Chapter 470 Battle Summary

George waved his hand and said, "It's all gone, let's all go back to rest." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAfter the break, we also need to interrogate Barty Crouch Jr. ”

With that, he ignored the others and followed behind Connelly Fudge, who diligently helped him block everyone.

Led by Cornelius Fudge in front and parting the crowd, George walked through the lawn back to the castle.

The golden sun shone on George's shoulders, lining his tall body, strong muscles, resolute countenance, and a hint of paleness on his face, like the victorious heroes of ancient mythology.

The hero's people chased closely behind the hero, just to feel that warm sense of security.

They kept going, walked through the oak door, and walked into the castle. At the marble steps, George said goodbye to the crowd, "Something, I'll be talking when I wake up." His tone was a little tired.

Seeing his appearance, the others did not continue to bother, because George, who had just left the battle and looked extremely tired. Just looked at his distant back, lingering for a long time with some regret, as if he had lost his backbone.

George returned from the hallway back to his dormitory in Ravenclaw and back to his single quarters.

He locked the door, closed the curtains, and lit the candles. Then he lowered his wand and took off his basilisk robes, taking off all his clothes one by one. He took out a few more stone slabs from the bookshelves and placed them in the center of the dormitory.

Through the dancing candle flame, the cold candlelight shone on George's body, shining on his pale body.

Unlike the unscathed appearance on the surface, George's body was covered with scars when he took off his clothes.

The damage caused by venom corrosion, leaving unsightly potholes, cracks caused by petrified light, like cracked rocks. Even after taking the healing potions, these serious injuries are stubbornly resisting healing.

The muscles of the wound twitched slightly, and the healing agent worked in the body. The potion resonated with George's own magic, trying to drive out the corrosive venom and petrified erosion from the body.

But the tenacious toxin and the petrified curse are like tarsal gangrene, stubbornly resisting the healing effect, and the two opposing forces collide violently, causing a burst of pain.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. George said through gritted teeth.

When fighting, I was engrossed, and my magic was completely concentrated on battle and perception, and these terrible injuries automatically shielded the pain, making people unconsciously hit.

Only after the battle, the state of battle was lifted, and a large amount of healing potions were poured down. The healing potion and the serious injury, two extremely opposing forces, collided violently.

All the pain broke out in an instant, and if he hadn't suppressed it with magic power immediately, he would have just made a fool of himself in front of everyone.

Now out of everyone's sight, he can't help it at this time.

Without further delay, he took out a black and bright gem, which was as black as the universe and as bright as the stars.

He held the gem in his hand, and the words in his mouth were not like the words of the world, looming, and mysterious fluctuations spread out of the gem.

Splashes of ink and juice appeared on his body, spreading all over his body, and the flames of night danced in his body, and he seemed to be shrouded in darkness by a cloud of night.

In a moment, dawn broke, the night began to fade, and the light appeared in him.

It was as if light had overcome darkness, and the smooth skin was revealed little by little. Like a baby's newborn skin, it glows with marble.

When the darkness subsided and the light revived, the ugly potholes caused by venom corrosion, and the cracks and splinters caused by petrified light, all dissipated, leaving only glowing, jade-like skin.

George exhaled deeply, stretched his body vigorously, his new skin was extremely sensitive, he felt the magic everywhere in his body, every pore seemed to be able to inhale air.

"Breaking and then standing, barely counts as a kind of progress in strength. He said lightly.

The previous battle with Voldemort had not been easy, and his Animagus was transformed, although he firmly had the upper hand. But in the end, supernatural powers are inferior to days, and skills are inferior to talents.

The great ape's fighting skills are skillful, and he plays Voldemort like a baseball from beginning to end. After all, the stick can't kill the baseball, and the attack of the giant ape is difficult to really kill, and the demon basilisk that can come and go freely in the earth.

In contrast, the demon basilisk is a natural monster, a monster that is countless times stronger under Voldemort's wisdom. Any attack can be defused by his abundant magic power, and his attack carries fatal damage.

Whether it's the venom of the demon basilisk or the more powerful death gaze, every attack is not to be underestimated, and the damage is constantly accumulating with each attack.

George was certainly playing baseball happily, chasing Voldemort with great authority.

But Voldemort was not at the mercy of others, he was accumulating his advantages little by little, every erosion of the poisonous mist, every parry of the death gaze. He brushed shoulders with victory again and again, but he was always able to keep rubbing shoulders with victory.

This is the innate strength, the absolute strength. He can fail countless times, but George can't afford to make any mistakes. This is the fundamental gap between the human body and the demonic basilisk.

George is the most powerful wizard, but he is only a mortal after all, but Voldemort is no longer a human being, and he truly transcends the limitations of human beings.

As long as we are human beings, our bodies, our brains, our vital points, and our vitality are always greatly limited by our bodies.

As for Voldemort, who is a demonic basilisk, he completely abandoned the human body and seized a powerful body that was more suitable for hunting and killing, and had stronger magical power. This gave Voldemort an unmatched advantage in previous battles.

Abundant magic means greater adaptability, and you can even waste your magic power without any consideration. And his strong vitality allowed him to withstand heavy attacks, withstand the blows of defeat countless times, and get back up countless times to continue to launch terrible attacks.

After all, human beings cannot compare their minions with wild beasts, and they cannot fight their instincts with wild beasts.

But it's all over, no matter how powerful Voldemort is and how many advantages he has, the previous battle was finally won by George, regardless of whether there was a fluke in the battle, whether there was an unexpected factor of a rooster crowing.

But George was a real victory, a victory that was not false at all, he completely defeated the nightmare of the past, the demons that have always been in his heart.

(To be continued.) )