I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Despite the jokes, there was still only happiness in their eyes.

John is back.

Percy held out the golden cup and asked, "What now?"

"Of course we are going to continue with our plan."

Glancing at the stunned Sirius, John casually said, "Dumbledore should have met his match soon."

He looked at Sirius, who still hadn't come back to his senses, and smiled.

"Are you surprised? I came back from the dead."

The stars surround their king, the bright star belonging to Hogwarts, who returns from death.

...

Harry didn't know where he got the strength and courage from, and chased Bellatrix all the way.

They chased him from the Department of Mysteries all the way to the Ministry of Magic lobby.

At the same time, Voldemort received the news.

John Wick is dead, which also means that he has one less enemy.

...

Chapter 369 Who are you?

Harry chased Bellatrix all the way from the Hall of the Dead to the Hall of the Brain and then to the Entrance Hall.

Bellatrix let out a maniacal laugh that echoed through the hallway.

The circular hallway spun again, and Harry had no idea which exit it was.

"Where's the way out?" he asked quickly.

The door of the room behind him suddenly opened, revealing the corridor leading to the elevator.

He didn't care about anything else and rushed out.

Just before arriving, he saw Bellatrix getting on the elevator and waving to him.

He hurried over to the other elevator and frantically punched the button that summoned it.

The elevator came down.

He rushed in and frantically pressed the up button.

Arriving at the Ministry of Magic lobby, he squeezed out of the gate before it was fully opened.

Bellatrix saw Harry chasing out and laughed even crazier.

Looking back, she shot a spell at Harry.

Harry dodged behind the Magical Brothers fountain and the spell passed over him and struck the golden doors on the other side of the hall.

He noticed that the footsteps had stopped and Bellatrix was no longer running.

Harry crouched behind the statue and listened.

"Come out, come out, little Harry!" the crazy woman cried, imitating the voice of a baby. "What are you chasing out for? Is it to play hide-and-seek?"

Harry felt a surge of rage at the thought of his godfather being nearly killed by Bellatrix.

That anger drove him to rush out, pointing his wand at Bellatrix, catching her off guard.

“Crucio!” Two voices rang out.

Bellatrix cried out, and the spell sent her tumbling to the ground.

But at the same time, Harry also fell down.

The voice drawled disdainfully: "You need to be malicious from the bottom of your heart, Potter."

It's Lucius.

Harry forgot that he had run out too.

Harry's body convulsed as pain gripped him.

Bellatrix, on the other hand, quickly stood up.

"Haha - hahaha -" the shrill laughter made Harry want to kill her.

Bellatrix shouted to Harry triumphantly: "You are too immature. Your ignorance will cost you your life in vain."

Her exposed hideous skin looked like tree bark, and she screamed, "Hand over the prophecy, now, immediately, right now!"

When Harry heard this, he roared with a hint of revenge in his eyes: "Then you can only kill me, because the prophecy ball is gone!"

Lucius's expression was panicked for a moment, he slapped Harry and yelled, "Shut up!"

There was blood on the corner of Harry's mouth, and he sneered: "He knows, your dear old friend Voldemort knows that he is gone! He will be unhappy with all of you, right?"

"What? What do you mean?" Bellatrix ran over like a madman, pushed Lucius away, and pinched Harry's neck with her long nails.

"He saw it, too," said Harry, looking at Lucius. "He saw who broke the prophecy."

Bellatrix immediately turned to look at Lucius, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

Lucius thought to himself that this was not good, and said hurriedly: "He is just lying, he always lies!"

Harry wanted to retort, but the feeling of suffocation and the burning pain in his scar made him speechless and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Lie!" Bellatrix screamed, and she said fiercely: "Give me the prophecy ball!"

The grip on his neck increased in strength and Harry rolled his eyes.

He fumbled with his hands on the ground and grabbed his wand.

He thrust his wand fiercely at Bellatrix.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Bellatrix screamed, she loosened her hands around Harry's neck, and blood flowed down her face.

Harry breathed in air again, and after coughing several times, he finally regained his vision.

Lucius was about to step forward to restrain Harry, but a red light shot out from behind and made him fall.

It's that crazy woman.

She looked like a demon that had just crawled out, her face bloodied and she roared, "He is mine. This is the mission assigned to me by the master!"

"You lunatic!" Lucius yelled.

Harry took the opportunity to crawl back.

Bellatrix seemed to be crazy again, shouting at the air: "Master, I tried my best, I tried my best, please don't punish me."

"Stop wasting your breath," Harry yelled, his eyes blinded by the pain from his scar. "He can't hear you talking here."

"Really, Potter?" a cold, high-pitched voice said.

Harry felt a chill creeping up from the soles of his feet to his head.

He opened his eyes, and was tall and thin, wearing a black hood.

The pair of slender red eyes with pale and haggard face that looked like a terrifying snake were chilling.

Voldemort.

He is here.

Appear here.

The wand was pointed at Harry.

Harry stared, unable to move.

Lucius trembled and crawled to Voldemort's feet.

"Master, it was him. He was the one who destroyed the prophecy ball."

He lowered his posture to the lowest level, just short of kissing Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort turned his gaze to Harry. "So you smashed my prophecy?"

Cold red eyes stared at Harry like snakes.

In an instant, Voldemort learned a lot from that unsuspecting mind.

He looked down at Lucius and kicked Lucius over.

Lucius became even more frightened. He knew it was Draco who smashed the prophecy.

No, my son.

Lucius was in great pain.

Voldemort had plenty of patience with Bellatrix and whispered, "Bella, he is not lying. I saw the truth in his mind."

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I was..." the crazy woman cried.

"Stop talking, Bella." Voldemort turned his gaze back to Harry.

"But master, he is here, right down there."

Voldemort knew who Bellatrix was talking about.

He ignored it and raised his wand at Harry.

"On this day of celebration, I don't want to waste time talking to you, Potter."

That man was dead, the one who had kept the Death Eaters in hiding was dead.

Voldemort raised his wand quickly and chanted the spell.

"Avada Kedavra"

A green light lit up in front of Harry, threatening to kill him.

The golden wizard statue next to it suddenly came to life, jumped up from its base and landed between Harry and Voldemort, opening its arms in protection.

The green light brushed across the wizard's chest, blocking the attack.

The advanced Transfiguration reminded Voldemort of something. He looked around and shouted, "Dumbledore."

Harry's heart was beating rapidly as he saw Dumbledore appear in front of the golden doors.

When Voldemort saw Dumbledore, he suddenly burst into laughter for some reason.

Harry thought he might be frightened.

Hermione and Ron chased out, and after seeing Harry in danger, they shouted worriedly, "Harry."

"Hermione, Ron." Harry's heart suddenly lifted when he saw his friends.

But when he thought of Dumbledore being there, he relaxed.

He hurried over to meet up with a few people.

Ginny and Luna also ran out.

They stared at Dumbledore in awe.

The most powerful magician.

Voldemort didn't seem to care about them. He stared at Dumbledore and asked in a very strange way, "How do you feel?"

Dumbledore remained silent, but Voldemort didn't want to miss the opportunity.

He chuckled and suddenly asked loudly: "I'm asking you, Dumbledore, how do you feel?"

"What does it feel like?" Harry and the others were confused.

Voldemort showed a sinister and evil smile, "That man is dead, the guy who repeatedly ruined my plans, the student from Hogwarts..."

He stared at Dumbledore's changing expression and said sinisterly, "John Wick."

The few people who were still expecting Dumbledore to deal with Voldemort were stunned.

"He's not telling the truth, is he, Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione turned to look at Dumbledore. She felt that this was a very low-level method.

However, after a moment of silence, Dumbledore looked at Voldemort and said, "Tom, you killed him."