I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Savior?

Harry gritted his teeth, stood up, and ran to John.

"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Harry who raised his wand and sneered, "It seems that you are still dreaming of being the savior."

"No, I just..." Harry took a deep breath, "I want to protect Hogwarts."

John looked at Harry, not expecting him to be standing in front of him.

but……

"No savior is needed here, Harry."

John was surprisingly calm and said to Harry, "Get out of the way."

"John, you're going to die!" Harry didn't want to watch John die.

"You are young after all."

John shook his head slightly, barely straightened up, and looked up at Voldemort, who was ready to eliminate the trouble once and for all.

He said calmly: "Enemy? Voldemort, you seem to have made a mistake."

Behind Voldemort, in the dim darkness.

One person stepped out.

"From the beginning to the end, I have never been the enemy you predicted."

"Your old enemy," John chuckled, "Have you forgotten?"

"The two boys."

Just like in the first year, Voldemort's right hand was cut off by a sword, and he turned around in disbelief.

Neville held a dark golden sword, his arms bulging with muscles.

The sword with the power to destroy demons cut open the body of the great demon that was causing the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

"For my old friend, for the Star Society, and for my king!"

Neville roared: "I will kill you, Voldemort!"

He held the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pierced his chest, and dark red blood splattered.

This sword directly pierced Voldemort's heart.

The heart was completely pierced.

Neville roared and kicked Voldemort.

The thin black robe seemed to have lost its color and become more transparent.

Voldemort couldn't believe it.

This time, he no longer has the magic of love.

Voldemort, who has degenerated into a demon with hundreds of ghosts, has lost the qualification to be loved.

Neville Longbottom, the boy of July.

The person who might become the savior in the prophecy.

The devil marked his nemesis, Voldemort's nemesis, which was no longer Harry Potter, but the Star Society.

and so……

Voldemort, Tom Riddle.

He staggered back after being kicked, his remaining left hand open, and his slender pupils in his red eyes rolled up.

He fell to the ground.

In the way he least expected, and by the person he most despised.

The most powerful Dark Lord was now like a mortal, his body limp and twitching.

The death and powerlessness brought by blood loss filled him with fear.

The pale hand reached out to the mirror.

This time, he was no longer untouchable.

John did not lie to him, his soul was the key.

The golden chalice appeared in the mirror.

Look through the looking glass and there the Holy Grail is.

Voldemort used his desire and will to survive and touched the thing he had been pursuing all his life with utmost piety.

"It's close, it's close!"

Voldemort's body was gradually dissipating, like ashes after burning, blown away by the wind.

At the last moment.

He touched the Holy Grail.

Live forever, be immortal, and rule the magic world.

It seems that everything is right in front of me.

A smile appeared on his face.

however……

"I forgot to tell you that it was cursed by the opal necklace I implanted on it that killed nineteen Muggles."

John's voice came faintly.

Voldemort's smile froze.

I thought it was hope, but what was delivered from the Holy Grail was actually a stronger curse.

...

Chapter 504 Voldemort, Death

John fell backwards and lay on his back.

As Voldemort touched the Holy Grail, the curse of the opal necklace was activated, and the arrogant Dark Lord finally turned into flying ashes.

The body falls away, leaving only the soul.

And in front of the Holy Grail, a door that only John could see was opened.

John's palms felt hot, symbolizing the conclusion of the contract.

Voldemort's soul was pierced by the chains and he let out a terrified wail.

Neville almost fell down with a piercing scream, and the black soul was dragged away by the chains.

No matter how much you resist, it will be of no avail.

John propped himself up and sat there looking at the man in the black cloak.

"I think we have a deal."

Only John can see the other party.

grim Reaper.

He came as promised to take away the soul.

Death looked at John deeply and said, "You are truly the most daring person I have ever met."

"The deal is done, and I'll keep my word."

"Remember, those who play with death will not have a good ending."

The soul of Voldemort was bound up, and Death ignored Voldemort's struggles as his body gradually disappeared.

"The power of God?"

John stared at the place where Death disappeared, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Even a man like Voldemort was powerless in the face of death.

The rules of the magical world.

The completion of the transaction means the return of an old friend.

The Holy Grail shone brightly.

The soul existing in the Holy Grail becomes more solid at this moment.

John pulled out a bottle of emerald potion from his briefcase, opened it, and poured the potion into his mouth, the lack of magic power in his body gradually recovered.

While waiting to recover, John suddenly smiled.

He smiled without warning.

And the laughter grew louder.

He was like crazy.

Tired of laughing, he just lay down.

He laughed heartily, not caring about the dust and mud on the ground.

Harry felt even more complicated as he looked at John who seemed to be crazy.

Neville came over with a sword in hand.

"We succeeded, didn't we?" Neville no longer had the fearlessness that he had just shown when he killed Voldemort.

He was cautious, as if he was afraid that a beautiful dream would suddenly be shattered.

He looked nervous as he looked at John.

"Of course," John said, lying on the ground, looking up at the starry sky, with a smile on his face, "of course we succeeded."

Two years.

Two years have passed.

From the initial news of death, to their plotting in the Ministry of Magic, and then their failure.

Two years later, John used all his cards and finally completed his plan.

At this moment, he could no longer maintain his usual calmness and sophistication.

He now gives people a sense of boyish vigor.

In a trance, it reminds me that this is a sixteen-year-old child.

Neville smiled sincerely when he heard that.

The tense body just now couldn't maintain it now.

When people relax, they feel a little weak.

What's more, he just used all his strength to kill Voldemort in the end.

So Neville lay down too.

The door of the Star Society was opened again, and this time, the members of the Star Society entered.

The maze is almost destroyed in the battle, and a group of people run in.

See the glowing Holy Grail.

Malfoy said uncertainly, "Where's Voldemort?"

With tears in his eyes, Jin walked towards the Holy Grail step by step.

In the Holy Grail, the soul gradually solidified.

This scene made him burst into tears.

Percy was stunned, and Fleur covered her mouth to stop her crying from coming out.

Cedric murmured to himself: "It worked, it worked..."