Why can a mage only cast spells with a wand with one hand?

"From a gaming point of view, it doesn't make sense...... At least as a wizard, you should use your other free hand. ”

Young Master Malfoy, an Internet addict, said: "Because his other hand can hold a sword to defend against enemies, if you look at Gandalf, a model in the mage world, he can swing a sword with one hand and cast spells with the other, which proves one point - dual cultivation of magic and martial arts is the best choice for wizards!" ”

"Holy! Our master doesn't need to learn the skills of a barbarian, the master is a cow, and the master is a dick! ”

Crabbe, a veteran running group enthusiast, coldly expressed his ridicule of the non-grandfather profession.

"No way, you can't say two spells at the same time, and if you get too distracted when casting spells, you'll be knocked down by someone else's stun spell, unless you learn to think about two things at the same time."

Goyle, who had a more amiable personality, pushed his glasses and said a more reliable method.

"Harry, you can also try the Personality Dissociation Charm, which is the one taught by Professor Carl Jung in psychology class (a ghost summoned by spiritism) to put an extra personality in your brain, although it may cause temporary confusion in your mind, but it will also give you the ability to think double......"

Thanks to the help of the ghost instructor, he finally mastered the true seal of the Twin Staff Stream.

(Actually, I knew that the Dissociation Charm was so difficult to learn, so I didn't say that I would listen to Draco and equip myself with a few more self-disciplined manipulators, although I couldn't cast spells with a wand, and I could solve the problem with a gun...... ）

Deep down, despite his deep remorse, he tried his best to cast spells on Peter Pettigrew.

It was at this time that Voldemort, who was held in Pettigrew's arms, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and most of its body was exposed from its black robe, its back was bare, black and red, without hair, and it had scales on its surface.

And its face was flat, snake-like heads, its arms and legs were thin and fragile, and it had a pair of flickering red eyes.

"Rubbish! You bunch of shit! ”

"Two adult wizards...... I can't clean up a little ghost, it's you, little Barty, you're so stupid to be knocked to the ground by such a little ghost. ”

"I'm sorry, my master."

The polyjuice decoction used for the transformation loses its effect, Moody's disguise disappears, and Barty Jr. returns to his original form.

He raised his wand and joined the fray again.

Voldemort condensed the remaining magic and helped the two of them suppress Harry Potter, who was wielding a two-rod stream.

After a fierce fight, Harry Potter is captured, Peter Pettigrew, who wears a cape, subdues him with magic, and a statue of death on a huge tombstone is brought to life, trapped with open hands.

Harry Potter struggled, but soon realized that it was useless, and he lowered his head to see the name on the tombstone by the flickering glimmer of his wand that had fallen to the ground, Tom Riddle.

"It's finally time for this day, let's get started!"

At Voldemort's urging, Peter Pettigrew and Barty Jr. pushed a cauldron toward the tombstone, which seemed to be filled with water—Harry could tell from the sound of the splash—and the steamer was the largest Harry had ever seen in his life, large enough to fit a grown man.

Voldemort smiled, after so many years, he finally got his wish, and Harry Potter also fell into his hands.

"O father's bones, infinitely giving...... Give your son a chance to be born again! ”

Click!

The graveyard at Harry's feet cracked.

Horrified, he saw a beautiful puff of dust rise into the air under Pettigrew's spell, and gently fall into the cauldron, the water in the cauldron cracking.

Sizzle.

Sparks splash.

The surface of the water turned a bright, poisonous deep blue.

Now Pettigrew began to whimper under his breath, and from inside his clothes, he pulled out a long, narrow, bright silver sword.

"O servant's meat, give it willingly, give your master a chance to be born again!"

Peter Pettigrew cut off one of his own hands and fell into the pot, followed by a disgusting splash.

"The blood of the enemy...... Conquered by force...... You will ...... Resurrect your opponent ......"

Through this stab Harry, blood dripped out, and the final step of resurrection was completed.

Whoa! The black silhouette of a man, tall and thin, slowly rises from the inside of the steam pot.

The tall, lanky man stepped out of the pot and stared at Harry...... Harry also stared at the ugly face that had plagued him with nightmares for three years—a face paler than a skull, large black-red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and many cracks in his nostrils.

Voldemort is back.

"I'm back again."

Voldemort sneered, he put on his black robes, and in high spirits, he held his wand and felt the familiar magic flowing through his body.

It's such a wonderful feeling that the greatest wizard of all time is back in this world once again.

I want to fulfill my ambitions! The world should be under my order, and I should rule it!

Suddenly, just after Voldemort's resurrection, the moment of complacency, the unexpected happened.

In an instant, a blue light appeared in the sky, filling the sky like an aurora, which was a vision brought about by the directional teleportation technique directly through the fixed point teleportation by combining the large phantom shifting and the portkey, and the hordes of dragons were sent over.

Shout!

A magical firework rose into the sky, revealing the face of a functional, relatively serious officer with a typical British bureaucratic style.

The magic in this alarm fireworks caused the officer to open his mouth and speak to the four people below: "This is the East Sussex Police Department, we have a report...... There are serious breaches of the Implementation of the Magic in East Sussex, the Underage Unlawful Use of Magic Regulations, and the Safe Standards for the Use of Magic, in accordance with the provisions of the law...... The authorities have the right to investigate you! ”

At the same time, thirty dragons in hard scale armor descended from the sky, their hard iron claws falling to the ground, and their bodies stood upright with their legs tightly bent.

Each dragon was hideous-looking, covered in bulletproof armor, wearing a protective helmet on his head, and his mouth either spewed out high-temperature steam or spit out balls of flames, which looked fierce and terrifying.

This is a new breed of artificially bred military dragon, born from the genes of the Welsh green dragon and the Hungarian tree bee - unlike the common fire dragon, this newly bred dragon species is called the "wisdom dragon", and their intelligence is very high, they are born with the intelligence of human children, and as they get older, their intelligence rises to an astonishing level.

At the insistence of animal protection and human rights groups, British law stipulates that after completing 25 years of military service, military dragons can be granted certain citizenship rights and enjoy national treatment, and they can also transfer from the military to serve in civilian institutions.

The armed dragon police are the regular police force of the British police department, each of which has a professional certificate issued by the government, and is sent to work in the military and political departments by the British artificial dragon breeding and service organization, and they are properly the country's elite civil servants.

"Human wizards, lay down your wands."

The fire dragon, the civil servant, gave a fire-breathing sneeze, swept around it, and then looked at the wounded Harry Potter.

“…… We are the Royal Police Officers and you have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be evidence in court! ”