Memoirs of a Geisha

Although the battle was brief, the simple exchange was enough for William to reassess Voldemort's current strength.

for example...

The powerful magical shield was so strong that even dozens of Death Eaters couldn't break through it in a short time; to Voldemort, it was merely a matter of a single blow.

Terrifying!

That's normal; the strongest dark wizard in the world has this level of skill.

Not to mention the magical shields surrounding William's house, even the magic of Hogwarts Castle couldn't withstand the Dark Lord's repeated lashes.

Of course, even if Voldemort could break through the outermost layer of defenses, he still wouldn't be able to get into William's house.

Not to mention the magic on the river, after William dismantled the bridge, it would take him a long time to break the spell before he could cross the river, and there was also the Fidelius Charm inside the house.

Even if Voldemort reached the house, he wouldn't be able to enter without the Secret Keeper's guidance.

Six months later, after witnessing Voldemort's power again, William also discovered some minor problems.

for example...

"Tom, you're slow to react." He put his hands in his pockets, looked at the Dark Lord, and said "concernedly":

"What happened? Are you too old at seventy to lift your wand anymore?"

Is the injury on my arm getting worse?

William had a grin on his face, looking like he was asking for a beating.

Many of the newly arrived Death Eaters, unaware that the Dark Lord had injured his arm, looked over in shock.

"Beg me, if it were you, I would definitely give you the antidote," William laughed.

"Come on, stop being so hesitant and shy, like a little girl."

Being ridiculed like this in front of his servants, Voldemort's eyes flashed with a cold light.

If looks could kill, Stark would already have been riddled with holes by now.

Then they were hung on the Tower of London and dried into jerky!

But... just as the other party said, he also felt his body becoming sluggish and his strength slightly decreasing.

On the night of his resurrection, his arm was slashed by Stark with a poisoned sword.

Snape used Potions to suppress it, but it could only delay the outbreak for a year.

Over the past year, Snape has been constantly adjusting his treatment, managing to prevent the poison from flaring up for a year and a half.

Voldemort was thought to be completely gone, but it seems he hasn't been completely wiped out yet.

Snape still needs to work harder!

But that's not the point. Even with terrible teammates and poison in one hand, Voldemort is still invincible in the world!

His concern wasn't for the poison, but for Stark.

After six months without a fight, this kid has become much stronger than he was back in the Department of Mysteries.

This is quite normal.

Why do wizards stipulate that seventeen is the age of adulthood?

At this age, the body is basically fully developed, and magic becomes more restrained, so magical outbursts will no longer occur.

For a long time afterward, the young body will experience a period of rapid growth in magical power.

Therefore, after reaching adulthood, wizards generally experience a period of rapid growth in strength.

William was no exception.

With his team Dumbledore, Voldemort no longer boasted about fighting two opponents at once, but after a brief resistance, they escaped smoothly... He felt it was still quite easy.

But Stark's power continues to grow, and with the balance of power shifting... he probably won't be able to escape and will die under their clubs sooner or later.

Even with Horcrux, it won't work!

Think back to how I "died" for the first time, and it took me a full fourteen years to be resurrected!

Once you die again, who knows how long it will take to be resurrected?

Otherwise, relying on his immortality, he should quickly survive and outlive those two to death?

Voldemort also considered this idea.

If he could outlive Dumbledore for another ten or eight years, he would really be willing to do it.

But he couldn't accept having to outlive Stark for another century...

So Voldemort made a decision in secret.

We must urge Grindelwald of Northern Europe and his disciple to expedite their plan of action.

Time is running out!

When summer arrives, he needs to launch an unprecedented decisive battle.

Thinking of this, Voldemort was already considering leaving, but he didn't go.

If he just leaves like that, who knows what the newspapers will say about him tomorrow!

"Where are my servants?" Voldemort asked in a cold voice.

"He's undergoing labor reform at my house," William said with a smile.

"What, Tom? You came here on Christmas Eve, hoping to be sent to my house for labor reform?"

"Or... did you come specifically to buy your biography?"

A book titled "The Life and Lies of You-Know-Who" appeared in his hand.

William tossed it high into the air and said loudly, "No need to buy it, this is my Christmas present for you."

The story is pretty good, although we don't have enough money, the actors aren't cast yet, and there's no script... but I'm still going to find Muggle to adapt it into a movie.

Let's call it "Geisha... Ugh, The Memoirs of the Dark Lord."

"You're asking for it!!" Voldemort roared in fury. Before he could make a move, the book exploded, its fragments scattering across the snow.

"Charge in and kill without mercy!" he commanded hoarsely.

He had broken the magical shield, and with him holding Stark back, the Death Eaters could easily advance unimpeded.

He not only wants to rescue the previous group of trapped Death Eaters, but also destroy the Stark home!

The Death Eaters charged forward, followed by a vanguard of Orc and Troll.

William stood alone at the front, the mountain wind howling and his sleeves fluttering, showing no sign of retreating.

"If you want to get in, you'll have to get past me first!"

The young wizard's voice was not loud, but everyone's eardrums vibrated, every word piercing their ears. Even covering their ears was futile; the sound still rang like a bell.

For a time, many wizards were enveloped by the magic and fell into a trance.

William raised his wand and waved it lightly; crimson lightning, like a whip, seized the opportunity to grab the necks of several Death Eaters.

It was tossed high into the air like a chick being caught, landing right in the path of the Troll and Orc' charge.

The Troll couldn't stop in time and attacked its allies, trampling directly onto the Death Eaters.

William's magic flowed throughout his body as he wiped his wand outwards.

The horde of Troll had mistakenly killed their teammate charged at him, but when they were ten paces away, it was as if they had crashed into an invisible, impenetrable wall.

They were unable to advance at all, and their previous charging formation instantly crumbled.

William laughed and stepped forward, causing a dozen or so Troll to huddle together and fall to the ground.

A green beam shot sharply toward William's forehead, but he tilted his head slightly to dodge it, and then swept his wand diagonally upwards.

The wizard then bent over and swung sideways, rolling into a slightly "playful" snowball on the snow.

William spread his palm at an angle, pushed his wand forward, and the snowball fell to the ground, not falling straight down, but instead picking up all the snow on the ground.

The "human snowball" grew bigger and bigger, not only sticking up thick snow, but also grinding grooves into the hard, cement-like ground, leaving the surface of the snowball covered with a lot of grayish-yellow mud.

William waved his wand and whispered, "Human Bullet Tank!"

The snowball, having accumulated enough weight to resemble a small mountain, hurtled towards the Death Eaters with overwhelming force.

Dozens of Death Eaters scattered and fled.

William's arrogant laughter echoed through the night.