John flew out.
Just before he touched Nagini, his heart skipped a beat.
Then he was hit by a force and the person flew out.
After rolling a few times on the ground, John adjusted his body and stopped.
Looking up, a figure appeared in the blurry illusion.
The moment he saw that face, John's pupils contracted.
He has become more handsome due to his paleness and age, and his eyes occasionally flash red.
A simple suit with a cold smile on his face.
This face was too familiar to John.
He gritted his teeth and read out those three words: "Voldemort."
Voldemort, this Voldemort looks much older than when he was a student, and he is also much more handsome.
John stood up. The other person did not hold the wand, but looked at John calmly.
"It turns out you broke into my world."
Voldemort spoke with a hint of disdain.
John laughed angrily and said coldly: "Yours? Voldemort, it seems you made Nagini into a Horcrux."
It is not only the blood curse that is entangled in Nagini, but also the soul of Voldemort.
What John should have thought of was that Nagini was Voldemort's Horcrux in the original plot.
By cutting the soul open and putting it into Nagini, Voldemort was cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.
Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, John could feel that his body was hurt.
The soul is the most important part of a person. If the soul is injured and dies, the same will happen to the body.
Nagini wanted to help, but Voldemort extended her hand.
Nagini's neck was pinched by invisible hands, and she flew up.
Voldemort declared his sovereignty arrogantly and could not refuse, "Nagini, you are mine."
"John." Nagini said with difficulty.
John took action.
The moment he raised his hand, Voldemort's body flew out, Nagini's feeling of being caught disappeared, and she fell to the ground.
John said coldly: "You are not the only one who knows these magics."
Voldemort was a little surprised, stabilized his body in the air and slowly fell down.
He smiled, looked at John with bloodthirsty eyes, and said grimly: "A weak soul dares to do something in a trance."
John frowned and looked at his left hand, the silvery white light dissipated from his fingers.
His heart sank. The use of magic here actually consumes souls.
He murmured: "No wonder, it takes a soul to cut open a soul."
At this time, he was in trouble. Without the support of magic power, it was simply impossible for John to defeat Voldemort here.
Looking at Nagini, John knew that once he left, Nagini would be finished.
Voldemort was watching from the side, and John could not retreat.
That being the case.
Then fight!
Making the first strike, John waved his hand, and the blurry fantasy world without anything ignited into flames.
At the same time, John's soul loss accelerated.
A pinch of flame ignited in his right hand, and then turned into a huge fireball.
Voldemort looked grim, probably not expecting John to know ancient magic.
A water snake appeared in front of him, and the flames and water touched, creating a large mist in the trance.
John took the opportunity to blow out a breath, and the mist blew and enveloped Voldemort.
The fog created by the collision of souls could not be seen through, and John took the opportunity to enter the fog.
His left hand brushed his right hand, and a dagger made of soul appeared in John's hand.
The price of this is that the right hand is illusory and almost transparent.
A cruel smile formed on his lips.
magic?
Don’t forget, I am proficient in short weapons at level 7!
In the fog, John is the omnipresent Night Stalker.
Voldemort didn't panic even when he was shrouded in mist, and he exuded an aura of terror.
Immediately, the green light penetrated the fog and hit the place where John was.
With a confident blow, Voldemort frowned without seeing John.
Then a desperate feeling entered his heart, his eyebrows beat wildly, and Voldemort turned around at his limit.
In just one second, seven blood holes appeared on the back of his body.
Voldemort's expression changed, and John appeared like a ghost.
“Crucio”
The red lightning hit John, who groaned, and a big hole was burned out of the dagger on his chest.
Without hesitation, he threw the dagger, and then used the capture spell to control the dagger.
The dagger was as fast as lightning, and a defensive shield similar to an iron armor spell formed in front of Voldemort.
The moment it touched, the dagger fragilely shattered into countless foams.
Voldemort was startled, and John stepped forward.
His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his left hand pulled off his right hand, turning it into a sword with shining silver light.
Long Yu growled: "I am a fire dragon."
The blade of the sword ignited with flames, and John roared out from the pain, thrust hard, and the blade penetrated Voldemort's body.
The flames exploded into a sea of fire, and Voldemort could no longer maintain his original expression.
He grasped the blade of the sword with his hand, his angry eyes almost spitting out fire.
He smiled ferociously: "You can't leave, Avada..."
As expected of Voldemort, he traded his injuries for his life.
The green light was aimed at John's face. The moment it was about to touch, John's mind went blank.
He made a mistake. He thought he could kill Voldemort with one strike, but he underestimated Voldemort.
Just when the green light was about to hit, a woman jumped out, and her almost broken body hit Voldemort.
The green light veered off course and left, grazing John's cheek.
Voldemort angrily grabbed Nagini's neck and threw her out.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light rushed towards Nagini.
Nagini closed her eyes in relief, feeling that it would be great if she could save John.
Time seems to be suspended.
The green light became extremely slow in front of his eyes, and Nagini's determination and Voldemort's ferocity were all very clear in his eyes.
John released his hand holding the sword and slowly stretched it out towards Nagini, opening and closing his lips.
"The soul is back."
Green light illuminates the entire space.
...
Nagini opened her eyes again. In the dark dungeon, she looked around in confusion.
There were two people in front of her, one was a bald old man whose jaw dropped and remained motionless, and the other was...
"John!"
John closed his eyes tightly, his body gradually turning gray.
Nagini felt her heart being tugged hard. She wanted to pass, but it passed through John's body.
Looking at her now silvery and transparent body, she looked behind her, where her restored human body was lying there quietly.
"No, don't!" Another person came to mind, the person he didn't catch.
Nagini did not panic in the face of death, she was like a helpless little girl at this moment.
Damo Alex finally came to his senses, and he said with difficulty: "Is this a success?"
Regardless of the joy, Damo Alex ran over. Just now, John used the ghost spell to extract Nagini's soul.
"Where's John, what happened!" Damo Alex lost his stability and roared ferociously at Nagini.
John's face darkened, and Alex took out the potion, forced open John's mouth and poured it in.
...
A blurry fantasy.
The expression on Voldemort's face froze, and Nagini disappeared into thin air.
He was confused for a moment, and John smiled.
"It seems you don't know much about this either."
John sneered lowly, and Voldemort was furious.
"Where did you do Nagini!"
He shouted angrily, and John was hit in the body with his wave, and his illusory body was like a candle in the wind.
Voldemort turned into black smoke and came to John, grabbed him and lifted him up.
The silver sword on his chest shattered into pieces. John's eyes darkened, but there was a chuckle at the corner of his mouth.
"Want to know? Then ask."
He looked behind Voldemort. Voldemort was startled and turned to look.
Nothing...?
Realizing that he had been tricked, Voldemort turned around quickly.
"Avada Kedavra"
This was John's first time using the Death Curse, and he was still casting the spell without a wand.
The green light hit the face door, and cracks appeared on Voldemort's handsome face.
He screamed in terror, and even John couldn't care less.
He covered his face and yelled wildly, but unfortunately it was a life-killing curse.
The unforgivable curse.
Amid the bursts of screams, Voldemort's face shattered, his body shattered inch by inch, and green light emitted from the inside out.
Voldemort's Horcrux fragment died.
John sat on the ground and looked in the direction where Voldemort was looking just now.
He didn't lie.
In that direction, the face of the man in black cloak could not be seen clearly, but John could feel it, and he looked here quietly.
John's soul became more transparent, as if it was about to disperse.
"Can you let me know clearly?"
John spread his hands, stared at the black cloak and asked: "Are you another soul, or the god of death?"
The dreamy world was quiet, and John felt that the black cloak was smiling.
"Interesting, you're the funniest person I've ever met."
The black cloak moved closer to John.
John couldn't do anything now, so he just watched the black cloak coming in front of him.
Just standing there, the black cloak exuded a suffocating silence.
And he also revealed his identity.
"You call me..."
"grim Reaper."
