I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Unfortunately, you are too proud, which makes you think that you can face me and defeat me."

"And I," Voldemort said loudly with his hands open in an arrogant tone, "I am invincible!"

Voldemort seemed to have seen the outcome of his victory.

"Tell me, John, how do we get the Holy Grail out?"

But John smiled.

He watched Voldemort's monologue calmly.

The expression on his face was calm.

"The Holy Grail? You want it so badly?" John said calmly, "Use your soul, Tom."

Voldemort stared at John, and John said calmly: "The way to open it is your soul. You won't forget the stupid things you did before, right?"

"The soul of a broken body also wants to gain eternal life?"

John raised the Silver Wick sword above his head and sneered, "You can do it in your dreams."

The dark dome is dotted with stars.

Those were not ordinary stars; one by one they began to move across the dome.

The nine brightest stars move and line up in a straight line.

The celestial sphere converges.

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Chapter 503: The celestial spheres meet, I fight with the stars

stars.

Whether in the world of magic or technology, this is an area full of secrets.

The celestial spheres converge and the stars twinkle.

John rotated the wand in his left hand, forming a closed Möbius strip.

The blade in his right hand absorbs the radiant starlight.

His wings spread out on his back, and the power of the stars entered his body through the wings.

John opened his eyes again, chaotic light flashed from his eyes, and in his eyes, everything turned into black and white.

"I go further than you do when it comes to taboos."

"Tom!"

John roared, and Voldemort heard a terrifying snapping sound in his ear.

Looking down, he saw a dog coming up to him, opening its mouth full of jagged fangs and biting him.

The teeth, which seemed to be inlaid with titanium alloy dog ​​teeth, easily cut Voldemort's ankle.

Pain entered Voldemort's brain in an instant.

"Damn it!"

Voldemort swung Tom and sent him flying.

At the same time, John manipulated the golden Möbius strip to form a closed field.

Voldemort found that he could not get out of this area.

He is like a revolving lantern. No matter how he moves, he will eventually return to the starting point.

"Time magic?"

Voldemort once wanted to study time magic in depth.

But it seemed like a joke, he had no extraordinary talent in time magic.

Although he was proficient in many black arts, he could not go as far as John in terms of time.

The wand in John's hand could not withstand the huge force and broke suddenly.

Amidst the flying debris from the magic wand, a silver-white soul fragment interwoven with gold and silver floated in the air.

John held the sword with both hands, and stared directly at Voldemort with his chaotic vertical dragon eyes.

"The wandering soul returns to its master's body."

As the ancient whispers sounded, the soul intertwined with gold and silver was swallowed by the Sword of Silver Wick.

Voldemort felt that he was locked by a mysterious force.

This is a force he cannot avoid.

With the soul as a prerequisite, even Voldemort cannot resist his soul returning to his body.

John was rapidly losing his vitality, and his black hair was rapidly turning gray.

The power of the stars poured into the Silver Wick sword, and the red magic stone on the hilt converted this energy into magic power that John could control.

"Tom, you can't dodge this sword!"

Like the Grim Reaper announcing his death, John raised both swords high.

It was such a dazzling and magnificent scene that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Voldemort, trapped in the time loop, desperately wants to escape from here.

"No--!" The fear of death made Voldemort completely lose his dignity.

He tried various methods, and the wand in his hand continued to attack the field with powerful magic.

In the end, he had no other choice but to quickly conjure up more than a hundred silver shields to block in front of himself.

As if this could make him feel safe.

However, John closed his eyes.

The Silver Wick sword drew a gentle, soft silver light in the air.

"The soul has returned."

A sword mixed with Voldemort's remaining soul and time.

Accompanied by that soft sigh.

In just one breath, more than a hundred shields were crossed.

John went too far in his prohibition.

So far that he could do something that defied fate.

This sword is so powerful that it shakes the world.

When it falls, it is light and silent.

Harry did not see the devastating cracking and collapse.

All that was left was the beautiful and dreamy world of Mobius transformed into scattered golden sands.

The silver shield disappeared, and Voldemort looked down at his hands in a daze.

"wind?"

Out of nowhere, Harry felt the wind.

He looked up again.

John kept the sword raised and ready to chop, but his hair turned white at this moment.

Voldemort moved, and the wind blew his body, causing a dark red blood line to appear in the area of ​​his heart.

Move.

Get moving!

The desire to survive was running wildly in his brain, and Voldemort's face became increasingly ferocious.

The dark red blood line grew longer and longer, symbolizing that Voldemort's death was imminent.

In a trance, Voldemort seemed to see a man in a black cloak standing not far away.

As Harry watched in horror, the blood line actually stopped.

The sudden change made Voldemort ecstatic.

His brain was working rapidly and he figured out the reason.

So he made a decision to allow himself to survive.

Voldemort looked at John with a ferocious expression, "You really amazed me, but unfortunately you are wrong."

He raised his wand and uttered a high, cold voice.

With a voice filled with hatred and madness, he spoke word by word: "A hundred! ghosts! Walk! At! Night!"

This man, already crushed by death, was actually turning himself into a monster.

Under the influence of the spell, Voldemort transformed his own soul.

John couldn't move a finger now.

The power of the stars, time and soul, drained his body.

He watched as the soul gradually turned into the black Voldemort at this moment.

The sword in his hand slipped and stabbed into the ground.

“Hahahaha——” Voldemort had gone mad. He looked at John with resentment. “You should aim at my head.”

"You used my soul to attack me. I must admit that if it were me in the past, I would have died."

Voldemort said: "It's a pity that you forgot one thing."

Seeing that John was unable to fight again, Voldemort spread his hands and said frantically: "Do you know why I must start a war this year?"

"Because of love."

"Yes, love!"

He answered his own question, looked at Harry, and when Harry was puzzled, he said, "With love, Lily Potter!"

"impossible!"

Harry's pupils trembled and he shouted, "This is impossible!"

"Have you forgotten, savior?" Voldemort broke through his own limits and dodged the fatal attack. "I have your blood in my body, and I also carry on your mother's magic."

Harry found it hard to believe, remembering that Voldemort was resurrected through his own blood.

John's face fell.

"That's right!" Enjoying the defeat of his rival at this moment, Voldemort said happily, "If it weren't for your mother's love, if it weren't for my soul being used as a carrier to attack, I would be dead now."

Everything is just a matter of one move.

Voldemort was once resurrected with the help of Harry's blood, and he has the same blood as Harry.

Lily's magic of love protected Harry from being harmed by Voldemort until he reached adulthood.

And John just happened to use Voldemort's soul.

It's all too coincidental.

It seemed that even God was helping Voldemort.

"Dumbledore was right. Love can transcend death!"

The person who least understands love and tramples on love is actually protected by love.

How ironic.

"The devil is immortal!" Voldemort shouted evilly, "and the devil's enemy is just a stepping stone."

Harry was completely desperate. Neither Dumbledore nor John could defeat Voldemort.

Who else can do it?