"who!"
Voldemort found out it was already too late.
John's sword slashed towards the hand holding the magic stone without hesitation.
The arm that flew out didn't have much blood, but quickly shriveled up.
"come out!"
Voldemort waved his wand with his remaining hand, and green light shot in the direction of John.
John rolled to avoid the next forward sprint.
Swinging the big sword in his hand like a windmill, he cut off Voldemort's other hand.
Drawing his wand, John delivered the final blow.
Aiming at Voldemort's chest, the wand shot out a dazzling white light.
"Reducto"
Voldemort's weak body shattered at this moment, and John sat down.
"Fortunately, his current condition is not as good as that of the Forbidden Forest."
John's behavior was extremely cool, but in fact it was very draining on his mind.
Especially when he dodged the green light, he knew he had made a mistake.
If Voldemort's body had been better, if Voldemort hadn't let down his guard because he had a chance to win, the blow just now would have been enough to make him die.
Fortunately, John's training over the past few days allowed him to avoid it instinctively.
After sitting for a while, John looked at Harry who was struggling.
Although Voldemort is dead, magic is still there.
He walked over and picked up the magic stone.
From Harry's perspective, Voldemort looked like he was fighting a ghost. In just a split second, his two arms were cut off, and then his body exploded.
While he was still wondering, he saw the magic stone floating up.
"Is that you, Professor Dumbledore?"
Harry looked expectantly at the Philosopher's Stone. Just as John was about to speak, he saw the dead Voldemort condense into a puff of black smoke and fly toward Harry with a ferocious face.
"Stop!"
Without thinking, John threw his weapon towards the black smoke to stop it.
But this black smoke was not real. The flying sword passed through the black smoke, and the black smoke passed through Harry.
The screams rang in Harry's ears again, his mind went blank, and then he lost consciousness.
The black smoke had dissipated when John came to him. He called Harry's name several times, but there was no response.
"You won't die, right?"
Looking at Harry in confusion, John slapped the savior's face a few times. Seeing that there was still no response, he took out a lot of potions and prepared to try them one by one on him.
"I think Harry Potter was just too frightened."
A mellow old voice sounded, and John looked up, Dumbledore appeared here.
It looked like he had just come back from outside.
"John Wick, I think you can lift the Disillusionment Curse."
After being reminded, John remembered that he was still invisible.
After it was lifted, he revealed himself, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Professor Dumbledore."
Dumbledore said with relief in his eyes: "It seems that you have chosen the right path and have not let your strength blind you."
A look of confusion flashed in John's eyes. Sure enough, the old man knew what he and Quirrell were studying.
It seems that all this is under the control of the other party. Maybe he didn't leave the school at all, but he was a little unnecessary.
He said respectfully: "It's all because of the good teaching in the school."
In fact, John didn't know that Dumbledore had also rushed back.
Not long ago, he knew that someone had entered the Philosopher's Stone. If John hadn't arrived in time, Voldemort would have succeeded.
Dumbledore picked up Harry and waved the fire away.
"Let's take Harry to the school hospital. Poor Harry doesn't know if he can make it to the Quidditch match with Ravenclaw."
John nodded, and when he left, he blinked and seemed to still be holding the magic stone in his hand.
After looking at Dumbledore who didn't notice, John hesitated for a while and finally said: "Professor, what should I do with the Sorcerer's Stone?"
Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile on his face: "I'm glad that you will be an honest boy. Remember our agreement? I think my old friend Nico Flamel doesn't mind if his Philosopher's Stone is stolen." Some little wizard will use it for a while."
Nico Flamel!
John stopped in surprise, looking like a Niffler who had lost his money.
...
June 9th.
Three days have passed since the incident, and John's mood still hasn't calmed down.
"Mix the dragon's blood with the wetland soil, and use a silver rubbing knife to scrape off some powder on the corners..."
The bright red stone was placed on the table, and John was refining the amulet with the dragon's blood and some materials.
Beneath his careful carving, a medallion of stars surrounding the wand gradually emerged.
John took out a pen barrel made of snowy owl feathers and a silver tip.
Carvings were made on it, and runes were engraved on it.
"The last step."
After wiping his sweat, John put the badges into the crucible and soaked them.
Throw the magic stone in and stir for a while. The water in the pot turns red and then black.
Finally, the water in the crucible became clear, and John took out the badge and magic stone inside.
The badge looks like stars are flowing on it. He wears it on his chest. It has three magics that can resist three damage. There are also six vacant positions for filling magic in the future. The badges can sense each other.
He made nine pieces in total, and John put away the other eight.
Looking at the crucible that was larger than the others, John opened a crack in the crucible and found that almost all the silver water had melted inside.
Then he threw in the fire dragon's blood and the remaining horn of the unicorn one after another, and John closed it until it was completely melted.
He poured the silver water into the prepared mold, and the sizzling sound continued.
After it cooled completely, John opened the mold and a silver sword appeared inside.
Throw the cooled sword back into the crucible and throw the magic stone in at the same time.
John nervously watched the changes that occurred from time to time in the crucible.
"I sold everything I could to get this mithril, so don't fail."
Under extremely nervous gaze, the changes in the crucible stopped.
He opened the crucible with great expectation, but the situation inside made his expression froze.
"Failed."
The sword in the crucible turned golden, which was the magic stone turning stone into gold.
But John didn't want to turn stone into gold, he wanted to improve the quality of the sword.
With a look of disappointment on his face, John sighed and said: "Even with the Philosopher's Stone, it is still too difficult to refine the Sword of Gryffindor."
Taking out the golden sword, John thought he could sell it for some money.
I looked at the time and saw that it was already the year-end banquet.
John had no choice but to put his things away, put the Sorcerer's Stone in his pocket, and walked out of the Room of Requirement.
It's very lively today.
In the auditorium, Harry came out of the school hospital, but was a little depressed after learning that he had lost the match against Ravenclaw due to his absence.
The green and silver of Slytherin adorn the Great Hall as they win the House Cup for the seventh time in a row.
John sat in Slytherin's seat, glanced at Malfoy's arrogant look, and then looked at Gryffindor, which was 160 points lower than Slytherin.
If it hadn't been for Malfoy, there's really no telling who would have won.
Dumbledore was speaking from above, and when Slytherin came first, Slytherin erupted in thunderous cheers and stampings of feet, with John also contributing.
"Yeah, yeah, good performance, Slytherin."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement, and just when everyone thought he was about to declare victory, he changed his tune: "However, several recent events must also be taken into account."
The auditorium fell silent, Slytherin felt something was wrong, and Malfoy's smile faded.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to distribute, let me see, by the way..."
"First, Mr. Ron Weasley. He won the most exciting game of chess at Hogwarts in many years. I award 50 points to Gryffindor House for this."
"Second, Miss Hermione Granger, for her calm and logical reasoning in the face of fire, I will award 50 points to Gryffindor House."
"Third, Harry Potter, he showed fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I will also award 60 points to Gryffindor House!"
reverse.
Shocking reversal!
Gryffindor, who was lagging behind, suddenly tied with Slytherin. The three little ones' contribution made Hogwarts roar with loud cheers.
Dumbledore raised a hand to silence everyone and smiled: "There are many kinds of courage."
“It takes superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, but it also takes a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends.”
"Therefore, I would like to award Mr. Neville Longbottom 10 points!"
Explode, completely explode!
Slytherin shouted shady, while the other houses celebrated as if they were going to topple Hogwarts.
Malfoy was already tapping the table with his goblet to express his dissatisfaction, and everyone in Slytherin looked gloomy.
Gryffindor's score reached first place, and everyone except Slytherin seemed satisfied with this result.
John couldn't help but complain: "Gryffindor really has a lot of points."
Just force it on, right?
Things seemed to be settling down, and John couldn't help but shake his head pitifully when he saw the stiff smile of his dean.
"Quiet, please be quiet."
Dumbledore spoke again, but instead of announcing the result, he looked at John.
"Finally, Mr. John Wick..."
