"Slipped~"

After letting the lucky man go back to pull the hatred, Harry changed his previous evil and crazy appearance, and instantly played, although the role-playing needs to be serious, don't really think of yourself as Voldemort.

Looking at the corpses that had fallen to the ground all around, he didn't feel anything cruel.

The so-called treasure hunters and bounty hunters who are mixed in the North American realm will definitely slip through the net every other shot, and those who are famous, such as the team that died first in the inner circle, really have nothing clean on them.

Even if they were a group of kind-hearted and naïve treasure hunters when they came here, after fighting in the big dye vat of North America, none of the dead people could get back to their original appearance.

"Maybe we could go a little further?"

Looking at the counterfeit Longinus Gun in his hand, Harry thought with some hesitation, to be honest, he did make a little noise now, but he didn't do it hard enough, he was trying to make so many things out of Voldemort in order to make some trouble.

"If you don't do things perfectly, if that guy comes to North America, won't you be able to just pick up a ready-made? I've helped him scare him, and the process of becoming famous can be omitted, which is not good. ”

Harry, who was still thinking about letting the Wizarding Congress go, was convinced that he would at least put a nail in Voldemort here, completely cutting off the possible compromise and pitfalls between the Wizarding Congress and Voldemort.

A fake Longinus Spear can't be real, but Grindelwald's fakes aren't anything ordinary, just as Dumbledore can use his Elder Wand to restore someone else's broken spell that would otherwise be impossible to repair, and the Lance of Longinus also has extraordinary powers beyond other spellcasting mediums, even if it hasn't been processed correctly, it already has extraordinary power in its own right.

This fake has a fraction of the qualities of the genuine product that will be consumed, and in the previous battle, its durability was almost a tenth or so, which was not Harry's estimate, but the intelligence from the blonde brother, which could be trusted.

"Can you still cast the last three spells?" Harry poured his magic into this high-figurine spear, and when the Awakened mana penetrated through it, he clearly felt a feeling of overwhelm, unlike the normal wizard's pale blue magic, Harry's iron-gray Awakened mana was too strong, and the pressure on this imitation was also greater.

"It's better to have only one chance to cast a spell, at least you don't have to worry about recycling."

His body was once again wrapped in black fog, Voldemort's black fog flying spell is really great, no one would have imagined that this flying spell that looks more black than black magic is actually a floating spell improved from the first grade freshman learning, but the difference between the two spells is huge, and the iterative improvement in the middle does not know that there are hundreds of versions, and it is completely incompatible, but the core of the spell has not changed.

In the wizarding world, improving spells and inventing new spells are completely different concepts, but that's for later.

The belated Auror rushed to the wilderness full of dead bodies after getting the news, and the lucky one who was put back by Harry did not dare to disobey the terrible demon in the slightest, he honestly went to report the situation to the Magic Congress, and even prepared himself to be detained, at least it was better to be imprisoned than to meet the demon on the road, and the ghost knows if the next massacre would drag him in.

Smiling and smiling gracefully, and then destroying everything with a monstrous requisition spell, Voldemort has become one with the words perverted and twisted psychopath, madman, and so on.

Even a well-informed senior Auror couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he saw the scene in front of him, he once seemed to have heard of the name Voldemort, after all, Britain and the United States are one family, even if there is a tendency for Lao Tzu's son to take turns, but the relationship between the American Magic Congress and the Ministry of Magic in England is quite good.

"He only used two killing curses to kill nearly a hundred people here?"

In silence, Captain Auror asked with difficulty.

"Yes, yes, his life-seeking spell is not a thin green light, it is a light cannon several meters thick! The whole night sky was lit up by the green light, and when I turned around, I saw that they were all dead, falling from the rockets one by one, and falling to the ground like rain. ”

The trembling man closed his eyes tightly, as if once he opened them, everything he had seen before him would repeat itself in front of him.

"You can take my memories, it's better not to leave them for me at all, use the Deception to take the mind, and use it to forget it!"

His shackled hand grabbed Captain Auror's arm, and a tremor passed through his hand.

After hearing such a statement, the crowd fell silent, originally thinking that the dispatch of the Aurors with six squads was safe, and there would be nothing that could not be dealt with, but if the truth was really what this guy said

The Aurors scattered a little, vigilantly observing their surroundings and not daring to be careless for a moment.

Suddenly, Captain Auror pulled out a strange device from his bosom that was constantly vibrating, and his face turned pale at this moment.

"We were deceived! That guy went to headquarters! ”

"The sixth squad stayed behind to protect the scene! The others come with me! ”

"I'm not going back! I don't want to go back with you! I'm going to stay here! I'm not going! ”

The lucky one who led the way let out a hysterical shout, perhaps because the Aurors didn't take him away and left him with the Sixth Squad who had stayed.

Thousands of miles away, at the headquarters of the Magic Congress, countless Aurors have received the news and started an emergency assembly, and for wizards who can use phantom shifting to move quickly, even if they are thousands of miles away, it only takes a few seconds to quickly support and arrive.

As the Auror Captain returned with his troops, they happened to see the man wrapped in the black mist, bathed in the golden light of the morning sun, raising his right hand, which held a crude short spear.

The iron-gray Awakened mana was continuously extracted at this moment, and with the chanting of the spell, it frantically gathered in this short spear.

Even if other wizards couldn't see the existence of magic with their naked eyes, the undisguised terrifying fluctuations of magic power still made people's hearts beat wildly, and before the Aurors who came to support could make any moves, a sudden flash of red light bloomed in the air!

"Boom Blast!"

Harry finished chanting the incantation, and threw out the short spear in his hand with all his magical power, and the terrifying force gave the short spear extreme speed, and the concrete floor could not stop it for even a moment.

After two faint dull sounds, Harry vanished into the sky, and the roar of the explosion resounded through the sky at this moment!

With nearly fifty times the increase in magic, the maximally enhanced blasting spell was pushed to its peak, the glass windows in a radius of hundreds of meters were shattered by the violent explosion in an instant, the towering 57-story building seemed to have undergone a wild craniotomy, tons of debris formed into the petals of the ceremonial flower, and under the unbelievable trembling gaze of the people, the burst of fire pushed the smoke and dust, and a mushroom cloud composed of gray mist quietly bloomed.

It would be the worst terrorist attack in the history of the Wizarding Congress, enough to add an indelible layer of shame to their already thin history books.

[This is the price of offense]

The rising mushroom cloud dispersed and formed such a line of handwriting, like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the hearts of everyone present.

"Will it scare too much?"

A few kilometers away, Harry drank the antidote to the Polyjuice Potion and watched the smoke rise in the distance with his chin pinched.

"It doesn't matter, if they find out that the real Voldemort is actually in vain, then they will probably chase it more vigorously."

Harry grinned, "Persimmon picks soft pinch, it makes sense." ”

(End of chapter)