Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

After Voldemort got angry, Zhang Huowang had just used his wand to dissect a centaur that died under the Cruciatus Curse.

The centaur's corpse was still warm, and pungent blood was everywhere.

"Strange, there is nothing abnormal about the body tissues of these centaurs."

"Then how do they get their high magic resistance?"

Zhang Huowang muttered to himself, and finally gave up on exploring the truth, planning to talk about it later.

Gu Shengqiu was still sleeping.

Zhang Huowang hesitated for a while, and finally took off the red velvet dress.

Don't get me wrong, I just use it to wipe the blood on my hands.

Exactly at this time.

"Ooooooooooo!"

Accompanied by a werewolf's howl, there were dense sounds of crawling arthropods.

What followed was a strong fishy smell.

"coming!"

Zhang Huowang curled his lips, added two more iron armor spells to himself, and quietly stared into the depths of the dense forest.

In this hour, he not only replenished his magic power, but also blessed himself with a total of twenty extreme iron armor spells.

These armor spells were like pieces of invisibility cloak, wrapping Zhang Huowang airtight.

Come on, come on, Death, tell me, how will I die?

In response to the boy's provocation, the God of Death launched the first wave of attacks.

Thousands of baby eight-eyed spiders the size of a human head rushed toward the boy crazily.

In just the blink of an eye, the surface of Zhang Huowang's body was covered by dense spiders and turned into a small mountain.

Through the gaps, you can faintly see the sharp limbs and the blue-white shimmer of the iron armor curse.

Within ten seconds, the first iron armor curse was broken.

After Zhang Huowang finished the test, he raised the magic wand in his hand.

"Firefire is coming!"

Dark green flames appeared out of thin air and turned into a three-headed giant snake, biting crazily among the spiders.

All of a sudden, all the white snow on the Forbidden Forest ground was evaporated into water vapor, covering the area with a layer of thick fog.

Under the scorching heat, the spiders made a squeaking sound, along with the ever-present burning smell.

"Children, go!"

With a hoarse roar, the spider swarm scrambled back.

But for a moment, the scene was empty.

"Human, Aragog apologizes to you. Hagrid was captured by them, and I had no choice but to do so."

Through the thick fog, Zhang Huowang saw an extremely huge eight-eyed spider.

Aragog, Hagrid's pet from childhood, is much larger than shown in the movie.

It is as high as a five-story building.

Zhang Huowang gently lowered his head and withdrew Li Huo, who was chasing the spiderlings.

The Acromantula's reproductive ability is extremely strong, and it won't take long to make up for tonight's losses.

So Aragog was not too heartbroken. After nodding his thanks again, he quietly left with the remaining 1000 spiderlings.

But Zhang Huowang didn't have much breathing room. Soon, the next crisis came.

Dozens of one-meter-thick locust trees crashed down.

Zhang Huowang frowned and said as he should: "Back off, back off!"

The casting principles of verbal spells and spells are different, but the effect on ordinary items is not bad.

Without wasting any magic power, these ordinary locust trees without magic power spread out, revealing dozens of werewolves lurking behind them.

Each werewolf has a huge body of three meters tall, with all muscles under the silver-white hair.

This kind of pure-blood werewolf with high magic resistance and sharp fangs and claws is a natural assassin, and of course it is extremely fast.

In just a blink of an eye, the first round of culling was just around the corner.

"Boom boom boom..."

Dozens of sharp claws the size of washbasins set off a gust of fishy wind, shattering the five-layer iron armor curse with overwhelming force.

Even Dumbledore couldn't bear this level of attack, right?

While Zhang Huowang was thinking, he stood in the blue-white light that turned into dust, holding his wand high with an indifferent expression.

At the moment of life and death, black magic is naturally the most useful.

The soul-stealing curse is the best curse to deal with these assassins.

As the only one of the three unforgivable curses that can be resisted by relying on willpower, once it is successfully cast, its effect is also very significant.

Not only can it control the actions of the cursed person, it can even give the cursed person the ability to reach a far higher level than itself.

His thoughts were fleeting, and Zhang Huowang chanted softly: "The limit, the soul leaves the body!"

A round of dazzling silver light erupted from the top of the wand, surging like ocean waves, enveloping all the werewolves.

The super high magic resistance of pure-blood werewolves is no weaker than that of trolls.

But in front of Zhang Huowang, who understands the nature of magic power, it is like a thin film that can be broken with a poke.

In an instant, the situation reversed!

The werewolves stagnated. After struggling in vain, a happy smile appeared on the dog's face, and they all stood behind Zhang Huowang.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, but Zhang Huowang couldn't laugh.

Because ten feet away in front of him stood two people.

One is an old man who looks gloomy but has a frightened face, and the other is the devil Figuro who is still under the spell and smiling stupidly.

What made Zhang Huowang feel heavy was that in the hands of Stullo, the thing used to hold Figuro hostage was a dagger!

The same dagger that killed Zhang Huowang that he had seen in the life simulation screen!

The blade is ten inches long, and the handle at the end is wrapped in black shark skin.

Zhang Huowang smiled solemnly and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, tell me, where did you get this dagger?"

Stullo was still in great shock and did not react.

He never knew that he was actually dealing with such a monster!

A blast of fierce fire drove away thousands of eight-eyed spiders, something his master Voldemort could do.

But, a soul-stealing curse controlled dozens of pure-blood werewolves?

What the hell...you call this the Imperius Curse?

Stullo swallowed, and the dagger in his hand exerted force, and the sharp blade opened a gash in Figullo's skin.

"Don't come here! Otherwise I will kill him!"

"This goblin is your subordinate, right! It must be your subordinate!"

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

This bad old man couldn't speak well. How did Voldemort fall in love with him?

Or are all current villains so defeated?

Zhang Huowang rubbed his slightly painful temples, which was the sequelae of continuously releasing magic spells.

He could only comfort him again: "I won't go there, I won't go there."

"Tell me where this dagger came from."

Stullo replied subconsciously: "Dagger? This is a very ordinary dagger I use to handle potions."

Zhang Huowang nodded thoughtfully, adjusted the magic frequency, and spoke as if guiding a child.

"Your master asked you to come here? He must have something to do with me, right?"

The young man's voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, which calmed down Stullo's mood slightly.

He said subconsciously: "Yes, the great master asked me to come to you. He is afraid that you will get lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, Stu Luo suddenly woke up.

There's something wrong with this boy!He's casting a spell on me!

Zhang Huowang saw this and stopped forcing it. This was just a small application of the soul-stealing curse.

"In that case, let's go and take me to see your master."

After saying that, Zhang Huowang blessed Gu Shengqiu, who was still sleeping, with several defensive spells. The butler was still useful.

Turning around and looking around, Stu Luo was still standing there blankly, like an idiot.

"lead the way!"

"Oh, this way please."

If the werewolf behind Zhang Huowang was awake, they would definitely be confused.

When did dark wizards become so polite?