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Thinking of this, George stirred up the violent magic in his body, just like beating Tom Riddle in the past, and beat Voldemort more and more easily.

George became more and more comfortable the more he played, and the more he played, the more comfortable he became.

Tom Riddle has no flesh after all, and when he is beaten, he is not as good as Voldemort's fist to the flesh, and his body is as easy as a cowhide band.

Voldemort is not a human body after all, and the body of the basilisk, even when it takes on a human form, still has terrifying protective powers. During George's punches and kicks, he only felt that Voldemort was amazingly elastic, and he was simply the best live target.

"Bang~"

George's fists grew heavier and heavier, and under a heavy blow, Voldemort's body finally couldn't support it.

White, red, all exploded.

The part of Voldemort's head was empty, and under George's iron fist, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The blood mist is glamorous and eerie, with a hint of snow white, like Voldemort's brain.

"Voldemort is dead?"

Ron couldn't help but scream, his eyes widened, "Die, your head is blowing." ”

"The master is dead?"

Bellatrix fell to her knees, tears streaming down her eyes, "Is the master joking?

"Absolutely not," Malfoy said categorically, "the master must be preparing to attack." He secretly rejoiced in his heart, could it be so easy to end the matter.

"Yes, the master is preparing to attack. Bellatrix's eyes widened, searching for Voldemort's tracks.

On the battlefield, Voldemort suddenly exploded, which made George a little puzzled.

"Are you dead?"

George asked casually, and as he spoke, he didn't stop moving.

Furious flames erupted from all around him, and the raging flames, like hell, covered the earth in an instant.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, it instantly turned into a flame hell.

Endless flames scorched the blood mist, devouring all that was left of Voldemort.

"Damn..."

A figure emerged from the shadows, burned by flames, and another Voldemort appeared before George's eyes.

"None of this is dead?"

George glanced lightly at the blurred mass of flesh that had been shattered, and returned his attention to Voldemort in front of him.

Voldemort's skull-like face was even whiter, his eyes were filled with anger, and his body was smaller.

It seems that although he was not killed just now, it was not so comfortable.

"Are you a wizard or a demon?" Voldemort asked through gritted teeth.

He gasped for breath and his heart was pounding. He already overestimated his opponent, but he didn't expect that his understanding of his opponent was still a drop in the bucket.

How can any wizard attack with his fists?

If the Animagus is deformed, it is still in his understanding. The demon ape uses a stick to manipulate the earth, and it is still within the range of magic.

The wizard turned his fist and smashed the enemy's head one by one, where is this still a wizard's battle.

For thousands of years, there has never been a wizard who fought like this.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Voldemort's heart couldn't help but sink, the battle was completely beyond his expectations.

The monster in front of him said it was a wizard, but it was actually more akin to a demon.

The terrain of the desert was originally very suitable for his magic, whether it was the basilisk's control of the earth, or the magic of the terrain, this was his strength.

He didn't believe that his years of accumulation and hard work would lose to a young man.

But at the beginning of the battle, he narrowly escaped from George's continuous attacks, and used life-saving magic to escape.

George's fists seemed child's play, but there was enough magic attached to them.

George threw his punches extremely fast, each punching Voldemort's brain. Dozens of punches per second, mixed with dozens of debilitating curse attacks, were enough to interrupt any resistance from Voldemort.

When unable to concentrate, wizards are as fragile as normal people.

If it were an ordinary wizard, it would only take half a second for George to blow their heads off.

Only Voldemort's inhuman body could withstand George's continuous attacks and escape.

"You can leave this question to the ground and study it. ”

Regarding Voldemort's question, George naturally had no interest in answering, the situation was very good, and he was planning to kill Voldemort in one go.

He hooked his fingers, "The second round begins." ”

Voldemort took a deep breath and shouted angrily, "Don't think you can beat me. ”

George looked at Voldemort contemptuously, "Tom, I know everything about you, I know everything you liked to read the orphanage director Mary Sue novels since you were a child. You don't know anything about me, and this battle, from the very beginning, has no suspense. ”

"Mary Sue, what is that?" Voldemort asked, suspiciously.

George chuckled softly, "You don't need to know that, just enjoy your last few minutes." ”

Seeing George's eagerness, Voldemort did not dare to delay and immediately changed back to his prototype.

A huge serpent appeared in front of George, the basilisk green and revealing its venom-stained teeth, "I must say, you're more terrible than I thought. But combat is never a duel of force, in addition to force, wizards have more wisdom. ”

Facing an unexpected battle, George, who is unfathomable and like a demon. Voldemort no longer had absolute confidence, and he couldn't help but start a verbal offensive.

Voldemort said in a demagogic tone, "Do you really think that I have done nothing but fight?"

"Old fellow, no one wants to listen to your nonsense, let me die. ”

George was ready to attack again.

"Come out, Titans. ”

Voldemort looked at George's iron fist, did not dare to delay, and immediately shouted loudly.

In an instant, four behemoths fell from the desert, smashing up yellow flying in the sky. The four monsters were over thirty feet tall, comparable to the largest Tyrannosaurus rex.

They were all black, like rancid mud, their faces unrecognizable, their teeth turned out, and they let out a low roar.

"See?"

Voldemort's tone was smug, "You think you've killed all the giants, but in fact, I've already dealt with it, and the strongest giants were hidden by me from the beginning." ”

"Fragile toys. George commented coldly.

Voldemort sneered, "To you, they're vulnerable, but what about the weaker wretched? A Titan, enough to kill hundreds of adult wizards." ”

Voldemort had a cruel smile on his face, "I'll let you, those friends who watched you, be torn apart by the giant's hands, chewed one bite at a time, and swallowed slowly." ”