Harry's face was frighteningly white, almost as white as Dudley standing across from him.

He looked at the pistol that had fallen to the ground in disbelief, and his heart was pounding.

A little, just a little, Dudley would be killed by his own hands.

Just a little bit, he'll be a murderer.

However, this is not the most unacceptable to him.

Looking at Dudley's frightened face, Harry found a glimmer of pleasure in his heart.

If it was in normal times, he would be extremely happy to see Dudley like this.

But now, seeing Dudley almost lose his life, he was horrified to find that he didn't have many emotions in his heart, such as fear and fear.

On the contrary, he even felt a hint of pity.

Harry was frightened, frightened by his own heart.

Karl looked at Harry, who was pale, and then at Dudley, who was stupefied not far away, and bent down to pick up the gun from the ground, and swiped it in his hand, and checked his original one.

The weight is exactly the same.

If you look closer, you can see that even the scratches on the gun are not bad.

The pinnacle of replication spells.

When he was in school before, he had nothing to do, and he had improved the copying spell to a certain extent.

Talented young wizards can more or less invent or transform magic on their own, although there are not many such students, but they can produce a few every year, like Lily and Snape when they were students.

However, there are very few that can really push a spell to its limits.

Voldemort did it.

With his strength, which is far weaker than at its peak.

Looking at the two guns in his left and right hands expressionlessly, Karl thought about it, and without warning, raised his hand to shoot -

Shine on Voldemort's head.

"Bang!"

The gunfire sounded like a muffled drum, and Carl didn't look at the results.

If anyone thinks that Voldemort can be killed with one shot, it is probably not ordered.

The moment the gunshot rang out, a spherical cover enveloped Voldemort's entire body, and the yellow light representing the bullet hit the cover, causing a ripple like water ripples.

Karl ignored all of this, looked at the two identical pistols in his hand, and smiled unconsciously.

......

Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out as the first rays of the morning sun shone through the windows of the top floor of the Burrow's crooked masonry house.

"Come on, boys, it's a big day, you don't want to miss the game because you're late, do you?"

Immediately afterward, the entire partition began to get busy.

Ron sat up from his bed sleepily, a single bed in the small room, and a poster of the Chadri artillery team on the opposite wall.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There was a knock at the door, followed by Mrs. Weasley's voice outside the door.

"Hurry up and have breakfast Ron, you don't want to miss the game, do you?"

As soon as Ron's head cleared, he immediately remembered what day it was, and quickly jumped out of bed.

When Ron got out of the room after eating his clothes, he happened to see his two older brothers.

George and Fred, the twins, in this world, the only one who can clearly distinguish the two is Carl, and sometimes even their mother, Mrs. Weasley, can be mistaken.

"Good morning, my dear little brother. One of George and Fred said with a smile.

Ron rolled his eyes and ignored them.

But immediately, as if he remembered something, he looked at the two brothers suspiciously.

"Why are you two still at home, don't you have to go to the venue in advance?"

Although almost all the teachers and students of the school participated in the national team trials a year ago, only two people from the nearly 1,000-person team of teachers and students were successfully selected for the national team lineup, and these two people are George and Fred.

The twins looked at each other and smirked.

"You don't know that, my dear little brother......"

As he spoke, George pulled out a stone carved with a blue spiral pattern.

"This is, Hearthstone?!"

Ron's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at his two older brothers.

"Really Hearthstone?"

"Of course it's the real Hearthstone, little Ronnie, and it functions the same as the Hearthstone described by Carl—"

George smiled and handed the stone to Ron, who reached out to grab it, but immediately took it back.

"Hey, I'm your brother, can't I see it?"

Ron said dissatisfied.

The twins looked at each other and said in unison, "Of course...... No way. ”

Ignoring Ron's disgruntled eyes, Fergude said with a grin, "This is the exclusive portkey of the national team, all members of the national team can use it to go directly to the venue, no need to wait, there is a limited edition for each person, if you break it, it will be bad." ”

With that, the twins looked at each other and nodded.

"It's almost time. ”

"Looks like we're going to have to go. ”

After speaking, each of them held a piece of Hearthstone and gently pinched it with his fingers, and then saw a faint green light on the two of them.

"See you later, our dear little brother. ”

After a few more seconds, the two of them disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Looking at where the two had disappeared, Ron said angrily.

Ron was sure that George and Fred were definitely deliberately showing off in front of him.

......

Harry hadn't slept all night, and the whole street had been woken up by Aunt Penny's screams last night when he had followed Carl and his cousin Tom back to Uncle Vernon's house.

Tom, Harry had heard Carl call his cousin's name when he burst into his room in the morning, but for some reason, Harry was always a little resistant to the name, and he didn't even want to mention it in his heart.

Dudley didn't remember anything, much to Harry's relief.

He remembered the magic and forgot it.

As he watched a flash of bright light, and Dudley went from frightened to demented, he could probably guess what the magic was for, not to mention that Karl had recited the spell.

Somehow, intuitively, Harry thought that Carl might have deliberately recited the incantation just to hear it to him.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon helped Dudley to the couch and shushed him, rubbed his chest and back, and it took half a night to get Dudley's half-lost soul back.

When Dudley's face finally returned to normal, he lay on the couch and fell asleep, and the sky was already dark.

"Boy, get over here!" said Vernon Dursley to Harry, who had been standing next to him for the night.

Afraid of waking Dudley, Vernon tried desperately to keep his voice down, but anyone could hear the anger in his voice.

At this time, he was so angry that he no longer cared about his nephew's relationship with Carl, who had also watched on the side all night, and he wanted to make this kid look good.

However, at this moment, the TV in the corner of the living room has not been turned off, and the morning news has been broadcast at this time.

I don't know what I heard, several hosts who were originally joking with each other on the stage suddenly pressed the headphones on their ears at the same time, and the expressions on their faces were correct at the same time, and then became heavy.

"Now insert a news that there is a vicious *** incident in the Little Whitking district of Surrey County, the suspect Martin maliciously murdered his wife at home, and the police found an unknown religious ceremony in the basement of the suspect's home......"

Speaking of this, the picture turns, and I see an unidentified formation painted by dark red liquid in the gray basement, inside the yellow seal, and a black crockpot-like thing is placed in the center of the formation, surrounded by candles.

“...... At present, the whereabouts of the suspect's daughter are unknown. ”

Vernon, who was about to attack, stopped and looked at the television at the same time as his wife, after all, the crime took place in their neighborhood, and maybe not even far from their home.

Harry was also watching, and when the host talked about the suspect's daughter, his heart chuckled, and he immediately looked at Karl to confirm his suspicions.

I saw Carl staring intently at the TV, his face ugly.