The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 219 Your thoughts are perverted with billions of points [12]

When Umbridge heard Du Wei's words, her expression changed immediately.

"you are lying!"

She didn't get such news from the centaur, and the centaur wouldn't have the Daily Prophet in his hand all day long.

They have their own way of seeing the world.

That is to lie on the ground and look at the stars in the sky.

Now that she suddenly heard the news, her first reaction was that this hateful, despicable human being was scaring herself.

But soon, Du Wei took out a newspaper from his body.

He also thoughtfully flattened the newspaper.

"You can see what it says on it, Ms Umbridge.

This is a special issue of Ms. Rita Skeeter, and she writes these things, you know what I mean, Ms. Umbridge.

Rita was always the first person to find news, and the reports she wrote were, at times, appalling. "

Du Wei looked at her sympathetically.

"But what she said, most of the time, was true."

Umbridge snatched the newspaper from Du Wei's hand, and Du Wei thoughtfully gave her a [Luminescent Flash], so that she could see clearly what was written on it in this dark night.

When Umbridge read the words on it clearly, she felt as if someone had kicked her chest hard.

Unable to breathe, suffocated to despair.

"How is this going?"

She screamed and screamed, Umbridge couldn't understand, she returned after being thrown in the Forbidden Forest by those damned beasts for a while, and things became like this!
Terrible!

Big change.

This day has changed to a level that she simply cannot accept.

She felt her heart go cold.

Du Wei had already pulled Hermione, planning to go back.

"Let's go back, Miss Granger, I guess it's almost time for you to rest."

Hermione didn't refuse, and the two walked towards the castle in the distance.

Umbridge didn't have time to touch Hermione any more.

She hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed to the hunting hut. He urgently needed to go to the hunting hut to ask Bob, is this really the case?

Du Wei smiled when he heard the noise coming from behind.

"Scary, isn't it, Hermione?"

Hermione glanced back, said nothing, and shrank her neck.

He sent Hermione to Hogwarts Castle, then came to the bedroom and released several dark wizards.

After returning to his original appearance, Du Wei tapped on Erlang's legs and sat on the chair.

"Hmm, everyone, now is the time to study."

He said to several black wizards, handed them the things in his hands, and motioned them to read the words carefully.

"Then, is it difficult to learn this spell?"

Du Wei asked kindly, and these dark wizards shook their heads again and again.

"There is no problem."

They shook their heads again and again, indicating that there was nothing wrong with them!

They can definitely learn this.

"Then, study hard, I look forward to your learning results."

After sending them down, Du Wei pulled out several goblin forging masters.

These master blacksmiths trembled.

Du Wei still respects the technicians very much.

"Please sit down!"

He waved his wand, and a ribbon fell from the beam, and there was something wrong with the ribbon, after all.

They become a ring.

sit on this...

Butt hurts.

Several goblin masters still decided not to sit down.

Du Wei didn't force them.

He still asked in a soft voice: "So, is there any problem on your side? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Several goblin masters dare not speak.

"If you don't talk, there is a problem. So, where is the problem?"

Du Wei was not angry, he continued to ask.

Several goblin forging masters were about to cry.

"It's too difficult. Your request is too difficult for us, Mr. Jones."

A goblin master summoned up his courage and said.

He looked at Duwei Jones tremblingly, afraid that Duwei Jones would blame them.

Hit the killer.

It's not like he hasn't done this in the past few days. It's strange that he frowned every time.

It seems that after torturing them, they are still disappointed.

"Well, let's talk about the technical difficulties."

Seeing that Du Wei was unexpectedly easy to talk about in this kind of matter, these goblin masters finally dared to speak the truth.

"We can still meet the shape requirements.

But when it comes to the soul, there's really nothing we can do about it.

Mr. Jones, we are just forging goblins, we are really not soul masters. "

These forging masters complained.

They cannot create a soul out of thin air.

Du Wei pondered for a moment, tapped his wand lightly, and a silk thread spewed out, bringing out the body that killed old Barty Crouch.

It was a lying corpse of Voldemort.

He looked exactly like Voldemort, with a pale, bloodless face, slender fingers, scarlet eyes, and no nose.

He looked like Voldemort resurrected.

However, a fake is a fake, such a Voldemort, he still has no fighting power.

Because he is a marionette himself.

no soul.

It is an alchemy body.

Even the last action was some rough control, a trick that can be seen through at a glance after getting close.

The entire appearance of Voldemort was also made by these master blacksmiths.

Du Wei stroked the face of "Voldemort" and took a deep breath.

"What a beautiful creation."

Hearing this, several goblin masters looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to speak.

All creatures created by alchemy are ugly.This is because the basic materials of alchemy, there are a lot of things like sulfur, gold, silver, mercury, no matter who it is, Voldemort, or Voldemort's ancestor Slytherin, after they are contaminated with alchemy, the whole person They have all become extremely, inhuman.

Yes, inhuman.

Even if he is a master of alchemy, Nick Flamel, who is unique in alchemy, can refine the ultimate mystery of alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone, and thus achieve immortality—of course, be destroyed Afterwards, Nick Flamel did not continue refining, and he was also close to an inhuman state.

His longevity is also greatly flawed.

No one knows how his soul is, but his body, under the torment of time, is constantly dehydrated, and his bones are so fragile that it is hard to describe.

Move it a little and it will break!

A person can live forever, but his pain always exists, so after the Philosopher's Stone was damaged, Nick Flamel was not disappointed.

He was relieved instead.

He stepped into the death he had long awaited for himself, after traveling with his wife.

Isn't this a kind of happiness?

Death without pain.

When these goblin forging masters saw "Voldemort", they were so frightened that they were about to cry. When they learned that this lunatic planned to create a "Voldemort", they were all stupid.

They never had such crazy plans.

Isn't this creating a life?

This has surpassed magic and is close to the authority of gods!

No matter how hard I tried, it was still impossible.

"No, magic is indeed between gods and spirits, whether it is Hogwarts' pen of admission, the book of acceptance, or the sorting hat, they are all life.

Voldemort, the Voldemort I created is just another life that is more like a human being.

Magic is God! "

Du Wei looked at the body and said.

He thought of the [Soul Split Technique] he had obtained. If he cut off his soul, could he pretend to be Voldemort?

Into this body?

But in this case, he is still no match for Voldemort.

Voldemort in the state of Mercury Puppet has already forced him to use self-mutilation to deal with Voldemort.

Although Voldemort suffered a great loss, Du Wei knew that he suffered a greater loss.

He didn't care about pain, he didn't care about death, but he was still no match for Voldemort.

There is nothing reconciled, Du Wei can only feel that he is one step closer to his goal.

What if Voldemort had returned to his prime?

Du Wei will die.

But he hasn't finished his plan yet.

Therefore, Du Wei needs some tricks.

He observed this [Resurrection Coffin], and suddenly said: "If I want you to forge this body well with forging, I want you to make it the most powerful magic item.

Do you understand what I mean?

I mean, he's not a person, he's just a tool, and you make a magic tool, like a sword or armor.

So, can you do it?
From the blood vessels, from the eyes, from the fingers, from every inch of skin on the body.

I want you to make it a terrifying killer.

Your ancestors once forged Gryffindor's sword, so you should also be able to forge the weapon I need.

With magic resistance, it can resist a lot of death curses, transformation curses, and can cast magic, oh, can't cast magic?That's okay, it's the same to give him some magic tools, transform him, and turn him into a killing machine. "

Du Wei looked at these goblin masters and explained his thoughts and ideas.

The faces of these goblin masters were all wooden. They admitted that Du Wei was really perverted.

These people are already quite perverted at a certain point.

But their perverted thoughts are too light compared to Duwei Jones in front of them.

Even Slytherin, one of the Big Four who changed his own bloodline, is not as crazy as Du Wei. He must have undergone a certain amount of body modification on himself—pure magic cannot be called Slater Lin turned into what was recorded.

In the later stage, his appearance is different from Voldemort's, but it's not too big. He must have transformed himself, but he never thought of turning his whole body into a killing machine.

Dewey is different.

"I don't care about the body, and I don't care about the soul."

He smiled and said: "If blasphemy will be punished, then let them punish me, but before punishing me, I still have to do what I should do.

If the gods only care about whether their authority will be challenged, then I guarantee that after I meet the gods, I will definitely have some interesting activities for them!

I'll piss on them and stick my middle finger up their asses! "

Du Wei smiled, and the profane words popped out of his mouth!

"Because that means that the gods are just a group of stupid powerful wizards who only care about their own authority!"

(End of this chapter)