Death Chill and Another Dream

Inside the magical Practice Room conjured by the Room of Requirement, Andy felt the chill in the air around him, his eyes growing incomparably bright.

This was a large-area debuff!

It reduced movement speed, reduced casting speed, and could even make opponents with weak willpower go rigid all over and lose consciousness.

What did that mean? It meant true invincibility! Andy felt that he really was invincible now.

Take Voldemort, for example.

Ever since he completed the fusion of his mind and magical power, Andy's magical attack power had surpassed Voldemort's.

Voldemort's only remaining advantage was probably his extensive combat experience.

After all, battles between wizards were not determined solely by magical attack power.

Without a "magic resistance" attribute, even Andy could not withstand lethal magic. No matter how strong Andy's magical attack power was, one Killing Curse would still kill him.

That was the limitation shared by all wizards.

But things were different now!

Once Andy used Death Chill in battle, even if it only slowed Voldemort's casting speed by the slightest bit, it would be enough to create an enormous advantage for Andy.

That advantage was that Andy's Killing Curse would strike Voldemort first.

What was more, Andy had the Fat Cat Patronus as a helper.

Two against one!

What did Voldemort have to compete with that?

At that moment, Andy sincerely felt that Voldemort was nothing worth mentioning.

If Voldemort did not have Horcruxes, those miraculous life-locking artifacts, Andy could have soloed the Death Eaters under cover of night, capture Voldemort alive, and put him on an operating table to slice him up for research.

Speaking of slicing him up... Andy suddenly slapped his forehead.

He had nearly forgotten something important!

Andy remembered that when he had fought Voldemort one-on-one before, he had gotten a magical material