Chapter 354： Perfect Black Pot Candidate (2/3) (2/2)

If it were not for confidence in his own skills, Barty Jr would not dare to come to Hogwarts as a double agent.

”By the way, how do you control this thing to make it spit out the name you want?” Just as Barty was about to leave the auditorium, only one voice was heard from behind her.

”What are you talking about, Professor Li?” Little Batty first shook the wand in his sleeve, then turned quietly, pretending to be innocent.

”Come on, don't pretend with me. Besides this method, is there any other way to bring the fellow Voldemort back to life?” Someone waved his hand indifferently, and he also listened to it at night. It is said that this is the top three. A total of nearly four months before and after the competition, there is really enough ink.

If there are other ways to revive Voldemort, he thinks it would be better to finish this task quickly.

”How can you put that name that can't be said-Awawawawa!”

Batty calmly tried to release the Avada's life spell, but as soon as the wand was raised, the opponent pinched his wrist, and suddenly he felt that his arm bones seemed to be broken.

'boom! ’

Li Qingyuan gave him a soft punch, breaking the bridge of his nose directly, and then squeezing Barty’s arm with a click.

There is no way, you have to relax a little, if you hit it hard, it is estimated that the opponent's head will burst directly like a balloon.

That's not good when he has more power. Doesn't Superman dare not use any force every time he exercises, or else his girlfriend is suddenly smashed into meat sauce?

”Should I call Dumbledore to go to your room and release the Moody from the box?” He sat down on the chair, looking at the collapsing little Barty and asked kindly.

”Who the **** are you?” Little Batty just felt like the sky was spinning ~~ and he didn't call it out because of his amazing willpower.

But compared to the pain on his body, his heart is more fearful.

Even Dumbledore hadn't noticed his disguise, why this guy who had never heard of him could see his weakness at a glance.

More importantly, he doesn't even have the ability to resist in front of the opponent.

”You don't care who I am, I just came to Hogwarts to play, and find something to do by the way.” Someone put his chin on playfully, and a good idea was instantly thought of.

It is true that if he did too much at Hogwarts, he might have to face the furious Dumbledore, although it would be ruined to be able to beat the opponent's own mission.

But if there is a perfect Back Pot, then it doesn't matter what you do.

After all, Voldemort's reputation has become stinky these years. If he defeats Voldemort, then he can throw all the bad things on the opponent.

After the other party has taken all the black pots back, he can kill him backhand to earn a wave of fame.

Thinking about it, it seems that this business is definitely profitable!

”Unless you can get Nick Mailer's Philosopher's Stone, otherwise there is no other way to resurrect the Dark Lord.” Little Batty wiped the blood from his face and said.

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