Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Deverot knew how terrible the power in his hand was, and he also knew its potential for growth.

And he could also feel that this power had an uncontrollable violent tendency under the full moon today.

But Deverot had no choice!

He had to use all his strength to urge him and strengthen the curse attached to his body! !

Fortunately, there was a meditation method that could help Deverot maintain a calm state!

After all, Percy raised a similar entry to purple in just one month under extreme restraint.

And now, Deverot has completely let go of the suppression of this power and used it crazily with all his strength. How long will it take to reach the gold entry?

Deverot waved his wand directly, and the purple-black mist rushed towards Voldemort like a raging tide.

Voldemort's face sank, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.

He raised his wand and cast a series of powerful spells to try to dispel these strange mists.

The Spring of Water, the Hurricane Spell, and even Transfiguration were all tried, but they could only temporarily stop the spread of the fog.

"Boring tricks!"

Voldemort growled, his eyes burning with ferocity. He finally raised his wand and chanted sharply.

"The Fiery Spell!"

Suddenly, a ball of blazing flames gushed out from Voldemort's wand and quickly expanded into a fire snake.

The fire snake met the purple-black fog and made a harsh hissing sound.

The flames and fog collided violently in the air, eroding each other, and a large amount of steam and smoke erupted in an instant.

Deveraux looked at the scene in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and secretly analyzed the situation in his heart.

Voldemort had obviously found a way to temporarily fight the fog, but the Fiery Spell was not an omnipotent line of defense after all.

This gave Deveraux a glimmer of hope in his heart.

However, he had to admit that Voldemort still dominated in terms of the proficiency and oppression of the spell.

After all, Deveraux had never practiced the spell of decay before.

The battle was in a stalemate.

Voldemort pressed forward step by step, and his offensive was as fierce as a storm, as if he did not allow Deveraux any chance to breathe.

Deveraux relied on his flexible body and varied means to constantly use activation and transformation and various defensive spells to move around the field and deal with Voldemort.

And in this state of mutual checks and balances.

Deveraux's mind kept ringing.

[Ding! ]

[New entry: Curse of Anubis (green)! ]

[New entry: Power of Decay (green)! ]

Deveraux felt his hair growing wildly and his whole body was very itchy.

...

[Ding! ]

[New entry: Curse of Anubis (blue)! ]

[New entry: Power of Decay (blue)! ]

As an eleven-year-old child, he grew a beard!

...

[Ding! 】

【New entry: Curse of Anubis (purple)! 】

【New entry: Power of Decay (purple)! 】

The nails also became more like those of an orc! I could even feel that the distance between my eyes was getting narrower!

Finally!

....

【Ding! 】

【New entry: Curse of Anubis (gold)! 】

【New entry: Power of Decay (gold)! 】

At this time, Deveraux felt that he was covered with hair, but it didn't matter. He felt that his Corruption Curse had suppressed Voldemort's Fiendfire Curse!

The beastly desire in his heart was almost uncontrollable! ! !

.....

【Ding! 】

【New entry: Curse of Anubis (red)! 】

【New entry: Power of Decay (red)! 】

【New entry: Hatred of the God of Death (red)! 】

Deverot's heart seemed to be pounding violently in his chest. He could clearly feel the boiling power and increasingly violent breath in his body.

However, his reason was as tight as a thread, allowing him to remain awake in the torrent of power.

Fortunately, the meditation method of the previous month was not in vain!

"It's time."

He whispered, with an indescribable killing meaning in his voice.

Deverot retracted his wand, his eyes were like knives, and his eyes were cold.

He suddenly realized that his throat could not make the usual sound, but instead a low beast roar.

He looked down at his right arm - it was covered with golden hair, and his fingers became as thick as claws.

However, these changes did not make him afraid or hesitate.

He had already calculated the next plan in his mind.

At this time, the system prompt sound rang again:

[Ding! ]

[The conditions for upgrading the entry are met! ]

[You can upgrade a golden entry to red! ]

Deverot chose [Alchemy Genius] without hesitation.

[Ding! 】

[The entry has been successfully upgraded! 】

[Obtained a new entry: Alchemical Spirit (Red)! 】

He did not have time to check the new entry description, but a familiar yet strange power instantly filled his whole body, as if he had been reshaped.

He quickly used the Transfiguration Spell to summon a full 500 gold Galleons, which were the rewards he had won in the duel competition before!

The golden coins flowed out like water, and were immediately controlled by his clever alchemy, and quickly melted on his right arm.

The metal stretched and twisted on his arm, and finally formed a huge, long-barreled cannon muzzle emitting a blazing light, which was closely connected to his wand.

The alchemy runes rising from his right arm burned and distorted the air. The corners of Devero's mouth slightly raised. Although he could not speak, he expressed endless ridicule with his eyes.

Voldemort was currently using the Fire Spell to dispel the decaying black mist with the power of the red entry with great difficulty, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

He stared at the alchemical muzzle on Devereux's arm, his tone was low but he could not hide a trace of trembling.

"What?"

What responded to him was the deep beast roar coming from Devereux's throat, and... the green light with black threads suddenly condensed in the muzzle!

This integrates the unrivaled life-killing spell, [Power of Decay (Red)], [Alchemy Spirit Body (Red)], [Transformation Spirit Body (Red)], [Magic Wizard (Unique)], [Genius System] Staff Master (gold)]'s blow, Voldemort, can you block it! ! ! ! ! !

"Death Curse·Decay!"

A roar exploded across the field like thunder.

The alchemy muzzle of Devereux's right arm burst out with a beam of light that destroyed the world. The terrifying energy of purple, black and green was like a scythe of death, tearing the air and pointing directly at Voldemort.

Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly, and a hint of panic finally appeared on the arrogant look on his face.

He almost instinctively raised the golden cup in his hand high, roared, and cast a banishing spell.

The golden cup disappeared into the air instantly, but Voldemort himself could no longer avoid the destructive beam of light.

The beam of light enveloped his figure, and he let out a roar of extreme pain.

"ah!!!"

(Third update!!)

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