What Does It Feel Like to Be Hit by a Mountain?
Voldemort suffered many injuries throughout his life.
The most serious instance was undoubtedly when his own Killing Curse rebounded.
The worst time was when he was attached to the back of Quirrell's head and was chased and beaten by the students every day. He couldn't make a sound and could only endure it.
The most humiliating time was in the Albania forest, where, despite his fragile body, Stark grabbed him by the back of the neck and said:
You're so weak, Voldemort!
At this moment, another record has been added:
His throat was slit!
If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, his head would probably have been severed from his body by that sword strike.
Wizards have never fought like this before. It's always wand against wand, magic against magic.
Even in battles between wizards, the fundamental laws must be followed.
Why are you fighting like a Muggle?
Despicable fighting style!
This person is definitely not Karkaroff.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, the red light appearing eerily in the darkness.
Who exactly are you?
But the man's sarcastic reply instantly enraged him. William slapped his forehead and sighed dramatically:
"Oh dear, I forgot to poison it, otherwise you would already be dead."
The sword forged by Goblin can absorb substances that strengthen it.
The Sword of Gryffindor possesses the ability to destroy Horcrux. This ability does not come from the sword's own power, but from the venom of the Basilisk.
William's longsword was also forged by Goblin. If it were soaked in snake venom or the venom of the Acromantula, it would surely kill him with a single cut, and there was no antidote.
When William comes again, he'll mix dozens of venoms, enough to kill Voldemort.
But what happened next surprised him.
Voldemort didn't even raise his wand, yet the wound on his neck was already slowly healing.
This kind of physical damage was nothing to Voldemort.
He abandoned his handsome appearance and became the ugly person he is now, not because he had a peculiar taste for ugliness.
Who wouldn't want to stay beautiful forever?
Moreover, his handsome appearance... was his most powerful weapon when he was weak in his early days.
Whether it's currying favor with professors for private tutoring; or winning the heart of Ravenclaw daughter and stealing the Ravenclaw's Diadem; or even winning the heart of a wealthy woman after graduation and taking the Slytherin's Locket and Hufflepuff's Cup...
Handsome helped Voldemort countless times; he was Voldemort's most invincible weapon during his youth.
He abandoned this weapon in exchange for a more powerful one.
First, there are Horcrux... Multiple splits of the soul can cause disfiguring damage to the body.
Secondly, there were those Dark Magic experiments.
Voldemort studied countless Dark Magic, first conducting clinical experiments on others, and only using them on himself after confirming their effectiveness.
This is also why his magic power is so much greater than that of ordinary wizards; his physical recovery ability is also incredibly fast, completely unlike that of a wizard.
Magical modification... is always a forbidden yet quick way to gain power.
Voldemort twisted his neck, his body cracking and popping continuously, making a strange sound like a string of exploding soybeans.
He raised his wand and said coldly:
"Cruciatus Curse!"
William nimbly retreated, blasting up large patches of dirt from the ground.
He waved his wand, and the soil transformed into a row of arrows, which shot towards Voldemort at lightning speed.
Thirty arrows fired simultaneously
The buzz breaks through the air.
Voldemort remained unfazed, continuing his barefoot, slow-moving walk. His right hand, holding his wand, tapped rapidly in the air.
The first volley of arrows was struck down by magic; the second volley came suddenly, like a barrage of bullets.
A magical barrier appeared beside Voldemort, blocking the continuous stream of ink-splashing arrows without him having to make any effort.
William twirled his wand, muttering to himself.
The arrow changed; a row of flashing runes appeared on its Runes, as if it were an invisible enchantment.
Runes language, which can enhance magic.
For example, giving it sharpness can increase its penetrating power; giving it acceleration can enhance its speed.
The speed of the arrow rain suddenly more than doubled, and under the dense barrage, most of the arrows hit the magical barrier and were eventually deflected.
But needle puncture endoscope.
Even the sturdiest mirror cannot withstand a thousand or more needles.
Four or five waves of arrows failed to achieve their goal, and in the blink of an eye, another volley of arrows pierced the air.
A loud bang!
It not only pierced through the magic barrier, but also blasted a hole about half the size of a person.
Voldemort flicked his wand, and Ventus.
The arrows were redirected, shooting off to both sides.
Many Death Eaters were terrified by this turn of events.
This is truly a battle of gods, where innocent bystanders suffer the consequences!
Malfoy lay prone on the ground, trying to Apparition, when an arrow Accio and struck the hood on his back.
A sharp, piercing pain shot through his back, and the arrow propelled him backward several meters.
Maintaining a prone position, he could feel the power of the arrow at such close range.
Karkaroff is really that good?
Voldemort, however, continued to laugh wildly, as if he had discovered something amusing.
"I know who you are, that familiar feeling... William Stark!"
"You actually delivered yourself to my doorstep!"
"Tom, it's been a long time since we parted ways in Albania," William continued, deliberately provoking the Dark Lord.
"I killed you twice back then, but seeing that you're alright now... and even resurrected, I'm relieved."
"It's so nice to meet an old friend. Shall we sit down for a cup of tea and catch up? I've missed you so much."
William came to hone his skills; he wanted to see Voldemort's true strength, not this kind of petty skirmish.
The goal was to provoke Voldemort.
William's sarcasm was indeed very effective, especially after learning that the visitor was the Stark he had been longing for.
Did Voldemort hate William?
I hate it so much.
When he was attached to Quirrell's head, he encountered William while stealing the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts;
When he went on a killing spree in the Forbidden Forest to teach the Centaur a lesson, he was stopped by William.
On the fourth floor, in the Restricted Section, just as he was about to steal the Philosopher's Stone and defeat Potter, William arrived again!
And then there was the humiliation of Albania... Voldemort practically watched the Stark grow stronger step by step.
He blocked my way time and time again.
How could he not hate?!
In Voldemort's kill list, Stark were ranked in the top three.
Now that we've seen him, he must be ranked number one.
Enraged, Voldemort unleashed a torrent of powerful magic, his eyes turning red like searchlights in the night.
The black robe on his body froze for a moment, defying common sense, before ripples appeared and moved, rising and falling endlessly.
Not far to the left is a small hill, where the Little Hangleton is located.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the mountain, tapped it once, and then gently flicked it upwards.
He hissed out the incantation.
After a brief silence, a series of deafening rumbling sounds erupted.
The canyon wall, several hundred meters long, appeared as if it had been cleaved in two by a giant axe, with rocks constantly rolling into the cemetery and stirring up large amounts of dust.
The Death Eaters Apparition to avoid the already formidable battle.
That was terrifying. We haven't seen a battle of this magnitude since Voldemort disappeared.
William's expression turned serious.
This is the true power of the second Dark Lord!
William had heard Newt mention more than once that Grindelwald could destroy all of Paris with a single curse.
Voldemort, also Dark Lord, may not be as handsome as he seems, and his crew may be of varying quality... but how weak can his own strength be?
It's worth noting that even Dumbledore admitted he was no match for Voldemort.
The Dark Lord smiled cruelly, waved his wand, and the boulder hurled towards William.
What would it feel like to be hit by a planet?
William was unaware.
Only his distant cousin, Steelman Stark, from another world, knew this.
But William now understands a different feeling.
That means it was hit by a mountain!
A cliff suddenly crashed down.
The entire cemetery was filled with dust, and the loud bang pierced our eardrums.
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