I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He wasn't scolded in the first grade.

The closer he got to immortality, the more anxious Voldemort became.

He already had a hunch that maybe nothing had happened to that damn John Wick.

But eternal life lies before us.

How could he give up on this?

The Harry in the Mirror of Erised had already started dancing, with no intention of handing over the Holy Grail.

Voldemort's greedy eyes kept looking for a way to break it.

He pushed Harry aside and crawled in front of the mirror to search.

He didn't dare destroy the mirror, as that might cause the Holy Grail to disappear.

Harry was extremely nervous; he didn't expect Voldemort to arrive before him.

Reaching for his wand, Harry attempted a surprise attack on Voldemort.

Voldemort sensed his intention and raised his wand, emitting a beam of red light that caused Harry to twitch.

"Tell me how to get the things inside."

Voldemort was already crazy. He didn't kill Harry because he felt that the thing inside needed someone else's help to get it.

"I have no idea!"

Harry was telling the truth. He was not a member of the Star Society, so how could he know how to obtain it?

Voldemort didn't believe it and tortured Harry with the Cruciatus Curse.

Harry screamed and tried to get up but was kicked down by Voldemort.

"Harry Potter, you have used my failure to enjoy the title of savior in the wizarding world for so many years."

Voldemort grabbed Harry's collar and pulled him up, his narrow scarlet eyes looking as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Tell me, Harry," Voldemort's dangerous whisper rang out, "where is the Holy Grail?"

His hands left Harry's body, but the force still held Harry's neck.

Harry's body continued to rise, and Voldemort waved his hand violently, and Harry's body fell heavily down.

Voldemort did not stop. His hands waved, and Harry was repeatedly collided with them, and his internal organs seemed to be broken.

"Okay, just give it two more hits and it will be fine."

Came John's voice as he strolled out of the maze.

Looking at Harry, John said helplessly: "What did you say you came in for?"

Harry was speechless. He was staring at John in disbelief.

"He's smarter than you in this respect," John shook his head helplessly, "He should have guessed that I was fine when he joined the Star Club."

"Yeah, Tom?"

John looked at Voldemort.

Voldemort also regained his composure, staring at John with his narrow red eyes.

"Surprising?" John chuckled. "You have connections with the headmaster of the magic institute and made Bellatrix look like a ghost. Your hobby is really weird."

"Lure me in here," Voldemort sneered. "You want to ambush me?"

"If it was an ambush, you shouldn't have shown up."

Voldemort raised his wand and a bolt of green lightning flashed past John.

John ducked and said calmly, "Ambush? You're wrong, Tom."

Walking down slowly, John said calmly, "There's no need to do this to you."

"This is the fourth time, Tom."

He raised his hand and grasped the air, and the Silver Wick Sword appeared in his hand.

With silver rings covering his arms, John smiled faintly and said, "You will still lose to me."

"You can't escape this time."

John's words were incredible. He actually wanted to fight Voldemort head-on.

Harry said anxiously: "John, don't underestimate the enemy!"

"Shut up." John said unhappily, "I haven't yet pursued your admission into my Star Club."

Harry stopped talking.

"You also prepared the dragon." Voldemort confronted John and asked, "How did you do it?"

"How do you do that?" John said calmly, "Do you need a reason to serve your king?"

Taking out a bottle of blood with an octopus swimming in it from his pocket, John drank it.

Magic blood state.

John licked the corner of his mouth and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.

"We should finish it, Tom."

He took action.

He swung the sword in his hand, and a flaming blade streaked across the void.

Voldemort immediately waved his wand and green light flew towards John.

"You are an outdated Dark Lord. You should disappear into the dust of history."

John physically disappeared and reappeared, pulling out his wand and waving it, causing Voldemort's feet to sink.

At the moment before falling, Voldemort's body flew into the air.

Only two people can fly without the help of broomsticks or other props.

One is Voldemort and the other is Snape.

John watched him fly, and activated his Meteor Shoes to take off as well.

The magic wand was waved, and brilliant white light shot out.

Three silver shields appeared in front of Voldemort's wand, blocking the Shattering Curse, and he shot out a huge snake that coiled around John.

John did not dodge, but directly used the sword in his right hand to cut the snake in half.

A wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

John is good at both offense and defense, and with the magic blood state, John's magic level has reached a level close to level seven.

A big dog jumped out of the maze and bit Voldemort. The big dog exploded into rubble the next second.

The two fought from the ground to the sky, and then fell from the sky to the ground.

Transfiguration, dark magic, ancient magic...

Two people who are equally knowledgeable are showing a duel of strength beyond the peak at this moment.

"I am the king of Slytherin!" Voldemort smashed the big dog that John had transformed into with a green light, and shouted, "I am the heir of Slytherin, the descendant of Gaunt!"

"So what?"

John raised his hand and shot out white light, and his right hand slashed out golden flames.

He sneered, "You've run away from your own blood, Tom."

“Now I’m escaping death again.”

John raised his wand, and holes exploded in the ground, transforming into hundreds of birds that rushed towards Voldemort.

A transparent protective shield appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes, and all the birds shattered into pieces when they passed by.

He suddenly thrust the sword in his hand into the ground, causing the ground to crack into pieces.

Red flames erupted from the gap.

Voldemort dodged in various ways, but his robes were still touched.

Holding the wand in both hands, John waved it from top to bottom.

The invisible sword blade cut across the earth, leaving a neat cut that separated the ground.

Drawing out the Silver Wick sword, John said calmly: "You have been running away. You are a coward, Tom."

He blew out a breath, and John was surrounded by mist.

His voice came from all directions, full of dreams.

"Don't run away from it. Accept your death, Tom."

A huge snake of fierce fire spewed out from Voldemort's wand, burning and hissing.

"A broken soul is doomed to never rest in peace."

Voldemort waved his wand, and the Fiery Serpent rushed towards the mist. A red dragon flew out of the mist and collided with the Fiery Serpent.

The aftermath of the two caused cracks to appear on the walls of the maze.

Harry was stunned by the fight.

The noise was even louder than the battle at the Ministry of Magic.

The place was more empty and without the obstruction of other people.

The fire dragon's sharp claws tore open the fire snake's body, and the fire snake bit the fire dragon's neck.

The two fierce fires perished together.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Reducto"

The green light and white light collided, and the huge impact caused the fog to be cleared away.

The strong light shone everywhere, making the air tremble.

Circles of magical power fluctuate into ripples that spread out.

Harry hid behind the maze wall and saw it crumbling bit by bit.

It's like it's been weathered away for thousands of years.

John felt the magic power in his body disappearing quickly.

At the same time, the system prompt sound came.

[Ding, the magic blood ends]

[Gain the Black Lake Spirit's special features: elves, software, growth, longevity]

[Elf: Strengthen the power of elements]

【Software: Enhanced softness】

[Growth: Increases the speed of mana absorption and growth]

【Longevity: Lifespan greatly increased】

The end of magic blood.

This meant that John's brief burst of magical power growth was also disappearing.

Voldemort's attack became heavy, and John controlled the Silver Wick sword in his right hand to fly towards Voldemort.

Voldemort waved his wand, causing the Silver Wick sword to fly away.

The attacks of both of them disappeared at the same time.

John took a step back, and that was it.

Voldemort discovered it.

"You're too arrogant."

A high-pitched, cold voice sounded, and Voldemort stared at John.

"You could have continued to grow. I need to admit that your growth rate and talent are both better than mine when I was a student."