resurrect your opponent ..."

After stabbing Harry, dripping blood, the last step of the resurrection was completed.

Wow! A man's black silhouette, tall and thin, slowly rose from the inside of the boiler.

The tall man stepped out of the boiler and stared at Harry ... Harry also stared at the ugly face that had plagued him with nightmares for three years-a paler face than his skull, **** red eyes , Snake-like nose, many nostrils in the nostril.

Voldemort was back.

"I am back again."

Voldemort sneered. He put on a black robe and was full of energy. He held his wand and felt the familiar magic flowing in his body.

It was a wonderful feeling, and the greatest wizard ever returned to this world.

I want to fulfill my ambitions! This world should be under my order and rule by me!

Suddenly, after Voldemort's resurrection, at this moment of ambition, an accident suddenly occurred.

For a moment, a blue light emerged from the sky, which filled the sky like an aurora. It was a vision brought by a directional teleportation combined by a large-scale phantom shape and a door key. The group of dragons was sent. come.

call out!

A magic firework ascended into the sky, and a movable official with a relatively serious expression appeared, with the face of a typical British bureaucratic bureaucrat.

The magic in the fireworks alert made this official open his mouth, and blandly spoke to the following four people: "Here is the East Sussex Police Department. We have received reports ... Someone in the area has seriously violated "East Sussex Implementation Plan", "Underage Illegal Use of Magic Regulations", and "Magic Use Safety Standards", according to the above-mentioned legal provisions ... the authorities have the right to investigate you! "

At the same time, thirty dragons in hard scale armor fell from the sky, hard iron claws fell on the ground, and their legs bent tightly upright.

Each dragon looks dreadful, wearing bullet-proof armor, wearing a protective helmet on its head, and either emitting high-temperature steam or spitting flames near its mouth, it looks fierce and terrifying.

This is an artificially-bred military dragon ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A new species born from the gene mix of Welsh green dragon and Hungarian tree bee—unlike ordinary fire dragons, this newly developed dragon species is called " "Intelligent dragons" have a very high level of intelligence. At the time of birth, the intelligence of human children was born. As their age increased, their intelligence rose to a high level, and it has reached an astonishing level.

Under the strong demand of animal protection and human rights groups, British law stipulates that after completing twenty-five years of military service, the military Zhilong can obtain specific citizenship and enjoy national treatment. They can also be transferred from the army to civilian services.

The Zhilong police with live ammunition is a regular police force of the British police department. Each Zhilong has a professional certificate issued by the government. They are dispatched by the British artificial Zhilong breeding and service agency to work in military and political departments around the country. Elite civil servants of the country.

"Human wizard, put down the wand in your hands."

The civil servant headed by the fire dragon gave a fire-sneezing sneeze, it swept around the tragic surroundings, and looked at the injured Harry Potter.

"... We are the Royal Police Dragon, and you have the right to remain silent, but every sentence you say will be a testimony!"