Harry Potter and Master of Magic

Azkaban! The sturdy magic prison blasted to pieces, and a group of people walked out of the shadow behind the gap.

The first was a woman with a haggard face and crazy eyes. Bellatrix Lestrange was wearing a prison uniform, poking out his head cautiously and looking around.

The dementors turned a blind eye to her, which made her a little dazed. After a while, she murmured, "The Dementor is no longer doing his duty? Is this the smell of freedom?" Suddenly, she laughed up to the sky, tears coming out of her smile.

Her eyes are still so crazy...

"Your master is still waiting for you..." A voice sounded abruptly, interrupting Bellatrix's wild laugh.

Then, the figure of the black-robed warlock lined up the dementors and floated in front of Bellatrix from the air.

"Who are you?" Bellatrix stared at the black-robed warlock with crazy eyes: "Did you blow up the cage?"

"You can call me Yuer," the black-robed warlock said in a low voice: "I am your master's ally. Your master may be in trouble. Now you must help him."

"Allies?" Bellatrix said disdainfully, "He never needed allies."

"Really?" The black-robed warlock said coldly: "That is the past. His enemies now are far more powerful than in the past. And... they found the mystery of his immortality." Bellatrix was taken aback and stared. The black-robed warlock asked: "Are you really his ally? Why should I trust you?" The black-robed warlock said nonchalantly: "You can't believe me, and I don't care if your master is alive. He is dead. I can find the next collaborator. Your master is not irreplaceable." Bellatrix's eyes became even more crazy when he heard this.

She roared: "Where? Where is he?" The black-robed warlock shook his head and said, "You are like you, but you can't help him-you are too weak! Now there is a chance in front of you, I can make you very Quickly restore prosperity, but at a certain price."

"What's the price?" Bellatrix said coldly, "As long as I can help him, I'm willing to do anything!"

"Bellatrix!" said a prisoner: "Don't promise too soon, who knows what bad intentions he has?" Bellatrix turned to look at the prisoner and said fiercely: "Morseb! You don't have to pay those prices, but you have to bear some consequences yourself." The prisoner called Morsebe took a timid step back.

Bellatrix no longer paid attention to his cowardly colleagues, but looked at the black-robed warlock again.

"So, what price do I have to pay?" She said madly: "If it's a life, it won't work, I have to save my life to help him!" The black-robed warlock slowly raised his hand and placed it in his dry palm. , Is floating a drop of blood exuding rich black paint.

The appearance of this drop of blood brought great pressure to everyone.

"What is this?" Bellatrix asked: "It can restore us to strength?" The black-robed warlock faintly said: "Taking the blood of God, you will get more powerful power. But there is a price to pay. , Youth, beauty, health, reason... as long as you have it, you may lose it." Bellatrix laughed up to the sky again, and said after she had laughed enough: "Then hurry up! We are not in a hurry. Time?"...The cemetery.

The fierce battle continued, and Zhang Hao and Voldemort each showed their magical powers. A wave of powerful magic shook hands and shook the rest, messing up this resting place.

The Death Eaters' battle with Lorana was also very hot. Most of the Death Eaters are not very strong, but a few of them are indeed duel masters.

They played with Lorana, and no one could do anything for a while. Neither side dared to approach the battlefield of Zhang Hao and Voldemort, it was terrible there!

Accidentally hitting a life-killing spell or Falkan uranium forbidden spell, it is really terrible!

"Awada click!" Voldemort didn't need anything except this. Zhang Hao smiled and said, "You can't hurt me, do you have any more powerful tricks? Death Finger!" The red lightning burst at Voldemort, and Voldemort disappeared in an instant, and then appeared not far away.

"It's perfect black magic. Did you create it?" Voldemort said in surprise: "You are also a powerful black wizard. Why don't we join forces and let the world surrender to black magic?"

"Bah!" Zhang Hao sneered, "Submit under the black magic? You short-sighted man! Is the game not fun? Or not good? You ruined the world so full of holes, I still play with eggs?" Voldemort was furious upon hearing this: "How can those messy things compare with my grand ideals?"

"A grand ideal?" Zhang Hao said in surprise: "You call it a grand ideal for sabotage? You just pursue it like this? I tell you, in terms of sabotage, you are not as powerful as a nuclear bomb for a hundred. And a nuclear bomb, Controlled in the hands of Muggles that you look down on."

"The grand ideal I am talking about is to conquer everyone with dark magic, not to destroy as you said." Voldemort felt wronged!

There is indeed destruction in the process of conquering, but destruction is not the fundamental purpose! Zhang Hao suddenly said, "Is it? I misunderstood you, but I still don't agree! Your conquest is useless, it's up to me! Death!" Voldemort said, "Awah." Da click!" The red lightning and the green lightning complemented each other, and the Death Eaters in the distance looked terrified.

Either of these two spells fell on them to death. The power of the Demon King is so awesome.

The Death Eaters were about to collapse, why for no reason, another demon-level figure appeared? Haven't there been only three demon kings in the magical world?

The White Demon Albus Dumbledore, the previous Dark Demon Gatler Grindelwald, the contemporary Dark Lord Voldemort... Now there is such a powerful black and white Demon.

The Death Eaters feel that they are too difficult! They were all praying, hoping that Voldemort could kill Zhang Hao, the young demon king, in the cradle.

Otherwise ~www.wuxiahere.com~ they don't know if they should continue to rebel with Voldemort. It is a pity that Zhang Hao is so powerful that even Voldemort has no alternative.

The Death Eaters watched, Zhang Hao firmly blocked the green lightning with a thin layer of colorful light.

This sight is terrible! For the first time in the history of the magical world, someone can resist the death curse head-on.

Moreover, it was the black lord's killing curse that was resisting. During the fierce battle, Zhang Hao got closer and closer to the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord didn't realize that Zhang Hao was approaching intentionally. He still arrogantly and unscrupulously used short-distance apparitions to avoid magic.

Finally, Zhang Hao's eyes were cold, and he used the killer move he had prepared for a long time.

"Roar! Elegy of Soul!"

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