I swung a sword at Hogwarts

One was in Harry's hand and the other was in Voldemort's hand.

what happened?

"If you want to hold me back like this, it's no use." Voldemort looked at John. "No one can come in."

John was oppressed by this huge force and laughed, "Did you forget there is a third person?"

Voldemort's face changed drastically and he looked at Harry.

"You want him to kill me?" There was a trace of fear of death in Voldemort's voice, "This is a duel, the great honor of defeating the Dark Lord, you want to hand it over to him?"

"Of course not." John shook his head seriously.

"Do you know something?"

"what?"

Voldemort had no idea what drug John was selling.

John grinned, "About your Horcrux."

Under Voldemort's horrified gaze, John slapped his handbag.

Two things flew out of his bag.

Hufflepuff's gold cup.

Ravenclaw's diadem.

"It's you, the one who stole the golden cup!"

Voldemort's eyes turned red. He would never forget that someone had planted a bomb in Gringotts.

He actually took more than one Horcrux.

Voldemort panicked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Tom," John said with clear eyes, looking at Voldemort and smiling, "I want to change everything."

After saying that, his right hand turned in another direction.

Not Voldemort, and not two Horcruxes.

But...

Harry!

Huge star auroras sprinkled down to form a magical realm.

John had many more grey hairs in his hair and his voice had an electric sound.

"I will step into a place of no return!"

The black silk stockings rolled towards Harry through her right hand, and she tied him up and dragged him up as Harry looked horrified.

"What is he going to do?"

"Harry!"

People outside saw this scene and exclaimed.

Sirius tried to charge, but Neville simply grabbed him by the throat, lifted him up, and threw him at Ron's feet.

Ron shouted at Neville, "What are you doing! You're a Gryffindor!"

"You're going to watch John Wick kill Harry!"

Neville said muffledly, "John wouldn't do that."

Ron didn't want to hear it. He rushed over angrily and was kicked down by Malfoy.

"Lie down or die!" Malfoy put his wand against Ron's head.

"No!" Hermione shouted to stop him. Malfoy did not do anything. Ron got up again and was knocked down by him again.

Repeatedly.

Finally, he simply put away his wand, grabbed Ron's collar with his fist, and kept punching him deliberately.

Dumbledore saw John had caught Harry and used his wand directly.

"I shouldn't have given him that thing," Dumbledore said.

King and Percy acted at the same time, but they were far inferior to Dumbledore.

It's totally not on the same level.

Fleur also stood in front, but was unable to move after a wave of Dumbledore's wand.

Cedric apologized and used Transfiguration to try to hold Dumbledore back.

Directly cracked by Dumbledore.

His steps were blocked by that magical field.

Dumbledore looked up and saw that the stars in the sky were actually magic crystals.

Even he couldn't break it in a short period of time.

John inside had already caught Harry, and he said to Harry, "Remember our deal?"

Harry was stunned, thinking about the previous deal.

He said unwillingly: "You want to kill me?"

"No, I won't," John said calmly, "I'm just going to take something from you."

"What is that?" Harry wondered as the scar on his forehead burst into severe pain.

John's right hand had already touched the scar, as if he was going to drill his head open, causing Harry to scream in pain.

This scene made everyone's heart ache.

"Here, there is a secret that is unknown to the public."

From the flying Ravenclaw crown, silver threads penetrated into Harry's body.

"That's... a soul!"

Dumbledore's expression changed completely now, and his face darkened.

Where did John get all those souls?

Using his soul as a knife, John penetrated into Harry's consciousness.

After a drowsy move, John arrived at his destination.

A white station.

Harry had a terrible headache, and just before he felt his head was about to explode, his consciousness arrived at this station.

He looked around blankly, as if he had no idea where he was.

But John knew exactly where this was.

This isn't the first time I've come in.

Blurred fantasy.

A place where I have seen the Grim Reaper before.

And this is also his real purpose.

Meeting with Death.

...

Chapter 375 I Awakened the Dead

The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of steam.

In a place resembling a station, the scene in the distance seems to be unconstructed.

The ground was white as Harry lay there, and the ground was neither cold nor hot.

He sat up, feeling no physical injury and no more headache.

But he touched his face and his glasses were gone.

But it's still clear.

The Twilight Zone is a magical place.

They exist in the soul, between life and death.

And each one is different, and each one is the most impressive place.

It seems that for Harry, the most profound place is undoubtedly King's Cross Station, where he first came into contact with the wizarding world.

John appeared here, glanced at Harry, and said casually: "Sit anywhere, make it your own home."

Harry was confused. What was going on? Why did he end up in a different place?

"John, what did you do?" Harry asked warily.

John walked to the bench at the station and sat down. He patted the chair and motioned Harry to sit over.

Harry hesitated for a long time, but finally walked over and sat down.

He felt that John was not in danger now.

Looking at the railway tracks in the station, John said in a trance: "It seems that we haven't sat together for a long time."

Come to think of it, he and Harry had a pretty good relationship before their second year.

They run away together, try to avoid being caught by Filch, break into Fluffy's room, and even sit down to eat together at Christmas.

"So much time has passed without me noticing." Harry also sighed.

Neither of them had any directed hostility. John raised his hand and produced an every-flavor bean, handing it to Harry.

"Thank you." Harry took it and tasted it, frowning and asked, "No taste?"

Of course it has no taste, because John has no sense of taste either.

"This place is called Twilight Zone, a wandering realm between life and death." John said something else.

"Twilight Zone? Between life and death?" Harry asked doubtfully. "Are we dead?"

"Precisely, almost." John put the every-flavored beans into his mouth and smiled, "Have you noticed that there is a conflict between me and Dumbledore?"

Harry mumbled, "A little bit."

In truth, Harry didn't feel very deeply about it.

He had been angry with Dumbledore all year, so he had no time to notice.

John didn't care either, saying, "Because he's afraid of me."

"Afraid of you?" Harry thought this was ridiculous; that was Dumbledore.

"You should have seen Tom, that is, Voldemort," John waved his hand, motioning him to listen carefully. "You see what he looks like? I mean no nose."

"He is indeed ugly." Harry had to admit that Voldemort was really ugly, and he didn't know why so many people followed him.

Harry, a veteran face lover, said he didn't understand.

"That's what happens when you study taboos."

John threw a multi-flavored bean up and put it into his mouth. He said easily, "I'm about the same as him."

"But you have a nose," said Harry bluntly.

John was choked and said speechlessly: "The price of taboo is not just the nose."

Harry smiled sheepishly and asked, "So you have violated a taboo?"

"Yes," John nodded and said, "Time and soul, these two are taboos. Unfortunately, I encountered both."

Harry didn't have much idea about this. After all, he had touched time and came into contact with souls.

John sighed, "I'm not you, Harry. You're the savior and I'm just a normal person."

Harry grumbled, thinking what kind of ordinary person you are.