A Max-Level Character Can Do Whatever He Wants

The person is definitely dead... utterly dead, smashed into a meat sandwich.

But it wasn't William who died, it was Harry.

The cliff crashed down, and countless boulders tumbled down. One of them, like a precisely aimed missile, flew towards him.

Harry knew he might die this time, but he never expected it to be in this way.

No,

I can't die!

I am still young.

I haven't avenged myself on Voldemort yet!

Harry roared and pulled at the ropes with both hands, trying to break free of the ropes with his own strength.

He was going to erupt from the brink of despair, unleash a magical riot, and wait for a miracle to happen. He was going to... smack!

Harry is gone.

He went directly from a three-dimensional being to a two-dimensional meat paste.

Malfoy witnessed this and, ignoring his back injury, prepared to Apparition and run away.

As for helping Voldemort... don't be ridiculous, that's a battle he has no right to get involved in.

Didn't you see that others were running faster than him?

Especially Goyle and Black, who were surprisingly intelligent at this point, no longer looking like the silly Briar Bear and Bramble.

Are there no loyal Death Eaters? Of course there are, but they're either dead or in Azkaban.

Malfoy could only hope that Voldemort and Stark would perish together.

Just like thirteen years ago, Voldemort suddenly disappeared.

Wait... if Stark dies, who will inherit his vast fortune?

Wait, he seems to have a wizard sister... Otherwise, why would Draco abandon Pansy to pursue the Stark sister?

"Ouch! "Malfoy cried out in pain.

He was slightly distracted and didn't notice a stone coming at him.

The rock struck Malfoy in the back, sending him spinning several times in the air before he landed.

My back is broken!

Malfoy gritted his teeth, ignoring the possibility of further injury, and Apparition while lying on the ground.

William, covered in soot, also appeared near the Gaunt Shack.

He originally intended to face the cliff head-on, without dodging or flinching, and simply confront it with magic.

The best method, of course, is to unleash a powerful spell to shatter the entire mountain.

But he was overthinking it. A cliff a hundred meters high... that's more than thirty stories high. William didn't have a spell powerful enough to shatter it in one blow.

He's not Ultraman, who can withstand a single whip kick or rely on his body to tough it out.

As expected, the difference in combat power was too obvious when the Dark Lord unleashed his full power.

William needs to remember this moment; after "dying" tonight, he needs to figure out how to break free tomorrow.

Ideally, I'd learn that magic spell so I could smash a mountain into someone's face at the slightest provocation.

William is now like Yang Guo at the summit of Mount Hua.

He learned the martial arts of the Western Poison and the Northern Beggar, demonstrated them, and then had another person break their techniques.

He then went to learn the techniques to counter it.

Leaving the time loop certainly doesn't offer such a good opportunity, but being able to save your game makes all the difference.

Voldemort was also very happy, because he had smashed Potter to death.

That's right, he was the one who pulled that boulder over there. Even though he was fighting Stark, he couldn't let Potter get away.

Voldemort suddenly realized that he had been mistaken. There was no need to use magic or Killing Curse to kill Potter.

He could be killed by a stone or a sword.

Harry's death fueled Voldemort's excitement. This was a gloom that had been building up in his heart for thirteen years.

If they didn't both have psychological trauma, why would he need to kill Potter in front of his servant?

Besides strengthening the faith of believers and making them understand that the Dark Lord is still the same Dark Lord... its greatest function is to help them overcome their own psychological barriers.

It was an obsession... After killing Harry, his mind was completely flawless, utterly fulfilled.

"See that?" Voldemort screamed amidst the explosions. "Harry Potter is dead at my hands! He's no longer a threat to me!"

Voldemort roared loudly, like a madman in the night.

But there wasn't a single listener.

Because all the Death Eaters have run away.

But Voldemort didn't care; all he needed to do now was kill Stark.

As for obedient servants, how many could you possibly lack?

The dog will come back when it's hungry!

Voldemort waved his wand like a conductor of music, then pointed it at the sky.

Black flames soared into the air and burned.

If anyone were watching from a distance, they would surely be shocked and horrified by this terrifying phenomenon.

Fiendfyre began to Transfiguration, turning into a large group of fire-based beasts: Fire Serpent, Chimaera, and fire dragons.

They soared through the sky, rising as if roaring in protest.

Voldemort was still casting Fiendfyre, as if he were a child throwing a tantrum, trying to exhaust all his magic power.

He was showing William, and the world, his... immense power.

He is announcing... the return of the Dark Lord!

This magnificent scene lasted for a full three minutes, and the Fiendfyre flames expanded by several hundred meters.

Voldemort walked rhythmically, step by step, toward William. With each step he took, his bare feet made a series of soft, rhythmic slapping sounds.

The road we have traveled

The scene was one of utter devastation.

When Voldemort arrived not far from William, the heat from the flames distorted the dim light in the sky.

Soon, the wind picked up, dust rose, and a continuous rumble of thunder filled the air.

The Fiendfyre generates updrafts, which in turn produce cumulonimbus clouds.

William was exceptionally adept at leveraging momentum; he raised his wand high, like a lightning rod, drawing in the falling lightning.

This move was learned from Arya Grindelwald.

The lightning struck the flames almost in the blink of an eye, and the Fiendfyre emitted a chaotic, net-like pattern of light.

Lightning pierced the flames, and like a whip, wrapped around Voldemort's arm.

He sneered, raised his wand, and the sleeve of that arm burned away, flickering with residual lightning, before finally turning into a wisp of blue smoke.

Another ball of lightning fell from the sky, like ink splashed on paper, leaving a huge arc.

Voldemort neither dodged nor avoided, but waved his wand, summoning a silver shield from thin air.

The lightning struck the shield, and a loud clang of metal striking metal rang out in front of Voldemort.

The silver shield shattered in mid-air, turning into a cloud of smoke.

The lightning was bounced high into the sky until it disappeared completely into the clouds.

Voldemort, his black robes badly tattered, asked coldly, "Is that all you've got?"

William grinned broadly.

A max-level account can do whatever it wants, especially since it's the original owner of the account and wasn't leveled up by someone else; it's based on the account owner's own skill!

As for William, he's still far from reaching the maximum level, so it's normal that he can't beat him!

But just because he can't beat them now doesn't mean he'll never be able to... He has plenty of time to level up.

A blazing wave of fire descended from the sky, and William opened his arms, charging headlong into the fiery dragon with a frenzied display.

He suddenly remembered something and shouted at Voldemort:

"Tom, I'm here to negotiate with you!"

Voldemort, bewildered, still swung his wand, and Fiendfyre engulfed the ever-smiling young wizard.

William suddenly opened his eyes.

**Sa was crouching on his chest, licking his cheek.

William returned to his dormitory, as if what had just happened was all a dream.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. After a moment, he hugged **Sha and laughed, "Come on, give me a kiss."

**Sasha stretched out her paw, disgustedly blocking William's face, and then smacked him again.

It's as if it's saying: Stay away from me, you stinky man!

William, feeling deeply hurt, left Sarah behind and went straight to the common room to find Hermione after getting up.

He has a girlfriend, why is he kissing the cat?!

William's heart was still pounding after being killed by Voldemort, and he needed Hermione to comfort his wounded soul.

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