The flow of time in the trance is different.
From the outside, it doesn't look like much time has passed.
John opened his eyes and almost slipped out of his wand.
Voldemort's face was livid across from him, and something similar to debris could be seen floating on his body.
The fairy music was singing, and John's right hand was still controlling Harry.
Harry also woke up from the trance, but he was still confused.
John took a deep breath, communicated with the stars in the dome of the Ministry of Magic, and increased the magic infusion.
The huge magic power was like a colorful rainbow light, hitting the three people hard.
As the main carrier, John's body was under tremendous pressure.
But Voldemort was no better.
"What are you going to do?" Voldemort looked at John reluctantly.
He couldn't let go. If he let go, he would become the target of this huge magic power.
With Dumbledore outside, there was no way he could escape.
John grinned and said, "Do what you didn't do."
The golden cup hanging next to him flew to his head, absorbing the huge magic power.
John's eyes flashed with blackness, and he looked monstrous.
"The stars shine on the way home."
He suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the golden cup. Under the pouring magic power, golden sand flowed out of the golden cup as if it was overflowing.
The sand keeps falling and the surrounding environment changes.
The Ministry of Magic was receding from the landscape at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The Hufflepuff Gold Cup that can carry everything, I invest my time and soul for you, and use magic as the furnace to start refining it!"
Ravenclaw's crown was placed on John's head, and hundreds of silver-white soul spheres flew out of the crown and fell into the golden cup.
"What on earth did he do? Why are there so many souls?" Lupine exclaimed.
They could all see what was going on inside, and they could all see what John was doing.
He manipulates time and sacrifices souls.
"He's touching the taboo." Dumbledore couldn't wait any longer.
Waving the Elder Wand, he attempted to break the magical realm.
But John didn't stop yet.
After being infused with time and soul, Hufflepuff's golden cup became as bright as a little sun.
"Stop it, John!" Dumbledore shouted.
However, everyone in the Star Club that Dumbledore had knocked down stood up at this moment.
"You..." Dumbledore was startled and said complicatedly, "Do you know what John Wick is doing?"
"I don't know," Malfoy grinned, "but I know that he is doing something that no one else is allowed to interrupt. That's enough."
Everyone in the Society of Stars raised their wands and declared war on Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked complicated, for their king.
But what John was doing now was beyond what Dumbledore could accept.
That power was enough to destroy the entire London.
John restrained Voldemort with his left hand and held up the golden cup with his right hand. Harry was still controlled by the Soul-Eating Curse.
Their shape forms a triangle.
John poured the last ingredient into the golden cup.
That's a magic stone.
The bloody magic stone floated slowly.
There were bursts of inaudible murmurs coming from the golden cup.
There are only three people who can understand this ancient language.
Filled the hall.
A magic circle appeared on the golden cup.
Voldemort looked at the Philosopher's Stone greedily, and he was sure that it was what he had always dreamed of getting.
If he hadn't been restrained now, he would have snatched it away at the risk of being left behind.
Dumbledore took action, and so did the Order of the Phoenix.
Ignoring the Death Eaters, they attacked the Society of Stars.
Neville blocked Sirius, Fleur blocked Tonks, Cedric faced off against Lupin, and Percy, King, and Malfoy attacked Dumbledore at the same time.
But Dumbledore was too powerful. He fought off the three of them and waved his wand.
A powerful magic power formed a spell and fell on the huge magic field.
Let the magic realm tremble.
John's face froze, and the magic stone fell into the gold cup.
The touch of the two symbolizes the fusion of taboos.
Overflowing golden sand, floating souls, magic stones.
The three were fused into a magic circle by John under the huge wash of magic power.
"The great taboo that controls time, life and death, and creation, the three combined into one, is..."
John grasped it hard with his right hand, forced to fuse with the magic power.
"Holy Grail."
The sun-like golden color receded, and the sky over London changed color.
A huge vibration came, warning of the birth of something that defied the heavens.
A huge crack appeared on the floor of the Ministry of Magic, and the stars on the dome dimmed.
John suddenly turned his gaze to Voldemort, and the golden thread between the two of them continued to tremble.
It seems to be about to break.
Both bodies are under severe stress.
John wears a crown and holds the Holy Grail, and his pupils turn into vertical pupils.
A fatal feeling passed into Voldemort's heart.
Voldemort's brain gave an early warning, causing him to instinctively close his eyes.
"The soul is back."
Casting spells without a wand.
Voldemort's body suddenly froze, and the scales belonging to the golden thread collapsed.
Drilling towards the wand, the balance of the two was broken and ghosts appeared around Voldemort.
John almost fell down, but his eyes remained focused on Voldemort.
It also means that the realm between them is about to dissolve.
The Star Club became even more crazy, and Jin swooped down, interrupting Dumbledore's curse.
Percy rushed forward and hugged Dumbledore's left leg with a sliding shovel. Malfoy roared and rushed forward to knock the centenarian away, but he grabbed him and threw him away.
The three people were like invincible, constantly hindering Dumbledore.
John walked towards Voldemort step by step, and Voldemort was unable to move.
He never dreamed that he would be plotted by a student who had not yet graduated.
This brief moment of stiffness would kill him.
The fear of death constantly impacted Voldemort's brain.
"Tom, you lost."
John stood in front of him and said calmly: "The third time."
"No—!" Voldemort couldn't accept it.
The right time, the right place, the right people.
John occupied three sides.
He replaced the core with a feather plucked from Fox.
After Voldemort and Dumbledore consumed it, they used the flashback produced by the same wand core properties to trap Voldemort.
Under the pressure of magic power, both parties used Death Eye to sneak attack, and then used Soul Xi to return unexpectedly.
"It's just a matter of three things. I'll take your soul."
There was black energy flowing out of John's eyes, he had consumed too much.
One of the super magic crystals in his left hand was extinguished.
The Holy Grail constantly delivers terrifying repressive power, suppressing people.
John let go of the Holy Grail, pointed his wand at Voldemort, and murmured the ancient language, "The soul returns."
More white smoke floated out of Voldemort's body.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, Voldemort's soul was extracted.
Harry's eyes widened after witnessing everything.
Voldemort saw his own body and made a rare lapse.
"No, that's impossible!"
But John wouldn't give him time to sigh, and he got closer to Voldemort step by step.
Staggering, John was too exhausted. He frowned and waved his wand.
"The soul is back!" He roared, sucking Voldemort's soul away, turning it into a silver light and entering the wand.
Voldemort's eyes turned white and his soul was sucked into a strange space.
Looking up again, three people appeared in front of Voldemort.
That is……
Tom Riddle.
...
Death wants Voldemort's soul, and John still needs to get it for him.
In the Holy Grail, it seems that the soul is condensed.
John was in a daze, Voldemort was solved by him.
Right now, all he has to do is resurrect Heinrich.
It seems everything has settled.
Holy Grail.
A fusion of taboos.
As long as his soul is recovered, John can do something that has never been accomplished by anyone in the past.
The huge idea made John use up everything he had.
The Death Eaters looked as if the sky was falling.
Their master's soul was extracted.
John held the wand, he was now down to the last two.
He turned his attention to Harry, who was still being controlled.
John walked over, raised his wand, and said, "Do you remember what I said, Harry."
"Take your ticket with you."
Harry was shocked to realize that it was not a dream.
He looked at John, the wand.
It was the wand that drew out Voldemort's soul.
Now.
Will John also use it to extract his soul?
He looked at the ghosts that were gradually dissipating. There was a couple inside who wanted to come and help him.
But John remained unmoved. He raised his wand and moved it towards Harry bit by bit.
...
As Voldemort's soul disappeared, only his physical body remained.
The flashback of both ends.
In everyone's eyes, John was going to take action against Harry at this moment.
Dumbledore used an offensive spell to knock Malfoy back, Percy fell into a coma, and King was held down by a conjured house-elf statue.
He waved his wand smoothly and widely, looking towards John with sadness on his face.
"John, you're still on that path."
Even though he couldn't bear it, he couldn't watch John pull out Harry's soul.
The huge magic power was released from the Elder Wand, and its power increased to a new level.
In that direction, it turned into a thick beam of light and fell.
The realm of magic.
broken!
"The soul is back."
...
Some people died, but not completely...
