Can a person be resurrected from death?
The answer is yes.
Someone has done it.
Voldemort.
He used evil magic to create six Horcruxes for himself.
Unless all the Horcruxes are destroyed, he will not die completely.
But what about John?
There was no cure for the poison Voldemort had given him, and he even considered using it on Dumbledore.
It was a fatal poison, and even if you had a Horcrux, you couldn't regain your body in a short time.
Otherwise, Voldemort would not have to wait more than ten years to be reborn.
Nothing makes sense.
Why would a dead person live?
At this moment, Voldemort found it difficult to accept.
He had worked so hard to come back to life.
For a student, despite his huge power, these external objects are understandable.
But why does his young appearance have such power?
Voldemort stared at John so hard that even Dumbledore ignored him.
Everyone at the scene had different reactions.
Harry was surprised and confused, Hermione was surprised and surprised, and Luna was taken for granted.
Bellatrix's body was unable to move, and Lucius hurried to Voldemort's side to show his loyalty.
Drogon is separated from Lupin, a little more wounded.
Sirius ran out, finally finding his way out of the swirling hall.
Everyone in Qunxing Club took off their masks one after another, revealing their young faces.
John raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems the situation is clear, Tom."
Voldemort stared gloomily at John, the people from the Society of Stars plus the people from the Order of the Phoenix.
And with the old monster Dumbledore, Voldemort is now in a dilemma.
However, he suddenly laughed.
"You're certainly talented, John Wick."
He praised John in a cold, high-pitched voice.
"However, you seem to be too confident."
Voldemort smiled coldly, "Do you think you can defeat me with the Order of the Phoenix?"
"Your men are all imprisoned in the Department of Mysteries." John pretended to be surprised, "Do you think you still have a chance?"
"You want my life?" Voldemort screamed, "Even if I die, I will still come back."
Dumbledore put aside his speculations about the mystery of John's resurrection. He said calmly: "Just taking your life will not satisfy me."
He cast a pleased look at John, as if John was with him against the enemy, which made him very happy.
"I am Voldemort!" Voldemort said loudly, "I will not die here."
He raised his wand and fired a beam of green light towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it, dodging the attack.
Voldemort turned around and shot at John.
He thought he wanted to pinch a soft persimmon.
"I can do things you can't do, Tom."
John looked calm and held the sword in his right hand to split the red light coming from him.
Dumbledore followed, with a small flame on the tip of his staff, trying to tie up Voldemort like a fish.
Even if Voldemort is restricted from apparating, he can still fly.
He flew into the sky, and two owls, one black and one white, descended from the sky, their sharp claws scratching his robe.
Voldemort was furious and aimed his wand at the white mass to cast the spell.
A silver light rose from the ground and passed by Voldemort's side, interrupting the spell and looking down.
Holding the sword in his right hand, John suddenly flew up, raised his left wand and waved it hard.
The thunder struck down at Voldemort, causing him to fall quickly.
The silver light flashed, and Voldemort stopped his fall and quickly turned around to avoid it.
John knew that 70% of Voldemort's strength was on guard against Dumbledore.
The object-capturing magic was activated, and Voldemort's body froze.
John smashed down hard and looked down at Voldemort.
"This is beyond your reach, you are a coward, Tom."
Voldemort canceled out all the force of the fall, and Lucius went to save him, but was caught in Dumbledore's flames and thrown out.
In the process of falling, Voldemort flicked his wand, and a green light passed by John and hit the clouds.
He holds the sword of Silver Wick in his hand, and the upper part of the shoe shines with light as he flies down.
The sharp blade of the sword swung out with silver light, and Voldemort activated the Iron Armor Curse to block the attack.
Raising his hand to activate the ancient magic, John was swept up by a gust of wind and lost his balance. Voldemort raised his wand and was about to release the Death Curse.
Dumbledore fired the curse, causing the ground to sink, and Voldemort was forced to fight back.
Pulling the witch statue in front of him again, Dumbledore dodged the death curse.
John had recovered from his imbalance, Silver Wyk's sword ablaze.
“Crush the thorns and thorns!”
Voldemort shook his robes and summoned venomous snakes to pounce on John.
The fire cut through the poisonous snakes, and the smell of burning filled the hall.
"Master, let me help you!"
Lucius released the restraints and shot the curse at Dumbledore.
Without looking back, Dumbledore let the house elf statue block the spell and captured Lucius.
Lucius yelled, John glanced at him and ignored him.
And he was actually waiting.
The attack rhythm slowed down, and John looked like he was unable to follow up.
As Dumbledore closed in on Voldemort, John approached the edge of the battlefield.
Occasionally, he would shoot two magic spells, allowing Voldemort to block them easily.
...
Harry found that he couldn't get involved in such a battle.
A sense of frustration arose in his heart.
It was even more frustrating because John, who was the same age as him, was able to fight there.
Hermione couldn't pay attention to his emotions at this time. Seeing her good friend appear safe and sound, Hermione's mood really fluctuated.
"Who is he?" Harry noticed that someone was looking at him.
He looked over and saw the man with blond hair next to Percy.
Harry looked very uncomfortable. In that person's eyes, he seemed to be something very useful.
The arrival of Sirius left Harry no time to think about it. He supported Sirius and asked, "Are you okay, Sirius?"
"I'm fine," Sirius said with a wry smile, covering his left rib, "Maybe the ribs are broken."
Looking at the fierce battle, Sirius said in disbelief: "That's a student?"
Although John was not the one who mainly faced Voldemort, it would still be extremely difficult for him to fight against him.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been a burden to Dumbledore, but they wouldn't have been able to help him.
"Why didn't Voldemort run away?" he asked confused.
Harry pondered: "The power of solemnity, I saw it in the cemetery that time. It seemed to be something that made it impossible for people to disapparate."
"That's great, this time we can destroy Voldemort!" Ron shouted excitedly.
Not only him, but Harry thought so too.
In their view, with Dumbledore around, Voldemort would definitely be defeated.
But Lupine felt heavy in his heart. He never thought that that student would be Johnny Silverhand.
The Johnny Silverhand he knew would not be so simple.
His eyes fell on John, who was paddling on the edge of the water, with a look of inquiry.
The current situation looks very good. As long as Dumbledore defeats Voldemort, everything will be over.
What's more, they still have the manpower to come.
As long as everyone gathers, not even Voldemort can escape.
Everything is going in the right direction.
but……
Will it go so smoothly?
Just as Dumbledore was fighting Voldemort with the Elder Wand, John suddenly stopped and walked out of the battle circle.
He came to the Star Club and said, "It's time to prepare."
In the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, fires blazed in the wall-mounted fireplaces.
Then ten rays of light shot towards Dumbledore.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Amidst the flames burning in the fireplace, the Death Eaters stepped out.
Voldemort deflected Dumbledore's curse and mocked: "Dumbledore, your death has come."
Dumbledore turned around and saw ten Death Eaters walking out of the fireplace. When he was about to be hit, he waved his wand widely, and the goblin statue ran over and opened his arms to block it. m.
The curse left big holes in the goblin's body.
Voldemort actually has a back-up plan!
It seems that past failures have taught this man to be cautious.
"You sacrificed some insignificant soldiers to lure the Aurors away. Dumbledore, now you are the trapped beast."
In Voldemort's view, those who follow him are just things that can be discarded at will.
They were not even qualified to be branded with the Dark Mark, and all his elites followed him to the Ministry of Magic.
He freed Lucius from the house-elf statue with a wave of his wand.
"One of my loyal followers escaped from prison and brought me information and strategies."
Voldemort looked at one of the Death Eaters who came in, "Barty Crouch Jr., you did a good job."
In the crowd, Barty Crouch Jr. stepped out without saying a word.
"Little Barty?" Dumbledore's face was no longer calm when he saw the young man.
He participated in that trial and watched Barty Jr. being sent in and reported to have died in Azkaban.
Unexpectedly, little Barty was actually standing here alive.
How did he do it?
Sirius had some impressions of the young man who was crying and howling in Azkaban, and he felt even more incredible after seeing it.
The situation reversed, and the offense and defense changed.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
