Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 817 Skywalker is my property

"What the hell! [Dragon] is obviously Peeves, right?

And he is not a [divine body].

Wizards have no concept of this at all.

He has just become a version of the Kingdom of God!

"

Kate complained while watching the video.

Inside Azkaban prison.

"Master, after you are resurrected tomorrow, where will we target first?" Old Mulciber looked serious.

Although he was actually thinking about how to escape.

By the way, here is how the seven of them dealt with other wizards except Dumbledore.

"Target? What nonsense are you talking about?" Voldemort rolled his eyes at Old Mulciber, "Although I will lose my [divine body] after my resurrection, this area will still be my former body.

I'm as invincible here as Dumbledore was at Hogwarts.

Those white wizards from the Order of the Phoenix, as well as the guys who call themselves Dawn, the incarnation of light (Auror, pinch his aurora: Aurora; Dawn), will automatically come to the door like jackals smelling meat.

We just have to wait for the hard work. "

“Don’t we need to recruit giants, vampires, werewolves and other dark creatures as cannon fodder?

What I mean is that we, your servants who will be the ruler of the future world, are asking for everything. Wouldn’t it be too cheap to do it yourself? "

"Are you afraid?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and a fierce red light burst out from the slits in his eyes, "I descended to heaven as a human, and you can also draw part of the power through the mark on my arm.

You are so scared when you enjoy such an honor? "

Ahhhhh!

Old Mulciber huddled on the ground. A black magic fire ignited from the mark on his arm.

The bright red tattoo pattern - a skeleton spitting out a snake from its mouth - has also turned black.

However, this demonic fire seemed to be just to torture him and bring him pain.

Apart from this, there were no signs of burning on his body, and even his robe made of tattered cloth strips was intact.

"Master, I'm just worried. I'm worried that I won't be able to do my best for you.

The Order of the Phoenix are all good players, and those Aurors are not easy to deal with either.

Me, my son, Crouch Jr., Travers, and Rodolphus, the three of them combined, there are only seven. "Old Mulciber said while holding back the pain.

"Isn't 7 the most magical number?

I said that my power is in the Mark of the Dark Devil, and then all you need to do is—"

However, the video is interrupted.

Kate puffed up her face and said, "Why is this the end? I still want to see how Voldemort strengthens his men."

"Too many spoilers would be boring." Ryan put his hand on Kate's head, "Anyway, it will be interesting then. Maybe."

"I will also appear in person and complete the curtain call." Ryan said in his heart.

"Maybe?" Kate bumped into Ryan's stomach.

"It's a secret."

It's been two days now.

But Harry still felt very uncomfortable.

After completing the piece called [Glory of the Warrior], in his sleep, there was always a looming rainbow fart targeting his strength and figure.

These sounds don’t seem to originate only in the present, either.

They seem to blur the boundaries of time.

Ron is no longer obsessed with him now,

When I saw his muscles in the first individual competition, I couldn't help but admire him from time to time.

As a result, now is the time to have unscrupulous contact with Ron.

But he could only keep his distance from Ron.

Because, except that it reminded him of the rainbow fart in his sleep, the most obvious one was Ron's embarrassing voice.

When you are awake, if you are close to the provider of those rainbow farts, the corresponding rainbow fart will sound at the right time.

So, the same goes for Ginny.

"I licked these abs."

"I'm going to lick here next time."

"Harry, my fiancé! Really powerful."

Such a voice lingered in his ears when he came into contact with Ginny.

But these sounds cannot be isolated by any means.

Dumbledore said: "They are voices from the level of your soul.

Even if you pierce your eardrum, you can't stop it. Not even Occlumency, which seals the mind, can stop it.

Only time can silence these voices.

It will take about a week for the title you chose to be fully integrated with you.

These sounds will disappear. "

One week!

But Voldemort's resurrection is very close!

Maybe he is resurrected and these voices are still there.

He didn't want to face Voldemort,

Hearing rainbow farts from Voldemort (if Voldemort had ever looked at his body and subconsciously praised it).

"Oh, he's really a man!" He didn't want to hear Voldemort's voice.

"What's wrong? Harry?"

Time, June 27, 1994, 12 noon.

Location Auditorium.

Neville waved his hand.

"Nothing." Harry swallowed a fried egg.

In this way, he could ignore what sounded in his heart when he looked at Neville, "Oh yeah! Harry's muscles are almost the same as mine!"

Right now, he was so jealous of Krum and the others.

Krum chose [Dakuwaga], and all he left behind were praises for his superb level of transformation.

Unlike Harry's, which were all about his body and strength.

You know, once it has anything to do with the body.

It's inevitable to be obscene.

Harry estimated that within a week, his soul would be yellow.

And Fleur's [Hybrid Veela].

The compliments it leaves behind can also be obscene.

But she has Ryan's help.

These sounds probably wouldn't affect her.

That’s right, Ryan!

Harry looked up suddenly, "Have you seen Ryan?"

"Why do I feel that you are panicking?" Neville frowned, "If you want to find him, just find one of Luna, Hermione, or Fleur Dracula.

No, he probably knows it when we pronounce his name.

If you have a valid reason and he is willing to show up——"

"Neville is right." Ryan coughed.

He's just to Harry's left,

He was slowly drinking a cup of black tea that he got from somewhere.

Next to him was Luna, who always looked surprised.

"Say it, Harry.

If the reason makes sense,

I won’t consider spreading the video of you looking stupid as if you were playing with a knife. "

Ryan put down the black tea.

"That's not called stupidity, that's called poker face.

A neat little trick.

The soul is blunted by the stiffness of the face.

Focus all your attention on the dagger.

Slytherin inheritance comes with the Snake Heart flow. "

"How is the video spread?" Neville had nothing to do with himself and looked curious.

“This is a new product that will be released tomorrow, a new product from the Skywalker Alchemy Workshop.

Portable camera.

You can shoot and import videos and photos.

Listen to music.

By the way, you can also scan text in.

Well, let me tell you a secret by the way, the Skywalker Alchemy Workshop is my property. "

"But isn't Voldemort about to be resurrected? Isn't it inappropriate to start a new one at this time?" Harry said in shock.

I took leave today and went back to Liangping.

I will spend the next three days with my dad at my hometown.

So maybe one update, every day.

ps: Thanks to classmate Yuchi Jinyin, classmate fw999 for the monthly pass and other students for their recommendation and subscription!