Movie World I Am A King

"Mr. Albus Dumbledore... I am so relieved to see you again and see that your body is still in such good health!" A hoarse, sinister voice sounded, just hearing this voice, It makes people have a feeling of goosebumps falling all over the ground.

"Tom Riddle..." Dumbledore turned his head and looked at the figure that made the voice. It was once his pride and his most proud student, but now it has become the scourge of the wizarding world.

"It makes me so sad, teacher..." Voldemort said hypocritically, "You used to call me Little Tom..."

"Pfft..." A snicker completely destroyed the gloomy atmosphere deliberately created by Voldemort...

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Your tone sounds too bitter... It reminds me of a very classic sentence!" Zhou Ye waved his hand carelessly, "Don't worry about me, I'm just someone who doesn't know the truth Onlookers~..."

"Is this the wizard seed you are looking for? Teacher?" Voldemort looked up and down the handsome black-haired boy in front of him, and had to say, Zhou Ye's appearance is really good, okay... Voldemort was a little jealous up. "I don't know how good his magic is, but at least he can rely on his own face and easily please those ladies. It's absolutely no problem..."

What he meant was that Zhou Ye relied entirely on selling his face...

"Bastard...how dare you say that my dear..." Hearing Voldemort's insult to her own man, the hot-tempered Jessica was the first to jump out, planning to slap Voldemort in the face.

"Ha... you really deserve to be a little boy, look, look... Participating in a Triwizard Tournament can seduce the little princess of the Fafna family..."

Voldemort's words made the Death Eaters behind him burst into laughter...

"It seems that you..." Just when Voldemort was about to make persistent efforts and mock Zhou Ye's little boy, he suddenly felt as if his neck was firmly grasped by a pair of iron clamps...

Then, he felt as if he lost his balance for a moment, and then—a burst of severe pain hit the top of his head... It made him feel as if he had been hit countless times by a 10,000-ton giant hammer...

The Death Eaters at the side all stared wide-eyed, watching the scene in front of them in disbelief...

Even Dumbledore couldn't help but grow up slightly, and was so surprised that it was difficult to close...

"Did someone tell you that the villain died because of talking too much..." Zhou Ye used his forty-three big feet to make intimate contact with Voldemort's somewhat flat face, while muttering: "As long as you talk too much, you can talk too much." How dare you call me little boy..."

Behind Voldemort, there is a ravine more than ten meters long, dug out with Voldemort's head...

"Honey, is this... is this angry??" Sarah looked at her man dumbfounded, and stepped on Voldemort's head as if stepping on an ant...

This is no longer an ordinary insult, it is wantonly trampling on Voldemort's self-esteem...

"Avada Kedavra……"

"Be careful dear..."

"Little guy...be careful..."

"My God..."

As Voldemort's Death Curse accurately hit Zhou Ye's body, there were exclamations and screams all around...

"Anyone who insults me will die without a place to die..." Voldemort's fierce laughter came from Zhou Ye's feet. He admitted that he was indeed frightened by Zhou Ye's actions just now, but—now, Victory is still yours...

Isn't a sneak attack the most normal thing for a villain?

While thinking triumphantly, Voldemort vigorously moved Zhou Ye's forty-three-yard foot that was stepping on his head, trying to get up, but...found that he couldn't get up at all...that big foot was like Wuzhishan , crushing him so hard that he couldn't move at all.

"Are you proud?" Zhou Ye's voice sounded again...

The surrounding Death Eaters suddenly exclaimed...

In their imagination, the person who got the Avada Kedavra curse would never survive, but Zhou Ye violated this rule, the Kedavra curse hit him without causing him any harm... …

But this is also a very normal thing.

If magic is really so omnipotent, wouldn't it be possible to destroy the entire earth by hitting the ground with the Bone Crushing Curse? To put it bluntly, it is still due to the strength of an individual...

Although Zhou Ye's body looks no different from ordinary people at the moment, you must know - his body has been strengthened so many times, and it has already left the scope of human beings...

To put it bluntly, even if he runs around among the stars now, it feels like taking a bath in a hot spring.

Voldemort's Killing Curse hit him, and at most it probably wiped out only one cell in his body... Would Zhou Ye be afraid of such an injury? ?

"You are very proud?"

"You are very happy?"

"Come on, give me another laugh!"

Every time Zhou Ye said a word, he stepped on Voldemort's face hard, and every time he said a word, he stepped on Voldemort's face...

At this moment, Voldemort felt as sad as if he had killed tens of thousands of DOGs...Magic immunity? How can this Nima still fight? ?

In fact, Zhou Ye is not considered immune to magic, it's just that the difference in individual strength is too large... Maybe only the magic that destroys the planet can make Zhou Ye feel a little pain... Magic like Voldemort? Forget it... tickling doesn't even count.

"This is impossible……"

"Dark Lord...how could the Dark Lord lose?"

"No... I don't believe..."

Seeing their spiritual leader being trampled on by Zhou Ye like a bug, those Death Eaters felt like mourning...

They couldn't believe that their leader was knocked down so easily by an older child...they couldn't even believe that the tried and tested Unforgivable Curse on Zhou Ye was as futile as a toy trick.

No, it wasn't even as good as a toy trick, if it was a toy trick, it would at least be scary, obviously - those killing spells couldn't scare Zhou Ye at all.

"Material, great material...my exclusive material..." At this time, Rita Skeeter, who was beside the girls, was trembling with excitement.

She kept recording the scene in front of her with the magic camera in her hand...

The Dark Lord being trampled under the feet of his own man, and the expressions on the faces of those Death Eaters, as if they were dead parents, this is really a perfect picture... The composition is so clear, the intention is so clear...

This photo and the news will definitely win this year's Best Reporter Award in the Wizarding World...

"Kill him...kill this guy who insulted the Dark Lord..."

"That's right...kill him..."

"kill him……"

Those whose ideals and idols have been shattered are the scariest. When the group of Death Eaters realized that their idols had really been stepped on by Zhou Ye and couldn't stand up, they shouted crazily...

Kill him—as long as Zhou Ye is killed, no one will know that the Dark Lord was ever defeated...

As long as Zhou Ye is killed, the Dark Lord is still invincible... Their pure blood theory is still the best...

As long as Zhou Ye is killed, no one will mention everything that happened here...

PS: The second chapter has been updated...