Skywalker Is My Business

"What the hell! [Dragon] is clearly Peeves."

Moreover, he is not some kind of "God-like Body".

Wizards have no concept of this.

He's nothing more than a Pinduoduo version of the Divine Kingdom!

Kate watched the video while making sarcastic remarks.

Inside Azkaban prison.

"Master, after you are resurrected tomorrow, where should we set up our target first?" Old Mulciber said earnestly.

Although he was actually thinking about how to escape.

By the way, let's subtly inquire about how those seven people dealt with the other wizards besides Dumbledore.

"Target? What nonsense are you talking about?" Voldemort rolled his eyes at old Mulciber. "Although I will lose my God-like Body after my resurrection, this area will still be my former body."

I am here as invincible as Dumbledore is at Hogwarts.

Those white wizards of the Order of the Phoenix, and those Auror who call themselves the embodiment of dawn and light (a play on the name aurora: aurora; dawn), will automatically come knocking on your door like jackals smelling meat.

We just need to wait and see.

"Don't we need to recruit Giant, vampires, Werewolf, and other dark creatures as cannon fodder anymore?"

What I mean is, you want us for everything, you future world ruler's close servants. Wouldn't it be beneath you to personally intervene?

"Are you afraid?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, a fierce red light flashing from them. "I Descend to be Human, and you can also draw some of my power through the marks on your arms."

You're enjoying such an honor, and you're actually afraid?

Aaaaaah!

Old Mulciber huddled on the ground. A black, demonic fire ignited from the mark on his arm.

The bright red tattoo—a skull with a snake emerging from its mouth—had turned completely black.

However, this demonic fire seemed to be there only to torment him and bring him pain.

Apart from that, there were no signs of burning on his body, and even the tattered robe he wore was intact.

"Master, I'm just worried. I'm worried that I can't do my best for you."

The Order of the Phoenix are all skilled fighters, and those Auror are not easy to deal with either.

"Me, my son, Little Crouch., Travers, and Rodolphus— that's only seven people in total," old Mulciber said, forcing back his pain.

"Isn't 7 the most magical number?"

I've said it before, my power resides within the Dark Mark. At that time, all you need to do is—"

However, the video abruptly ended there.

Kate puffed out her cheeks. "How is this over? I want to see how Voldemort strengthens his minions."

"Too many spoilers would ruin the fun," Ryan said, placing a hand on Kate's head. "Anyway, it's going to be really interesting. Maybe."

"I will also personally make my final appearance," Ryan thought to himself.

"Maybe what?" Kate bumped her head into Ryan's stomach.

"It's a secret."

Two days have passed now.

But Harry still felt very uncomfortable.

After completing the "Champion's Glory" project, he kept having faint, over-the-top compliments about his strength and physique in his dreams.

These voices don't seem to originate solely from the present.

They seem to blur the boundaries of time.

He is no longer infatuated with Ron.

During the first individual competition, I couldn't help but admire his muscles from time to time.

This has led to a situation where, at a time when one could freely interact with Ron, things have become very complicated.

He could only keep his distance from Ron.

Because, besides reminding him of the most obvious, awkward thought Ron had in his heart when he was in his sleep, amidst the rainbow farts he heard.

When you're sober, if you get close to those who offer compliments, the corresponding compliments will come out at just the right time.

Therefore, the same applies to Ginny.

"I licked this abs."

"I'll lick this next time."

"Harry, my fiancé! That was really strong."

Such a voice lingered in his ears when he came into contact with Ginny.

But these voices cannot be isolated by any means.

Dumbledore said, "They are the voices that come from the level of your soul."

Even if you puncture your eardrums, it won't stop you. Not even Occlumency like brain-blocking can stop you.

Only time can silence these voices.

It will take about a week for the title you chose to be fully integrated with you.

Only then will these sounds disappear.

One week!

But Voldemort's resurrection is just around the corner!

Perhaps he has been resurrected, and these voices will still be there.

He didn't want to face Voldemort.

Hearing flattery from Voldemort (if Voldemort had ever seen his body and subconsciously praised it).

"Oh, he's really manly!" He didn't want to hear Voldemort's voice say that.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Time: June 27, 1994, 12 noon.

Location: Great Hall.

Neville waved.

"It's nothing." Harry forced down a fried egg.

That way he could ignore the thought that kept running through his mind as he stared at Neville, "Wow! Harry's muscles are about the same as mine!"

Right now, he's incredibly jealous of Krum and his friends.

Krum chose [Dakuwaqa], and in the end, all that remained were praises for his superb Transfiguration.

Unlike Harry's, which is all about praising his physique and strength.

You should know that once it gets involved with the physical body...

It's inevitable that it will become vulgar.

Harry estimated that his soul would probably turn yellow in a week.

And Phoebe's [Half-Veela].

The praise he left behind may also be vulgar.

But she had Ryan's help.

These sounds probably won't affect her.

Oh, right, Ryan!

Harry looked up sharply. "Have you seen Ryan?"

"Why do I sense that you're flustered?" Neville frowned. "If you want to find him, just find any one of Luna, Hermione, Phoebe Dracula."

No, if we say his name, he'll probably know.

If your reason is plausible, and he's willing to show up—"

"Neville is right." Ryan coughed.

He was right to Harry's left.

He was slowly and deliberately sipping a cup of black tea that he had somehow gotten his hands on.

Next to him was Luna, who always had a surprised look on her face.

"Speak, Harry."

If the reason is plausible

I won't consider spreading the video of you looking like an idiot while playing with a knife.

Ryan put down his black tea.

"That's not called looking stupid, that's called a poker face."

A clever little trick.

The stiffness of the face dulls the mind.

Focus all your attention on the short sword.

It comes with the Slytherin of the Serpent Heart Style.

"How will the video be disseminated?" Neville asked, seemingly unconcerned but full of curiosity.

"This is a new product from Skywalker Alchemy Workshop that will be launched tomorrow."

Portable camera.

It can shoot and import videos and photos.

Listen to music.

Oh, and you can also scan text into it.

Oh, and by the way, I'll tell you a secret: Skywalker Alchemy Workshop is my property.

"But Voldemort is about to be resurrected, isn't it a bit inappropriate to release new products at this time?" Harry exclaimed in shock.

I took the day off today and went back to Liangping.

I spent the next three days at my hometown with my dad.

So it will probably still be one update per day.

P. S.: Thanks to Yuchi Jinyin, fw999 for their monthly tickets, and to all the other students for their recommendations and subscriptions!