I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I am destruction and rebirth."

Voldemort disappeared and emerged from the pool where the statue had stood, waving his wand. A poisonous snake jumped out of the wand and bit Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand in one fluid motion, making the snake behind him disappear.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore with his red eyes unwillingly.

Now that the opportunity has been lost, he waved his robe and was about to leave.

But then I heard the sound of gems breaking.

The power of supremacy.

launch.

The Silver Mask stared at Voldemort, and the sound stopped for a moment.

He stretched out his right hand and grasped in the air.

A sword slowly appeared in his right hand.

Slowly draw the wand across the sword, assuming the stance of holding the wand in the left hand and the sword in the right.

His voice became flat, relaxed.

"I bear the prophecy of destiny and possess a true name that is independent of the world."

Unable to leave, Voldemort raised his hands, gripping his wand tightly.

The broken glass flew up without any wind and gathered behind him.

Dumbledore thought to himself that something was wrong and opened a silver Shield Charm in front of him, like an upside-down pot.

The fragments flew towards Dumbledore and the silver mask.

"I am... a fire dragon."

Flames ignited from the tip of the sword and instantly covered the blade.

Silver Mask watched the incoming attack indifferently, his voice became strange, the syllables were ancient, and the sound was ethereal.

"Dragon blood flows in its body, and its sharp claws tear everything apart."

The flames burned the body along the hilt.

"The fangs take the life, the flames burn the skin, the venom enters the bone marrow."

The silver mask melted away, revealing protruding horns.

"Spreading my wings, I cover everything. The stars enter my mouth, and my shadow devours the world."

The body swelled and the wings behind it broke free.

"I'm……"

"Dragon King!"

The flames turned into towering pillars of fire, burning to the height of the dome.

Astonishingly high temperatures enveloped the entire hall, and the huge flames turned into a vortex.

In the flames, a pair of vertical pupils opened.

The approaching fragments were melted in an instant, and terrifying flames spurted out from the ferocious mouth.

It was as if a sun was ignited and the water vapor evaporated instantly.

Dumbledore could not help but open his eyes wide. Voldemort waved his wand vigorously, and a bright silver shield appeared in it.

He was enveloped and the ground turned into magma.

Harry and the others were already terrified, they were standing in the direction of the golden gate.

The dragon's breath was not directed at them, but they were still frightened by the terrifying high temperature.

The smell of burning came from their hair, and they couldn't imagine how hot it was in the center of the fire.

A breath of dragon lasted for thirteen seconds, and these thirteen seconds seemed as long as hell.

The flames vanished and Voldemort emerged from within.

There was a hint of disappointment in the huge dragon's eyes, but it returned to normal in an instant.

After all, the Dark Lord is not so easy to deal with.

His body began to shrink and returned to its original appearance.

Only this time, there was no mask on his face.

He holds a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

His pair of vertical pupils were different from Voldemort's snake eyes. His eyes exuded a sacred majesty.

John blew on the flame on the sword and said with a smile: "Of course, if you want, you can also call me by my name, John Wick."

The Ministry of Magic almost destroyed the entire hall under the dragon's breath, and Voldemort's clothes were on fire and he put out the fire.

His eyes were fixed in that direction, more with disbelief.

"You...are still alive?"

When Voldemort said this, even the famous Dark Lord became confused in the face of such a shock.

Dumbledore also looked at the young face.

Not long ago, he received the 'death news' from Snape.

A death witnessed by a Potions Master cannot be false.

So……

John, how did you come back from death?

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Chapter 371 I Laughed at Death

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 be completely dead.

But what about John?

There was no antidote for the poison Voldemort had given him, and he even considered using it on Dumbledore.

It was a fatal poison. Even if one possessed a Horcrux, one would not be able to regain a physical body in a short period of time.

Otherwise, Voldemort would not have to wait for 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, even though he has great power, these external things are understandable.

But why does he have such power when he looks so young?

Voldemort stared at John, ignoring even Dumbledore.

Everyone at the scene had different reactions.

Harry was surprised and confused, Hermione was delighted and happy, and Luna took it for granted.

Bellatrix's body was unable to move, and Lucius hurried to Voldemort to show his loyalty.

Drogon separated from Lupin, with more injuries on his body.

Sirius ran out and finally found the exit from the constantly rotating hallway.

Everyone in the Star Society took off their masks, revealing their young faces.

John raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems the situation is clear, Tom."

Voldemort stared gloomily at John, the members of the Order of the Stars and the Order of the Phoenix.

With the old monster Dumbledore, Voldemort is now in a dilemma.

However, he suddenly laughed.

"You are indeed very talented, John Wick."

He praised John in a cold, high-pitched voice.

"But you seem to be too arrogant."

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 and asked, "Do you think you still have a chance?"

"You want my life?" Voldemort screamed. "Even if I die, I will still come back again."

Dumbledore put aside his speculation about the mystery of John's resurrection. He said calmly: "It would not satisfy me to simply take your life."

He cast a gratified look at John, as if he was very happy that John was fighting against the enemy with him.

"I am Voldemort!" cried Voldemort. "I will not die here."

He raised his wand and sent a beam of green light flying towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised his wand and swung it, dodging the attack.

Voldemort turned around and attacked John.

I think he wants to pick on the weak.

"I do what you can't do, Tom."

John looked calm, holding the sword in his right hand to cut off the incoming red light.

Dumbledore followed, with a tiny flame on the tip of his wand, trying to tie up Voldemort like a fish.

Even though Voldemort's ability to Apparate was restricted, he could still fly.

He flew into the sky, and two owls, one black and one white, descended from the sky, scratching his robe with their sharp claws.

Voldemort was furious and pointed his wand at the white mass, ready to cast a spell.

A silver light rose from the ground and passed by Voldemort, interrupting the spell and looking down.

John held the sword in his right hand, flew up suddenly, raised the magic wand in his left hand and swung it vigorously.

The thunderbolt struck towards Voldemort, causing him to fall rapidly.

With a flash of silver light, Voldemort stopped falling and quickly turned around to avoid it.

John knew that 70% of Voldemort's power was spent on guarding against Dumbledore.

The magic of capturing objects was activated, and Voldemort's body paused.

John smashed down hard, looking down at Voldemort.

"That's beyond your reach. You're a coward, Tom."

Voldemort offset all the downward force, and Lucius went to save him, but was hooked by Dumbledore's flames and thrown out.

As they fell, Voldemort swung his wand, and a streak of green light passed by John and hit the clouds.

He held the Silver Wick sword in his hand, and rushed down with the upper of his shoes shining.

The sharp sword flashed with silver light, and Voldemort activated the Shield Charm to block the attack.

He raised his hand to cast ancient magic, and John was swept away by the wind and lost his balance. Voldemort raised his wand and was about to release the Killing Curse.