Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 817 Skywalker is my property
"What the hell! Dragon is obviously Peeves.

Besides, he is not a [divine body].

Wizards have no concept of this at all.

He simply became a Pinduoduo 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 said seriously.

Although he was actually thinking about how to escape.

By the way, let’s talk about 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 is still my former body.

Here I am, as unrivaled as Dumbledore was at Hogwarts.

Those white wizards of the Order of the Phoenix and the Auror who calls himself Dawn, the embodiment of light, will automatically come to your door like jackals smelling meat.

We just need to sit back and wait and see.”

"Don't we need to recruit giants, vampires, werewolves and other dark creatures as cannon fodder?
What I mean is that you want us to do everything. As your close servants of the future world ruler, wouldn’t it be too cheap for us to do it ourselves?”

“Are you afraid?” Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and a fierce red light burst out from his eyes. “I have descended from heaven as a human, and you can also absorb some of my power through the mark on your arm.

You are afraid of such an honor?"

Ahhhhh!

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

The bright red tattoo pattern - a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth - had also turned pitch black.

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

Apart from that, there were no signs of burning on his body, and even the tattered robe he was wearing was intact.

"Master, I'm just worried that I can't do my best for you.

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

Me, my son, Crouch Jr., Travers, and Rodolphus, all together, there are only seven." Old Mulciber said, holding back the pain.

“Isn’t 7 the most magical number?
I said, the Dark Mark contains my power, and when the time comes, all you have to do is--"

However, the video was interrupted.

Kate puffed up her cheeks and said, "How come it's over? I still want to see how Voldemort strengthens his subordinates."

"It would be boring if we spoiled too much." Ryan put his hand on Kate's head. "Anyway, it will be very interesting. Who knows..."

"I will also appear in person and make my final appearance," Ryan said in his heart.

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

"It's a secret."

Now two days have passed.

But Harry still felt very uncomfortable.

After completing the project called "Glory of the Warrior", he kept hearing vague compliments about his strength and physique in his dreams.

These sounds don't seem to come only from the present.

They seem to have blurred the boundaries of time.

Now that Ron is no longer obsessed with him,
In the first individual competition, I couldn't help but admire his muscles from time to time.

As a result, now is the time when I can have unrestrained contact with Ron.

He could only keep his distance from Ron.

Because, apart from the fact that it would remind him of the rainbow fart in his dream, the most obvious thing was Ron's embarrassed voice.

When you are awake, get close to those who provide you with flattering words, and the corresponding flattering words will sound at the right time.

So, the same applies to Ginny.

"I licked this abdominal muscle."

"I'll lick here next time."

"Harry, my fiancé! Really strong."

Such sounds 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 that come from within your soul.

Even if you puncture your eardrums, it can't stop it. Even the mind-sealing Occlumency technique can't stop it.

Only time can silence these voices.

It will take about a week for the title you choose to become fully integrated with you.

These voices will disappear. "One week!
But Voldemort's resurrection is just around the corner!

Maybe if he is resurrected, these voices will still be there.

He didn't want to face Voldemort.
Hearing praises from Voldemort (if Voldemort had ever seen his body and subconsciously praised it).

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

"What's wrong? Harry?"

Time: June 1994, 6, 27 noon.

Location: Auditorium.

Neville waved.

"Nothing." Harry forced down a fried egg.

This way he could ignore the thought in his mind when he looked at Neville, "Oh yeah! Harry's muscles are almost as good as mine!"

At this moment, he was so jealous of Krum and the others.

Krum chose [Dakuwaga], and all that was left was admiration for his superb level of Transfiguration.

Unlike Harry's, which was all praise for his physicality and strength.

You know, once it gets involved with the flesh.

It is bound to be obscene.

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

And Furong's [Half-Blood Veela].

The compliments it leaves behind can also be obscene.

But she has Ryan's help.

These noises probably won't affect her.

That’s right, Ryan!
Harry looked up sharply. "Have you seen Ryan?"

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

No, if we say his name, he will probably know it.

If your reason is reasonable and he is willing to show up——"

"Neville is right." Ryan coughed.

He was on Harry's left.

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

Next to him was Luna, who always looked surprised.

"Go ahead, Harry.

If the reason makes sense,

I won’t even consider spreading the video of you playing with a knife with a silly look on your face.”

Ryan put down his tea.

"That's not a silly look, that's a poker face.

A neat little trick.

The mind is dulled by the stiffness of the face.

Focus all your attention on the dagger.

It comes with the Slytherin heritage Serpent Heart Flow."

"How did the video spread?" Neville said, curiously, as if it had nothing to do with him.

“This is a new product from Skywalker Alchemy Workshop that will be available tomorrow.

Portable camera.

You can shoot and import videos and photos.

listen to music.

By the way, you can also scan text in.

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

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

I took a leave today and returned to Liangping.

I will spend the next 3 days at my hometown with my father.

So maybe I will still update once a day.

ps: Thanks to Yuchi Jinyin and fw999 for their monthly tickets and other classmates for their recommendations and subscriptions!

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(End of this chapter)