At the Feast, I'll Sit at the Kids' Table!

The only one who dared to humiliate Voldemort so openly and could leave him helpless was William.

Dumbledore certainly had the ability, but he was a respectable man. Although he loathed Voldemort, he wouldn't openly curse him.

Even at the height of his fierce battle with Voldemort, he still spoke with gentle elegance.

William is different; in his previous life, he was from Zaun and preferred a refined and easygoing nature.

Anyway, I've never lost an argument, and I've never used an asterisk when swearing.

After arriving at Hogwarts, he became Snape's apprentice and spent his days and nights honing his "yin and yang energies"... His words were incredibly sharp.

Therefore, whenever he fights Voldemort, he becomes a master of trash talk, trying to provoke his opponent and disrupt his mind.

In martial arts circles, it's commonly known as... breaking through defenses.

When fighting a top wizard like Voldemort, William wouldn't let go of any way that could increase his chances of victory.

Voldemort was indeed affected.

Or rather, he would break down every time he fought Stark.

But tonight is different.

Voldemort didn't retaliate; he chose to keep quiet.

If he doesn't speak, Stark will only make a fool of himself, and might even get furious.

But the next second, Voldemort's eyes widened.

The flying fire dragon head Transfiguration an Orc riding Tebo, brandishing a ring-armed sword, and pounced on him.

Voldemort raised his pale arm, and the Orc's sword and body were severed in two, flying to either side.

He waved his wand, and the entire boar rider exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

"Tom," William laughed, "Doesn't he look familiar?"

That's right, I just came from that battlefield. Your Eastern Expedition Corps has been completely wiped out.

Not one left!

I've come to share some good news with you. Don't be shy, I'll be sitting at the children's table during the banquet.

Voldemort glared at William; he admitted he was angry.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!!"

The Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic would certainly send troops to intercept them, after all, they always had treacherous spies around them.

He still hasn't found out who the spy is.

Despite the resistance, Voldemort didn't believe that his Eastern Expedition Corps would be completely annihilated so quickly.

Those were three thousand Orc... not three thousand pigs.

Besides, we have other backup plans to ensure that the Eastern Expedition Corps army has superior strength, so there's no reason for us to collapse so quickly.

Could it be...?

"Where did Dumbledore go?!" Voldemort suddenly realized that he hadn't received any information from the old man in a long time.

He wasn't seen on the battlefield either.

Did Dumbledore go to ambush the Eastern Expedition Corps?

Voldemort started to imagine things.

"Of course the headmaster has his own business." William deflected a spell, constantly shifting positions, and engaged in a passionate exchange of fire with Voldemort.

"What, you want to fight Dumbledore because you think he's old, much weaker than he was in his prime, and easier to deal with?"

Tom... are you really hoping to keep your intelligence and tactics completely confidential?

Then the servants just randomly search everywhere, and whenever a war breaks out, the people you fight are all older than you, over forty years, so there's absolutely no pressure...

No way?!

William wore an incredulous expression; his look and tone made even the onlookers want to punch him, let alone Voldemort.

Suddenly, many people saw a terrifying scene: a venomous snake attacking them.

Voldemort's face was contorted with rage, and his eyes glowed red.

He laughed wildly and said, "Very well, Dumbledore isn't here, I can kill you right now!"

The Dark Lord strode forward, pointed his wand at the ground, bent two fingers, and tapped it lightly!

The entire island was shaking, like a heart after a violent workout.

Suddenly, countless thick, mottled cracks appeared on the ground, spreading wildly to both sides from Voldemort's center, like a flood bursting its banks and surging towards the wizards on the battlefield.

Many people were terrified and hurriedly left the battlefield, then looked towards the center of the battlefield.

The scene that followed was utterly absurd to everyone.

The ground exploded with a deafening roar, sending dust flying everywhere.

A pair of gigantic hands emerged from the ground, radiating a dazzling light, like a ball of light. They tore a trench in the ground, sending shattered stones flying wildly.

With a creaking sound, the owner of those giant hands rose completely from the ground, carrying an aura of world destruction.

Giant appeared.

But the average Giant is only six or seven meters tall.

The Giant before us was over thirty meters tall!

William was also shocked.

Holy crap, is this Susanoo or Ultraman?

Okay... neither of those.

Voldemort used a special Dark Magic to fuse all the Giant Inferi he had created into one, completing the forbidden spell— the Giant God Warrior.

Therefore, the full name of this terrifying Dark Magic is -- Corpse Reincarnation, Blood Compensation, Fusion, Super Giant God Warrior!

The name of the magic might be a bit cheesy, but since ancient times, a boss who can't pilot a Gundam isn't a good driver.

William exhaled a breath of stale air and took half a step back.

He never expected Voldemort to pull such a stunt.

What a wonderful "surprise"!

As soon as the Giant God Warrior appeared, both the Giant and the Auror showed signs of collapse.

Even a normal Giant, only three stories tall, already inspires a sense of oppression.

When Giant exceeding thirty meters in height appears in war, it almost breeds despair.

The Giant trembled, wanting to prostrate themselves in worship to this king of Giant.

The Death Eaters cheered wildly, as if victory was imminent.

Voldemort landed on the Giant God Warrior's shoulder, and the Giant roared, his voice shaking the surrounding area.

He strode toward the young wizard, each step shaking the earth.

The next moment, he swung his fist, extending it in a large arc, and swiftly smashed it towards William, who was like an ant.

With a single punch, William vanished from everyone's sight in an instant.

Where the fist touched, cracks appeared and spread outwards.

William constantly Apparition to evade the attacks.

"Hide? You can hide anywhere, but what about your troops?" Voldemort laughed heartily.

The Giant God Warrior abandoned William, reached out and grabbed the two Giant, slamming them against the ground like whack-a-mole.

With a casual toss, the Giant 'Giant God Warrior corpse was sent flying, and the Auror and Death Eaters in that straight line, unable to dodge in time, were instantly smashed into a bloody pulp.

The battle, which had just been somewhat scattered, began to collapse rapidly.

If things continue like this, defeat is inevitable.

The Giant God Warrior raised his foot again, ready to wipe out the Giant. William stopped dodging and appeared directly in front of him.

He raised his right hand, and all his magic power converged wildly at the tip of his wand.

The Giant God Warrior did not slow down in the slightest. A gale swept across William's face, and the air currents lashed against his body, causing ripples to appear on his robes.

The wand emitted magic, swirling and swirling, bathing William in a purple-gold aura.

Bang!!

The Giant God Warrior's legs seemed to have kicked a metal plate, unable to move forward an inch.

With a deafening roar, the purple-gold barrier shattered.

The powerful shockwave sent William flying into the sky like a blinding white rainbow cleaving through the heavens.

Voldemort raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Stark wasn't kicked to death; instead, he rode the favorable wind and soared into the sky.

Finally, Phoebe directed Silver Wing to catch him accurately.

"Are you planning to run away, Stark?" Voldemort, unusually, resorted to verbal sparring, mocking him:

"Aren't you terrified? You've seen the greatest Dark Lord in history, and you want to cry and call for your mom?!"

Voldemort had grown to love this extreme foul language.

William ignored him, instead gripping his wand, pointing it at the sky, and thrusting it straight into the heavens.

The continuous rumbling thunder and flashing lightning in the sky suddenly disappeared at that moment.

No, they didn't disappear; they were gathered together.

It was nighttime, but at this moment, the sky was as bright as day.

William held his wand, pointed it at the sky, and drew a circle.

This seemingly simple movement, which even an ordinary person could easily perform, was extremely difficult and hesitant for William.

As he moved, all the lightning bolts seemed to be drawn towards the wand.

The dark clouds grew thicker and lower, and bolts of lightning, as thick as a tree trunk, rolled wildly down from the clouds and gathered on the wand.

William stood atop the Thunderbird's head, the ground before him empty, yet he stepped down, plummeting from a height of tens of meters... accompanied by lightning carrying an aura of absolute destruction.

The Giant God Warrior reached out and grabbed several fire dragons as easily as if they were chicks.

He clenched his fist tightly and aimed it at the young wizard in mid-air.

The fire dragon transformed into a flamethrower, spewing orange flames from its mouth at William.

William didn't care at all, because the dragon's breath, like a raging flood, crashed towards him, but was severed by lightning before it could even get close.

It quickly vanished from the world.

William charged toward the Giant God Warrior with an aura of terror.

His voice then resounded through the sky, relaying Voldemort's words verbatim:

"Are you planning to run away, Tom?"

"Are you scared? You've seen the greatest wizard of all time!"

Kneel down and sing "Conquer," call me "Dad" one more time, and maybe I'll spare you.