Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

A true warrior dares to face the bleak life, and also dares to face his smelly wizard robe.

When Zhang Huowang chose to face death and fight with Voldemort.

In the bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts, two warriors also lifted up their trouser pockets.

"Grumpy..."

Dumbledore's abdomen was still thundering. He held his hands weakly on the white porcelain wall, and his legs were still shaking after he stood up.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue squatting, it's just that he can't.

Just now, Professor McGrady stood at the door of the bathroom and told him everything about tonight in a ceremonial roaring letter.

This is undoubtedly bad news for Dumbledore.

The reason why he readily gave Phoenix blood to Zhang Huowang was because he wanted Voldemort, who was thirsty for Phoenix blood, to restrain Zhang Huowang and prevent the young boy from misbehaving with his magic power.

But now this situation has gone beyond Dumbledore's expectations.

Even with the thunder in his stomach, the old man still picked up his belt and prepared to go to the Forbidden Forest to play his role as a protector.

Dumbledore forced a smile: "Professor Snape, I'm going to the Forbidden Forest, so I won't accompany you."

"Grumpy..."

Snape put on his belt expressionlessly and nodded.

"Headmaster Dumbledore insisted on going to the Forbidden Forest..."

"Then it would be rude if I squat down any further. I'll accompany you."

Dumbledore: "...Okay. Remember to bring toilet paper."

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The time came to 22 o'clock, and there were only 30 minutes left before the death time given by the system.

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, Zhang Huowang, with dozens of werewolf bodyguards, finally met Professor Quirrell, or Voldemort.

He glanced around, his eyes lingering on the unconscious Filch and Lady Cat.

He knew very well that what was to follow was a battle between wizards, and in this situation, the appearance of a Muggle security guard from Hogwarts could not be justified.

Zhang Huowang did not continue to think deeply, but turned to look at Voldemort and greeted him warmly.

"Hello, little Yakuza!"

Little Bastard, translated in British as littlebastard, Voldemort certainly understands it.

He calmed down for a while, barely maintaining his elegant tone.

"Hello, Zhang Huowang, thank you for your phoenix blood, which has brought me back to my prime."

It turns out to be Phoenix blood...I had completely forgotten about this...

Dumbledore, you old cunt!

Zhang Huowang understood and nodded: "Can you tell me why Mr. Filch appears here?"

Voldemort took a deep breath and waved to Sturro.

Stu Luo only felt a little toothache. Aren't you going to fight? Why are you still making things up?

But he could only explain: "Mr. Zhang, when I sneaked into the Forbidden Forest, Filch was drinking with Hagrid, so I drugged him and captured him together."

Zhang Huowang nodded, this was another surprise.

Voldemort held his wand, slowly walked ten feet in front of Zhang Huowang, and asked again.

"You may not know my identity yet, I am..."

No, I know exactly who you are.

Zhang Huowang smiled and took over the words: "You are a little brat."

Voldemort has always attached great importance to his reputation. It can be a bad reputation, but it must not be stained. Otherwise, how can he be the Dark Lord?

But Voldemort was still lifeless.

Compared with the dispensable eighth Horcrux, Voldemort wanted to conquer this talented young man and carved the Dark Mark of the Death Eater on the boy's left hand.

So after Voldemort calmed down, he spoke again: "Then can you tell me why you called me Yakuza?"

Zhang Huowang was shocked. There was still such a request?

Isn't this just sending your face over for him to hit?

Satisfy him!

"Because you don't understand the true meaning of the Dark Lord."

"If you don't have the power to suppress everything, then you have to talk about the background when you come out to hang out."

"But which path are you on? Apart from the Death Eaters who have their own agendas, who else supports you?"

"Do you understand sociology? Do you understand economics? Do you understand politics?"

"So, you are just a little brat who has no power and is dazzled by immortality."

Zhang Huowang actually knew my identity, and what he said seemed to make sense.

According to this statement, it seems that I am really a little loser.

Voldemort was silent, as if there were ants crawling on him.

But after seeing the ridicule on Zhang Huowang's lips, he quickly became angry.

You are amazing!You are noble!

Do you know what kind of bullying I suffered in the wizarding world? ?

My soul is broken now!I'm a fucking loser!

So what if no one supports it!So what if you don’t understand political wisdom! ?

I just want to chase the highest step by step!

I want to be the immortal Dark Lord!

Conquer what? I want to kill this mudblood!

Without another word, Voldemort gracefully raised his wand.

"avadakedavra!"

The innocent souls howled, and the green light was dazzling.

A beam of light as thick as an arm, with no magic power leaking out, slammed into Zhang Huowang.

The death curse was hit, but it seemed like it was missed.

Because a blue-white light curtain appeared on the surface of Zhang Huowang's body, which successfully offset the life-killing curse.

He had already deduced the Ultimate Iron Armor Curse to the point where it could protect against the Unforgivable Curse.

Voldemort was dumbfounded. Since he learned the Death Curse, this was the first time in his life that he had returned without success, and it was his first experience of belonging.

"Is this the Iron Armor Curse?"

Zhang Huowang smiled and nodded: "Are you surprised? Don't be impatient."

"For iron armor spells like this, in total, I have blessed 22 in total before, and now I have 15 left."

Voldemort was dumbfounded and stood there, unable to raise or put down the wand in his hand.

dilemma.

Zhang Huowang added fuel to the fire again. He lowered his head and looked at the ground, pretending to be at the mercy of others.

"Put a little effort, I'm fine."

He's certainly not a masochist.

For others, each release of the Unforgivable Curse requires extreme emotion.

Especially Voldemort, even though he briefly reached his peak, his soul state was still unstable.

Each life-killing curse he releases does not injure the enemy a thousand times and damage himself eight hundred, but it is almost enough.

Calculating it this way, Zhang Huowang would naturally make a profit by using the eternal iron armor curse to offset the life-killing curse that Voldemort spent his magic power to release.

As a result, one death curse after another flashed in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"avadakedavra!"

"avadakedavra!"

...

After using ten death curses, Voldemort finally reacted.

This boy is using aggressive tactics!

"Yes, I am indeed using the provoking method."

Zhang Huowang seemed to have read through his mind and smiled.

"We in the East have an old saying, Confucius said: Once it comes, let it be at peace."

"The English translation means that since you are here, you can be buried here."

Voldemort, who continued to use the Death Curse, was a little confused at this time, unable to understand the boy's words, and naturally had no feedback.

Zhang Huowang smacked his lips in regret: "It's my turn now."

"avadakedavra!"