Skywalker Is My Business

"What the hell! The dragon was obviously Peeves, okay?

And this wasn't some God-like Body.

Wizards didn't even have such a concept.

He had merely become a bargain-bin Divine Kingdom!

Kate watched the video while grumbling.

Inside Azkaban Prison.

"Master, after you revive tomorrow, where should we target first?" Old Mulciber asked with a serious expression.

Though in reality, he was thinking about how to run away.

And how to subtly find out how the seven of them were supposed to deal with every wizard other than Dumbledore.

"Target? What stupid nonsense are you talking about?" Voldemort shot Old Mulciber a sidelong glance. "Though I'll lose my God-like Body after reviving, this region will still be my former body.

Here, I am as invincible as Dumbledore is at Hogwarts.

Those white wizards from the Order of the Phoenix, along with those Aurors who called themselves dawn, incarnations of light, will come seeking us on their own like jackals smelling meat.

We only need to wait at our ease for the exhausted enemy."

"Do we not need to recruit giants, vampires, werewolves, and other dark creatures as cannon fodder anymore?

What I mean is, if everything requires us—your close servants, the future ruler of the world—to act personally, wouldn't that be beneath us?"

"You're afraid?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, vicious red light bursting from the slits. "I Descend to be Human, and you can also draw upon a portion of my power through the marks on your arms.

And yet you, who have received such an honor, are afraid?"

"Ahhh!"

Old Mulciber curled up on the ground. Black magical fire ignited from the mark on his arm.

The scarlet tattoo—a skull with a snake emerging from its mouth—had also turned pitch-black.

Yet the magical fire seemed to exist only to torment