Chapter 821 The Little Flying Stick Is Here~

What kind of momentum is it for a 417-meter-high high-rise building to collapse?

Anton brought Voldemort into one of the twin buildings, and the broken building smashed into the other. The two buildings collapsed and smoke rose high.

The people in the tower of shelter in Central Park in the distance were stunned. The Muggles were shocked by the damage easily caused by the wizard, and the wizard was shocked by the strength of this little wizard, Anthony Weasley.

Many of them have heard of the great battle at the Ministry of Magic in London, England, and they probably know that Anton is already a character who can contend against Voldemort, but seeing it with their own eyes now, the shock still makes people dumbfounded.

The bragging style of information dissemination based on hearsay and happening in front of oneself are two different concepts.

And the wizards who were present at the London Ministry of Magic battle could feel the shocking vision even more—it seemed that Anthony Weasley was getting stronger than before? It's only been half a year, right?

What grade is Anton in? ! ! !

The Tower of Asylum was filled with voices of discussion, from Muggles, wizards, and sub-wizards.

"Did Anton kill Voldemort?" Harry gripped his wand nervously, wishing he could rush out to help on his broomstick too.

"No... I don't know." Ron swallowed, and looked at all this with a blank face. Is this cousin who shares his homework every day and copies it for himself, is he 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.

In the past, the parents and colleagues of the Order of the Phoenix all looked very solemn when they talked about the Death Eaters, not to mention the mysterious man whose name everyone dared not even call.

"It's useless to kill..." Neville stood aside and sighed. Anton had explained some information about Horcruxes in detail in the hut. He knew that if Voldemort's Horcruxes were not found and destroyed, there would be no way to completely Defeat Voldemort.

He looked back, there were chaotic voices everywhere, and finally saw his parents in the crowd.

They were discussing something with Professor McGonagall, Mad-Eye, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Neville pursed his lips, and then looked at his companions in the hut.

George was talking excitedly to Fred, Anna, and Draco, "It's so cool to be able to fly, maybe we can make a magic item that can fly."

Since Draco showed good alchemy skills and a lot of magic that he had never heard of before, he was quickly recognized by the other people in the hut. Sometimes he has some interesting ideas. This young master Malfoy can always find a magic idea to realize the function .

"Make a pair of magic wings?" Anna muttered thoughtfully, thinking about the feasibility of realizing this alchemy prop.

Draco shook his head, "There are 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 things like wings."

He thought for a while, "The broomstick is definitely the most practical. After thousands of years of research, it has accumulated a lot of mature skills, and it has also gathered a lot of professional wizard groups for research and development."

"The road explored by the predecessors..." Anna blinked, "Flying broom... and riding magical animals..."

"But I still think flying looks 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 lit up suddenly.

George reacted instantly, gesturing with his wings, "What a great idea, it has a pair of big wings, a flat body, and its feet or hands can just grab our shoulders!"

Hannah, who was silent all the time, leaned back and looked at the pair of crazy brothers with a frown. "Merlin's pink fur, I can't imagine what kind of evil magical animal hybrid experiment you are going to do again!"

Neville thought the same way, but at this moment he wasn't very interested in these things. After thinking about it, he squeezed into the crowd, wanting to go to his parents' side.

Along the way, many people were discussing about the collapsed building.

"Wizards are just horrible!" It was the Muggle President.

"Haha, I bet right!" This is their Minister of Magic Fudge.

At this moment, everyone burst into exclamation, and Neville quickly looked out the window.

A bright purple light shot out from the ruins and pierced towards the sky.

Before everyone could say anything, there was another bright purple light, one after another, as if there were dozens of searchlights in a certain corner of the ruins.

These magic beams of light suddenly began to spin rapidly, and Neville faintly heard a nearby wizard talking about the nature of the spell, which seemed to have the effect of an expulsion spell.

Boom!

A huge roar sounded, and the ruins of the collapsed building exploded again, and a large number of buildings weighing several tons or more than ten tons were sprayed towards the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

Like a blooming flower.

Neville could see that a stream of black smoke was bombarded by the spell and was thrown far away, hitting a building, and spraying out from the other side of the building accompanied by a large number of building debris.

"Anton!"

Among the ruins, came Voldemort's roar.

Neville quickly squeezed back to the window, looked straight at the cloud of smoke that was blown out, and looked around anxiously.

However, the cloud of smoke had dissipated, and only a group of black lines could be seen on the glass wall of a building. If you look carefully, you can also see dark red lightning surges in the lines.

This weird thing rapidly shrinks and expands rapidly, jumping rapidly on the high-rise walls of the building.

"I've seen such a scene before..."

Grindelwald stood on the huge phoenix transformed by Dumbledore's transfiguration, and looked at Anton with a frown, "Credence... the Obscure?"

Beside him, Dumbledore had been watching the battle between Anton and Voldemort with a smile, but when he heard the name, his expression froze and he fell silent.

His sister, Ariana, and his nephew, Aberforth's son, Credence, are all Obscures.

Of course, he knew very well what it was like for the obscurant to use the dark magic power of obscurity.

"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 Anton's incarnation is changing color?"

Grindelwald nodded, "It seems to have changed from pure black to gray-black."

Then it is even more certain that it is not a silent person.

But, what kind of power is this?

Dumbledore, who has been immersed in magic research for more than a hundred years and has a lot of knowledge, was also confused for a while, "What kind of magic is this?"

No one could answer him, it was obviously a new thing.

...

It is said that fighting is the best way to test magic research. After a real battle, Anton realized that he was still not strong enough.

He has indeed stepped into the level of a top wizard, but generally speaking, he prefers wizards on the research side and life side, not on the combat side.

Kind of like Nicolas.

The biggest difference here is that in the field of Horcruxes, he can quickly surpass Voldemort and go on a more profound path.

But when it comes to combat, there is a real gap in some combat magic.

Magic combat is not a simple plasma wave, or like a gun, you shoot at me and I shoot at you, and you lose if you get shot. It's not that simple.

In the actual use of combat magic, Lao Fu still has too many things that Anton can learn.

It may even be impossible to learn in a lifetime.

At least Anton knew very clearly that if he hadn't thoroughly studied the "collection of life existence" and "the black thread of the soul to build life", he would actually be dead now.

Yes, every time he turns into a state similar to Mo Ran, it is actually just a process of quick resurrection after death.

"Arrow curse, right?"

A black smoke shot up into the sky, Lao Fu's figure hovered in the air, the hem of his wide wizard robe was fluttered by the strong wind, his gaze was cold.

Holding his wand, he gracefully lifted it upwards, and the ruins of the collapsed Twin Towers suddenly boiled behind him, and the building fragments with a diameter of more than five meters rolled and condensed into a long snake, winding upward towards the sky.

One after another.

Then, they floated straight in the air and turned into huge long arrows, covering the sky and covering the sun.

Anton flickered in the distance, and slowly appeared from the black line, standing on the air-conditioning rack on the outer wall of a building, looking solemnly at these huge long snake arrows.

"Levitation spell, transformation spell, item activation spirit spell..."

Anton saw too many traces of his own magic in this magic.

What does this mean?

Old Volt has been secretly studying herself, and even learned some of her spellcasting techniques!

Good guy, Voldemort, who is almost 70 years old, still maintains a vigorous spirit of magical exploration.

It is worth encouraging.

awesome~

It's just that Voldemort is still making progress after being so powerful, and so is Anton.

Especially with regard to the floating spell, when Anton was fighting Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic in London, he had already figured out how to use the floating spell to make the streets tear apart and float up.

All of this can be traced back to the 'grey magic' he studied.

Anton's research during this period found that the casting method of 'grey magic' has a high degree of fit with the two fields of levitation spell and weather spell.

Thin and profound, the rhythm of magic is so magical.

Of course, it’s not just these two fields. For example, the variant of the levitation spell "Sunshine Barbecue Curse" studied by Anton extended the two spells--'Wake up the sleeping mind lightly' and 'Here comes the little flying stick' , the same way of casting 'gray magic' can play a very good effect.

(See Chapter 665 for details)

Voldemort would not give Anton more time to think.

The five-meter-thick long arrow in the air, piled and tumbling with building fragments of indistinguishable length, shot towards Anton.

Anton immediately turned into a cloud of black smoke and dodged in the distance.

boom!

Dozens of hundreds of tons of long arrows smashed with great force on the building where Anton was originally located, directly destroying the building, and then along an inexplicable trajectory, some building fragments were thrown away, The building fragments that were hit by the building merged into it, and once again condensed into a huge long snake, flying towards Anton.

Not only this one, more than a dozen long snakes floating behind Voldemort began to surround Anton.

Voldemort stood on one of the long snakes, waving his wand and releasing various controlling magics, which interfered with Anton's avoidance.

It seemed that Anton could no longer contend with such an intensity of combat.

Several times he couldn't avoid being smashed to pieces by the huge cement snake, and then turned into a ball of black threads and regained his human form again.

"You killed me countless times..." Anton looked back at Voldemort and chuckled, "You only have one chance."

He jerked the wand in his hand and muttered a spell.

"The little flying stick is coming~"

People like Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald can only faintly feel the black magic magic group, which is covering the Empire State Building at this moment, rolling and surging.

Following Anton's spell, the roots of the entire Empire State Building suddenly broke and turned into a huge stick, knocking towards Voldemort passing by.

With such a heavy building, the flying speed is extremely fast, and even faintly has the effect of twisting the space.

That feeling is similar to the 'Flying Curse'!

Voldemort's complexion changed, and he turned into a cloud of black smoke in an instant, but he had no time to dodge, and was hit squarely by the 'little flying stick'.

The Empire State Building smashed him to the ground, including the long snake of building debris under him.

boom!

The huge roar resounded throughout the city, and even people far away in the "Asylum Tower" in Central Park could feel the aftermath.

Many people were so frightened that their faces turned pale. This level of fighting did not even bring up any courage to fight against it.

"Is Voldemort dead?" Harry called again excitedly.

"I don't know..." Ron stared with a complicated expression.

"Roar~~~"

A shrill roar sounded, and a huge and slender snake tail swung a large number of building fragments into the air.

A huge rune snake swam out of the ruins of the building. Two big heads roared at Anton in the air. The third head seemed to have exploded, leaving a pool-like hole with bloody flesh.

"Quack quack..."

Anton's incarnation of black smoke let out a strange laugh while avoiding the attack of the building debris snake.

"My dear professor, I saw it, I saw it! You Animagus of the rune snake, just imitate my trick of the antler big pyrenes!"

"Of course, you are walking in the way of Horcruxes, which is not quite the same as 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 himself and Tom Riddle, the souls that were cut out and put into the diary, but because he still lacked one wisdom, he could not reach steady state.

It is an extremely complicated feeling, the soul is the same soul, but the way of thinking is different, and there are two different but similar thoughts in the head at any time.

Not only that, but the spirit of a rune snake was babbling in his head.

No one knows how bad Lao Fu's state is now.

He thought of using resurrection to completely integrate the two parts of Voldemort and Tom Riddle, but he suffered from the conflict caused by the third rune snake's soul.

He desperately needs the piece of soul that exists in Harry Potter!

Only by getting that part can one create a complete self.

For this reason, he destroyed all the Horcruxes, leaving only Slytherin's locket stored on the island.

Only through complete fusion can he be complete, and if he makes a Horcrux in this way, everything will become perfect!

How much you messed with your own soul in the early days, and how difficult it is to rebuild the integrity of your soul now.

But Voldemort can't let people know how much he cares about Harry Potter at this time, otherwise Dumbledore, the old silver coin, will definitely dig a hole for himself to fall into.

You have to find a safe opportunity!

The huge vertical pupils of the Rune snake looked coldly at Anton in the sky, and roared angrily, but in his heart he was very calmly thinking about the 'Top 100 Contest' that Anton planned to operate.

He was thinking, at this time, should he take the opportunity to let Anton kill him and use his own reputation as a stepping stone for Anton, will he be able to completely promote the perfect development of the "Top 100 Contest"?

By the time……

harry potter...

There was no emotion in Voldemort's cold vertical pupils, only calculations.