In This Hogwarts Without a Savior Chapter 417

  Chapter 417 415. Come with me

   "Dang Dang Dang!"

   The sound of the Three Strong Cups falling to the ground made a crisp sound unique to metal.

   At this moment, Jon clearly felt that the castle was a little different.

  Outside the library, the stairways that had been lifeless suddenly became alive again, and the statues and armor around the castle also began to have a lively atmosphere.

  Everything began to become special, and this change is like a recovery, and a new beginning.

  Jon himself didn't feel the slightest change in his body, but the Gryffindor sword in his hand was obviously different.

  The slender sword was shining with a faint light, as if it had been endowed with some strange magical power.

  But such a change didn't make Jon feel the slightest bit of joy and excitement, but instead made his mood sink to the bottom.

  He could feel the connection between himself and Hogwarts Castle, and this Voldemort in front of him has been designing for so long, and what he needs is this connection!

   "Do you feel it? You are the person this castle has been thinking about for more than ten years, Jon."

Voldemort flicked Draco's wand, smiled and walked slowly towards Jon, who was leaning against the wall. The black mist around him rose, like the countless unshakable souls who had died under his hands over the years. !

"Both you and Dumbledore should thank me. I have helped you a lot, right. This is the championship you have always wanted, and it is also the castle you have always wanted to take back. Now your requirements have been obtained. If you are satisfied, then in return, should you also satisfy me?"

  Jon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

  He stared closely at Voldemort who was approaching, inserted the Gryffindor sword into the ground, and stood up from the ground with great effort.

   And at this moment, the black mist that attacked Jon with the trophy just now suddenly dissipated, and then a crimson feather inside was revealed as if claiming credit!

   It was snatched from the interlayer of Jon's robe pocket. Dumbledore left Jon as a backup just in case, but Voldemort had seen through everything early on.

   "That damned phoenix, sooner or later I will make its life worse than death."

  Voldemort said such harsh words, but his face was still smiling. At the same time, he tapped the wand in his hand on Fox's feather, and in the next second, the feather turned into a handful of fly ash.

   "Dumbledore himself used this method to escape from me. Do you think I will give you this chance?"

  Jon watched the dust from the destroyed feathers fall to the ground, without much fluctuation in his eyes.

  In other words, since his pupils turned into that ball of golden fire, no one can accurately read his mood at the moment from his gaze.

The feather was actually carried by Jon from the very beginning of the game. It was indeed Dumbledore's backhand for him. Once he encountered an extremely dangerous situation, he could immediately summon Fox and let him take the feather with him. Jon runs away.

  But now that such an insurance method was discovered and destroyed by Voldemort at the very beginning, it meant that Jon's only escape route was completely blocked, and there was no possibility of escaping from the castle at all.

  Jon leaned on his sword and looked at Voldemort, who had already walked three meters away. The sword light emanating from Gryffindor's sword protected him from being attacked by the black mist.

   "The person who defeated Professor Dumbledore that year, and then occupied the entire UK and planned to annex France, has always been you, right?"

   Voldemort did not deny this.

   "Do you think if that idiot did these things, he could do what I do?"

  Jon was breathing heavily, his lungs had been seriously injured in that blow just now, but when he looked at Voldemort, he narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, of course he can't compare with you. All the changes in this world actually started from you. If it were the original Voldemort, even if Professor Dumbledore couldn't help him, he would not be able to beat Dumbledore. Professor, there is no way to have that kind of ability and means to control Britain for more than ten years without any major accidents, and it has been stable until now."

  His words froze the smile on Voldemort's face slightly.

   This is the expression he never showed when Jon recognized him and used Draco's body to show up.

   "What do you want to say?"

  His face gradually became calm, and his flat voice seemed to be without any emotion.

Jon laughed, the blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't been wiped clean, and Voldemort's emotional change didn't make him feel anything, but he had always been like that from the beginning, and now he finally There was some emotional change in expression that made Jon very happy.

"I want to say, you are a variable, and I am also a variable. Our appearance has caused unknown changes in the direction of this world. Maybe God knew this from the beginning, no, it can't be called God, according to magic The word in the world should be called fate, fate has been calculated a long time ago, this world needs to be corrected, and to get rid of these wrong changes, of course, you need a person like me."

   "I really should thank you, Voldemort, I will call you by this name for the time being, thank you for helping me and helping me make a choice."

   Hearing that Jon, who seemed like an outsider, was telling riddles, Voldemort's face became more and more gloomy.

"What's the point of what you say? You don't really think that you have a chance to confront me face to face, do you? If that's the case, then I was wrong. I always thought you were a smart person. You should have a clear understanding of yourself!"

  The moment his voice fell, the black mist around Voldemort exploded!

  At the same time, he swung the wand in his hand suddenly, and without any warning, the green death light suddenly swept towards Jon!

Although Jon was smiling, the vigilance in his heart was still undiminished. At the same time as Voldemort's movements unfolded, his whole body was also under the instant levitation spell, which was almost equivalent to the speed of teleportation, and he dodged away. This is a death curse.

  As the black mist filled Jon, the sword light of the Gryffindor sword soared, like a real iron armor curse, blocking all the black mist one meter away!

  After dodging Voldemort's attack, Jon's body didn't relax at all. His feet that had been pressed against the wall suddenly exerted force, making his body floating in mid-air fly towards Voldemort like an arrow being shot out!

  The silent spellcasting brought Voldemort an extremely fast response speed. Facing Jon's counterattack, he raised the wand in his hand without chanting or waving the spell, and the air around him began to become sticky the next moment.

  The surrounding obstacles seemed to be full of obstacles, which slowed down Jon's speed, which was originally impossible for people to react.

   But before such a dull feeling was produced for a second, Jon activated the magic of the second gemstone on the ring!

  The stop spell took effect immediately, and all the magical effects attached to Jon were erased, and the Gryffindor sword that Jon held in his hand had already pierced Voldemort's face!

  The wand that had been upright in Voldemort's hand suddenly changed at this moment.

  The whole wand began to stretch and widen, and when the sword tip was pierced, the wand body had already turned into a strong iron shield!

   "Boom!"

  A trembling sound echoed throughout the library. Jon's arm was numb from the shock, but he still insisted on not letting go of the sword hilt!

  Then, the wand that was turned into a shield turned back into a normal wand after blocking Jon's sword, and Voldemort looked at Jon with cold eyes.

  The green light lit up again, and Voldemort had obviously figured out the weirdness of Jon.

   Not only the flying magic without any magic fluctuations, but also the strange defense that can erase the magic effect.

  Any other spell will definitely be absorbed by Jon's spell stop before it hits Jon to take effect, because no matter how powerful and subtle Voldemort's spellcasting is, he can only mobilize Draco's magic.

This is where Jon's biggest advantage lies. Draco's magic power is of course not as good as Jon's, so after using the ring magic spell, Jon doesn't have to worry about Voldemort's other spells at all. The only thing he needs to pay attention to is A dead curse without any cure!

And Voldemort naturally discovered this, so the only two ways he wanted to kill Jon were either the Death Curse hit him head-on, or the cloud of black mist broke through the Gryffindor sword with the help of the castle. The defense engulfed Jon.

Jon can only be thankful that Voldemort has a powerful soul and means, but his magic power can't keep up. He also clearly understands that the most important purpose of this death curse is not to kill him, but to kill him. Forced away from the side!

  The Voldemort in front of him is definitely a person who is willing to use his brain no matter what he does or when he is fighting.

  He clearly knows what Jon's current strengths and weaknesses are. Human physical strength is limited, and in the case of casting spells, as long as the wizard does not cast spells at a fast pace for more than three hours in a row, he will not feel much fatigue at all.

   As long as Voldemort doesn't give Jon a chance to get close now, like a wolf biting a herd of cows, when Jon, the cow that is already covered in scars, is exhausted, it's time for him to really kill him!

   But such a short distance is exactly the opportunity that Jon has prepared for a long time ago!

   Facing the green light that had been lit by the tip of Voldemort's wand, Jon showed no fear on his face, instead he smiled and threw away the Gryffindor sword in his hand!

   Without the protection of the sword light, the surrounding black mist instantly engulfed Jon like a swarm of bees!

   At this moment, Voldemort suddenly felt a great fear and anxiety in his heart!

  The Death Curse in his hand has already lit up and shot out from the tip of the wand, but even if he has urged the casting speed to the extreme, there is no way to stop Jon's next move!

  Jon opened his arms, embracing the body controlled by Voldemort but belonging to Draco Malfoy!

   At the moment when he hugged him, Voldemort felt a pain like being pricked by a needle behind him, where Jon's hand that held the sword was originally located!

  The distance is too close, so close that the Iron Armor Curse can't take effect and has normal defense methods!

   At the moment when the mild pain came from behind him, Voldemort felt a violent tremor in his soul!

   And Jon's eyes were completely filled with the dead green at this time.

  He couldn't avoid such a short distance, and he had no intention of avoiding it from the beginning.

After Fox's feather was destroyed by Voldemort, Jon was destined to be unable to escape today, and he knew better than anyone else that the two seemed to be evenly matched for the time being. There is no doubt that he will die.

  Voldemort's attainment in magic is not something he can catch up to after just a few years of learning. Jon's only chance is to find an opportunity.

  An opportunity to die with this Voldemort in front of him.

   This is another backhand that Dumbledore and Salazar prepared together, a backhand that both Jon and Dumbledore themselves prepared.

  Since Voldemort learned the knowledge of merging Horcruxes from his ancestors, Salazar would naturally be able to find a way to crack his soul again.

Before the start of the third project, neither Jon nor Dumbledore knew what Voldemort wanted to do, but both of them prepared such a thing to crack Voldemort's assembled Horcruxes, so that as long as one of them If any of them encountered this Voldemort who had fused the remnant of the Horcrux, there would be special means against him.

According to Salazar's deduction, the reassembled soul is then violently torn apart. It is impossible for normal people to withstand such soul damage, but how to create a suitable opportunity to use this thing can only be seen. Dumbledore or Jon himself.

   And Jon obviously has found the right time at this moment. Voldemort thought he would inevitably avoid the death curse, but he just didn't dodge!

   Just like what he said just now.

  The node where this world has changed is the man standing in front of him who claims to be Voldemort, and Jon himself should not be the soul of this world in the first place!

  The magical world, which would go through hardships but will eventually move towards light, has become riddled with holes at this time. Jon clearly realized that as long as this Voldemort in front of him is wiped out, everything will be restored to its original state.

   As for him.

   It was originally an accident that shouldn't have happened here. After I died in my previous life, I was able to travel here to meet so many lovely people and experience so many wonderful things. This is already a big profit!

  The green light hit Jon thoroughly.

  At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.

  'Come with me, Voldemort, leave this world without you. '

  【Xiu Xian system is decompressing...data file error...Do you want to re-decompress?】

"yes"

  【Unzip successfully... Cultivating Immortal Guidance System, changing name...】

  【The beast master training system is at your service! 】

  The child lost his eyesight.

   This TM is obviously the world of cultivating immortals, where did the beast master come from!

Ding!

  【Achievement task: Supreme Supreme! 】

  【System detection, you have become the strongest beast master in the world, and rewards are being issued for you! 】

  【All Souls Supreme Body】

  【Description: You will become the supreme being, the source of immortal spirituality. Every drop of your blood, every hair of your hair can bestow immortality on all things, possess infinite potential, break free from all shackles, and achieve immortality]

   Cluck! quack!

A chill suddenly rushed into my heart, and the child came back to his senses. Immediately, he saw dozens of pairs of eager and greedy eyes staring at him. They were the poultry raised by his family, and they were staring at him in unison at this moment. he…

  (end of this chapter)

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