I Don't Want Casualty Figures, I Just Want the River Ouse!

Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and the world seemed to be pierced by the man who streaked across it with sparks and lightning.

If there were background music at this moment, the most fitting one would definitely be Thor's signature song, "Immigrant Song"!

William wasn't carrying the speaker this time, but he was still going all out.

He landed on top of the Giant God Warrior, and the electric current expanded outward in a ring-like pattern, like water being poured from a kettle onto a mirror.

As the lightning expanded in a ring shape, the electric arcs began to dart around erratically. Wherever the lightning "flowed," the ground was quickly cracked and completely destroyed.

This is not magic at all, but divine punishment.

Such terrifying power is a result of multiple factors.

First, hundreds of fire dragons continuously spewed their breath, causing the surrounding air to heat up rapidly, thus generating rising air currents.

The rising air currents then create cumulonimbus clouds, which in turn produce lightning.

The appearance of the flock of Thunderbird also created a larger electric field.

All the thunderclouds were compressed together, like a powder keg full of explosives, just waiting for a fuse to detonate.

William was the fuse.

The power of this magic is beyond the comprehension of wizards who have never even seen a bomb and whose combat skills are still at the level of "Stupefy".

In fact, at this moment, everyone... whether Auror or Death Eaters, was stunned.

Some people even looked at William and murmured involuntarily, "He's like... Thor!"

Moments later, the once invincible Giant God Warrior was torn apart by lightning like a fragile piece of frozen meat.

When William picked up his wand again and stepped out of the crater, the Giant God Warrior had been completely carbonized, turning into dust with a gust of wind that filled the air.

This made William, who hadn't eaten dinner and was still thinking about Giant's Barbecue, feel a little regretful.

Standing at the edge of the giant pit, William's eyes met those of Voldemort, who was not far away.

The Dark Lord's face was gloomy and very ugly, as if William owed him eight million.

Voldemort was not angry that his "Gundam" was destroyed by William.

Instead, Stark's strength improved by leaps and bounds with each encounter, far exceeding his expectations.

Yes, Dumbledore is getting old, but at this rate, how many more days can he keep going?!

At this moment, Voldemort had made up his mind that he would never personally go to the battlefield again.

Unless Grindelwald, or his student, comes to the United Kingdom to join forces with Voldemort to fight against Dumbledore and Stark!!

William showed no surprise at the Dark Lord's unharmed state; on the contrary, he remained quite calm.

This is normal.

There were no Anti-Apparition Jinx on the battlefield, and every wizard could claim to possess the "Flying Thunder God Technique."

Even if William and Dumbledore forces, their combined strength far surpassed Voldemort's. If William was determined to escape, who could kill him?

Besides, the Horcrux haven't been completely resolved yet, so Voldemort won't die anytime soon.

The strategic objective of this summer offensive was not Voldemort, but rather to eliminate the Death Eaters.

Yes, it wasn't that William and Dumbledore arrogant; after killing Tom, they were already considering the post-war situation.

If Voldemort dies, the dark creatures and Death Eaters he once controlled may go out of control.

After Voldemort's "death," the Death Eaters went on a rampage, attacking everywhere, and Neville's parents were among the victims.

A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.

It would be better to lure them over while Voldemort still has control over them and eliminate them on the battlefield.

Clean the house thoroughly before inviting guests. Compared to the huge piece of trash that is the Voldemort, these small pieces of trash also need to be dealt with.

What William needs to do now is not to kill Voldemort, but to restrain him and eliminate as many Death Eaters as possible.

So he gripped his wand tightly and walked toward Voldemort once more.

But after walking only a few steps, Phoebe's anxious voice rang out from inside the Safety Watch via the Sound Transmission Conch.

"William, urgent intelligence has arrived from the battlefield at the River Ouse. The enemy's Western Expedition Corps forces appear to have suddenly increased in strength."

Madame Maxime asked me to report to you that the Europe coalition forces have suffered over one-fifth of their losses, a very heavy casualty rate...

William stopped in his tracks, looked at Voldemort, and said coldly:

"Phoebe, tell Maxime I don't need her casualty figures, I just need the River Ouse, tell her immediately!"

"Yes!!"

"You're ruthless, William. I'm starting to admire you more and more," Voldemort laughed.

"But aren't you curious about where those suddenly increased numbers of troops came from?"

William actually started to guess, and he said loudly:

Wizards from other countries are unlikely to support you, but the Pure-blood families within the country that could support you have already done so.

Could it be a Gringotts Goblin?

"No..." William immediately denied it, shaking his head.

"The Goblin won't get involved themselves; they're all cunning old foxes who will only support whoever wins."

"Well said, whoever wins, I'll support!" Voldemort didn't continue fighting; his red eyes were fixed on William, and he laughed:

"That's right, I'll teach you a lesson. These Goblin should be killed outright, and then the wizards should take over Gringotts."

This despicable race deserves to be slaves of wizards forever!

William narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized, "It seems... that group of reinforcements are House-elf."

Is this your backup plan, the power you've been hiding?

"Ha ha, William, you're really clever." Voldemort chuckled sinisterly.

"But I still have to thank you; having your House-elf deliver the package reminded me."

This is a very powerful fighting force, and they obey their master's orders unconditionally. They are more effective than many Death Eaters and can be fully deployed in war.

Yes or no?"

William remained silent; the consequences of enslaving the House-elf were coming.

Aside from Hogwarts, Nicolas's Manor, and Akali Shop, most of the remaining House-elf in the United Kingdom live in Pure-blood families.

Furthermore, a significant portion of the Pure-blood families supported Voldemort.

House-elf, on the other hand, do not rebel; they only obey their owners' commands.

Voldemort could indeed rally a House-elf.

Of course, he deliberately revealed this information in order to disturb William's peace of mind.

Battles are not just about magic; they also involve psychological warfare.

Whoever panics first is likely to lose!

But William remained calm; he was also waiting.

Just then, a signal flare finally lit up the sky, and a group of wizards entered the battlefield from the flank.

Voldemort frowned. Could it be either Eastern Expedition Corps or Western Expedition Corps, who had broken through the lines and arrived to provide reinforcements?

Surely it's not support from the Ministry of Magic?

William chuckled softly:

"Tom, haven't you always been curious about where Dumbledore went?"

Voldemort stared intently at William.

"You seem to have overlooked Dumbledore's identity. He is not only the Hogwarts Headmaster, but also the Supreme Mugwump."

In addition to the coalition of several Europe countries, he could also bring in Auror from other countries.

You see, the scales of war have once again tipped in our favor.

A flame ignited in the sky.

Fawkes appeared, Dumbledore gripped its long, golden tail tightly before landing on the ground.

"William, I'm late."

"No, it's just right," William said with a smile.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, "Tom, you've lost. Surrender now..."

"It's not certain who will win yet!" Voldemort spat and fired an Avada Kedavra at Dumbledore, but it missed.

Dumbledore and he engaged in a fierce battle.

William did not join the battle; the strategic objective of this battle was not Voldemort, and Dumbledore was enough to hold him back.

William appeared in Apparition before a group of wizards.

The number was not large, but there were still more than four hundred people, all of whom were reinforcements from other countries that Dumbledore had brought back overnight.

Soon, Hermione appeared, looking hurried. After receiving William's orders, she immediately brought the House-elf from Akali Shop.

Since Voldemort could use them, William had no reason not to.

He thought for a moment and quickly said:

Hermione, please take note of the following adjustments I've made to the deployment:

Two hundred allied wizards, plus fifty House-elf, were used to reinforce the defenses of Helvellyn;

Twenty Auror, plus three departments: Hit Wizard, Magical Law Enforcement Patrol, and fifty House-elf, will be transferred to support the battlefield at the River Ouse;

A coalition of one hundred wizards, advancing from the Yin Mountains, encircled the Western Expedition Corps and cut off their retreat.

The remaining allied forces will remain here to continue the assault; the general reserve will remain in place!

Repeat it for me!

Hermione had already written it down on the paper, but instead of looking at it, she looked up and, relying on her extraordinary memory, replied without hesitation:

"With two hundred allied wizards and fifty House-elf, reinforce the defenses of Helvellyn;

Twenty Auror, plus three departments: Hit Wizard, Magical Law Enforcement Patrol, and fifty House-elf, will be transferred to support the battlefield at the River Ouse...

William nodded in satisfaction.

The final reserve force is naturally the group of Dementor still lurking.

But it's no longer necessary, because this battle... is about to be won decisively.