stars.
Whether in the world of magic or technology, this is a field full of secrets.
The heavenly spheres meet and the stars twinkle.
John turned the wand in his left hand, forming a closed Möbius strip.
The blade of the right hand absorbs the bright starlight.
His wings spread out on his back, and the power of the stars entered his body through the wings.
John opened his eyes again, chaotic light flashed from his eyes, and everything turned into black and white in his eyes.
"I've gone further than you about taboos."
"Tom!"
John roared, and a terrifying clicking sound came from Voldemort's ears.
He looked down and saw a dog coming to him, opening its mouth full of jagged fangs and biting down.
The teeth, which seemed to be inlaid with titanium alloy dog teeth, easily cut open Voldemort's ankle.
Pain entered Voldemort's brain in an instant.
"Damn it!"
Voldemort swung and sent Tom flying out.
At the same time, John manipulated the golden Möbius strip to form a closed field.
Voldemort found that he could not get out of this area.
He is like a revolving lantern, no matter how he walks, he will eventually return to the starting point.
"Time magic?"
Regarding time magic, Voldemort once wanted to study it in depth.
But it seems like a joke, he has no extraordinary talent in time magic.
Although he is proficient in a lot of black magic, he is not as far as John in terms of time.
The wand in John's hand could not withstand the huge force and suddenly broke.
Among the pieces of debris flying up from the wand, a silver-white soul fragment intertwined with gold and silver floated in the air.
John held the sword with both hands, looking directly at Voldemort with his chaotic vertical pupils.
"The wandering remnant soul returns to the body of its owner."
As the ancient whisper sounded, the golden and silver soul was swallowed by the sword of Silver Wake.
Voldemort felt that he was locked by a force.
This is a power he cannot avoid.
With the soul as a prerequisite, even Voldemort cannot resist his soul returning to his body.
John was quickly pulled out of his life, and his black hair quickly turned gray.
The power of the stars poured into Silverwick's sword, and the red magic stone on the hilt converted this energy into magic power that John could control.
"Tom, you can't dodge this sword!"
John raised his swords as if the grim reaper had announced his death.
The dazzling and magnificent scene makes it impossible to take your eyes away.
Voldemort, trapped in a time cycle, frantically wanted to escape.
"No——!" The fear of death caused Voldemort to completely lose his dignity.
He tried various methods, and the wand in his hand continued to attack the field with powerful magic.
In the end, there was no other way, so he quickly conjured more than a hundred silver shields to block him.
As if this can make oneself feel safe.
However, John closed his eyes.
The Sword of Silver Wick flashed a gentle, soft silver light in the air.
"The soul has returned."
A sword mixed with Voldemort's remnant soul and time.
Along with that soft sigh.
With just one breath, more than a hundred shields were crossed.
On top of the taboo, John went too far.
Far enough that he could do something unnatural.
This sword was astonishing for a long time.
When it falls, it is light and silent.
Harry didn't see the devastating crack and collapse.
Some are just beautiful dreams in the Mobius realm turned into golden sand scattered.
The silver shield disappeared, and Voldemort stared blankly down at his hands.
"wind?"
Inexplicably, Harry felt the wind.
He looked up again.
John maintained his sword-raising posture, but his hair turned white at this moment.
Voldemort moved, and the gust of wind blew his body, causing a dark red blood line to appear in his heart.
Get moving.
Get moving!
The desire to survive was spinning crazily in his brain, and Voldemort's expression gradually became ferocious.
The dark red blood line is getting longer and longer, symbolizing Voldemort's imminent death.
In a daze, Voldemort seemed to see a black cloak standing not far away.
Under Harry's horrified gaze, the blood line actually stopped.
The sudden change made Voldemort ecstatic.
His brain was working rapidly and he figured out the reason.
So he made a decision so that he could survive.
Voldemort looked at John with a ferocious expression, "You really surprised me, but it's a pity that you are wrong."
He raised his wand and made a high, cold sound.
With a voice filled with incomparable hatred and madness, he said word by word: "Hundred! Ghost! Night! OK!"
This man, already overwhelmed by death, wanted to turn himself into a monster.
Under the influence of the curse, Voldemort transformed his soul.
John couldn't move a finger now.
The power of the stars, time and soul drained his body dry.
He looked at Voldemort, whose soul gradually turned black at this moment.
The sword in his hand slipped and plunged into the ground.
"Hahaha——" Voldemort was already crazy. He looked at John with hatred, "You should aim at my head."
"You use my soul to attack me. I have to admit that if it were me before, I would be dead."
Voldemort said: "It's a pity that you forgot one thing."
Seeing that John was unable to fight anymore, Voldemort spread his hands and said crazily: "Do you know why I must start a war this year?"
"Because of love."
"Yes, love!"
He asked himself, looked at Harry, and when Harry felt confused, he said, "Love from Lily Potter!"
"impossible!"
Harry's pupils were shaking and he said loudly: "This is impossible!"
"Have you forgotten, savior?" Voldemort broke through his own limits and escaped the fatal attack. "I have your blood in my body, and I also continue your mother's magic."
Harry found it hard to believe that Voldemort was resurrected through his own blood.
John scowled.
"That's right!" Voldemort said happily, enjoying the defeat of his powerful enemy at this moment, "If it weren't for your mother's love, if it wasn't for my soul as a carrier to attack, I would be dead now."
Everything is just one move away.
Voldemort was resurrected by Harry's blood, and he had the same bloodline as Harry.
Lily's love magic protected Harry from Voldemort until he reached adulthood.
And John happened to be using Voldemort's soul. .
It's all too coincidental.
It seems that even God is helping Voldemort.
"Dumbledore was right, love can transcend death!"
Those who least understand love, those who trample on love, are actually protected by love.
How ironic.
"The Demon King lives forever!" Voldemort shouted evilly, "And the Demon King's old enemy is just a stepping stone."
Harry was in complete despair, neither Dumbledore nor John could defeat Voldemort.
Who else can?
Savior?
Harry gritted his teeth and stood up, running to John's side.
"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Harry who raised his wand and scoffed.
He smiled and said, "It seems you are still dreaming of the savior."
"No, I just..." Harry took a deep breath, "I want to protect Hogwarts."
John looked at Harry, not expecting him to be standing in front of him.
but……
"We don't need a savior here, Harry."
John was surprisingly calm and said to Harry, "Get out of the way."
"John, you're going to die!" Harry didn't want to watch John die.
"You are young after all."
John shook his head slightly, straightened up reluctantly, and looked up at Voldemort, who was preparing to avoid further trouble.
He said calmly: "Old enemy? Voldemort, you seem to have made a mistake."
Behind Voldemort, in the bleak darkness.
One person steps out.
"From beginning to end, I was never the old enemy you predicted."
"Your old enemy," John chuckled, "have you forgotten?"
"Those two boys."
Just like in the first grade, Voldemort's right hand was cut off by a sword, and he turned around in disbelief.
Neville was holding a dark golden sword, and the muscles in his arms were bulging.
The sword with the power to destroy demons sliced open the body of the great demon known as Baigui Yakou.
"For my old friend, for the Star Club, and for my king!"
Neville roared: "I'm going to kill you, Voldemort!"
He held the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword penetrated his chest, and dark red blood spattered.
This sword directly penetrated Voldemort's chest.
That heart was completely pierced.
Neville roared and kicked Voldemort.
The thin black robe now faded and became more transparent.
Voldemort couldn't believe it.
This time, he no longer has the magic of love.
Voldemort, who willingly degenerated into a hundred demons, lost the qualification to be loved.
July's Boy, Neville Longbottom.
The man who was prophesied to be the possible savior.
The Demon King marked his old enemy, Voldemort's old enemy, is no longer Harry Potter, but has become the Society of Stars.
so.....
Voldemort, Tom Riddle.
He was kicked and staggered back. His remaining left hand was opened, and the slender pupils in his red eyes were rolled up.
He fell to the ground.
The way he least expected, and the person he despised the most.
The most powerful Dark Lord was now like a mortal, his body limp and twitching.
The death and powerlessness brought about by blood loss filled him with fear.
His pale hand stretched toward the mirror.
This time, he was no longer untouchable.
John didn't lie to him, his soul was the key.
The golden chalice appears in the mirror.
Go through the mirror and the Holy Grail is there.
Voldemort used his desire and will to survive to touch the thing he pursued in his life with great piety.
"Close, close!"
Voldemort's body was gradually dissipating, like burning ashes blown away by the wind.
At the last moment.
He touched the Holy Grail.
Live forever, be immortal, and rule the magical world.
It seems that everything is in sight.
A smile appeared on his face.
However……
"I forgot to tell you that the curse of the opal necklace that killed nineteen Muggles was implanted on it."
John's voice came faintly.
Voldemort's smile froze.
What I thought was hope, turned out to be a stronger curse in the Holy Grail.
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