Chapter 370 I, Fire Dragon
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
silver mask.
That silver mask!
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened.
Even Dumbledore showed a look of surprise.
The war of the century with the tip of the needle against the bark has temporarily ceased.
Their eyes focused on the person who came.
Six white masks and one silver mask.
The white mask is wearing a white cloak, and the silver mask is wearing a dark green robe, but it adds a different air of superiority.
The stars on their chests are so dazzling.
As they walk in, all focus on one question.
Who is he?
Voldemort's eyes were fixed on the visitor.
He knew that the man was dead.
The enemy who had destroyed the Horcruxes, the one who led the bloody carnage to persecute the Death Eaters.
That person is absolutely dead.
He can guarantee it.
That poison is filled with curses and evil thoughts.
It is the product of the curse, the embodiment of evil thoughts.
Even Dumbledore would die.
He is just a student.
What's more, the person I sent to poison has confirmed that the person who has no life in public.
impossible.
It is impossible for anyone to survive.
Voldemort, who had never panicked even in the face of Dumbledore, actually had a trace of panic in his eyes.
That's a counterfeit.
As he thought about it, his confidence suddenly rose.
Harry couldn't understand why Voldemort was so agitated.
Doesn't he know Johnny Silverhand?
"who am I?"
Stopping in his tracks, there was a soft scolding sound with a smile on his face.
Tilting his head, the silver mask had a hint of mischievousness amidst the mystery.
His gaze swept over the person who was waiting for his answer, and two hawks sounded in the mysterious sky above the Ministry of Magic.
Silver Mask took a step forward, holding his wand in his left hand.
He walked past Harry without taking his eyes off Harry.
"who am I?"
Repeating the question, he smiled.
"I am an apprentice and a pioneer."
He raised his wand, and the bright white light turned into a whip with electric light, across the floor of the hall, bound the golden statue of the wizard, and smashed at Voldemort.
Voldemort raised his wand to block the attack, a silver shield condensed in front of him, and raised his hand, turning the statue of the wizard into a cannonball and flying towards the silver mask.
"I am a seeker, and I am also a person who breaks taboos."
The silver mask raised its hand, and the right hand was covered with silver, and the wandless spell stopped the statue of the wizard.
Many cracks appeared on the statue, and finally broke into hundreds of pieces and shot towards Voldemort.
Dumbledore also took the opportunity to make a move. He waved his wand and chanted silently. Voldemort was hit by the impact and collided with the fragments of the statue.
Voldemort's majestic Dark Lord is more than this, and the bright silver shield blocks the impact and attack.
After he broke free with all his strength, he flew into the sky.
A faint thunderclap from above the dome made Voldemort look up.
Dark clouds gather in the sky.
"I am the Summoner of Thunder and the Ancient Dragon Whisperer."
The magic wand in the silver mask's hand swiped down from top to bottom, and the huge thunder accompanied by ferocious lightning penetrated the ground.
Voldemort held his wand against the lightning, and his robe was blown.
He held a ball of flames in his left hand, and it turned into a huge fire snake to play with the thunder and lightning.
Dumbledore swung his wand a few times at the nearby pool, and the water in it hit Voldemort and wrapped him up.
"I am the master who created the stars and the alchemist who seeks the truth."
A ball of white light the size of a basketball condensed on the tip of the silver mask's staff, took a step forward, and threw it towards the water prison like a throw.
The water prison was broken free by Voldemort, his complexion changed, and his wand pointed to the ground.
The bricks on the ground quickly piled up and turned into a wall, and were turned into dust when hit by the white light.
"I have my followers."
The silver hand snapped its fingers, and the invisible wave shattered the buildings around Voldemort.
The wand raised and pointed at the falling pieces of the wizard, turning into angry puppies and surrounding Voldemort.
Voldemort was furious, and the wand drew a circle around his body, and the puppies all shattered.
Dumbledore cast a sleeping spell, causing Voldemort to dodge it.
"They call me Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Great Good Man."
The silver mask stopped, like a conductor, and kept pointing out with his wand.
One by one, the puppies that seemed to be alive turned into a big dog and rushed towards Voldemort.
Voldemort was so harassed that he couldn't guard against it, and he opened his hands and made a sharp, cold, soul-striking sound.
The big dog shattered like a statue, Harry and the others felt as if their heads were about to explode.
The glass of the Ministry of Magic was shattered and fell into pieces.
Bellatrix wanted to get involved, and was met by the silver mask's eye, which she met.
Her body froze, and her left hand began to petrify.
"I have deadly eyes, and scales that can swim in fire."
Voldemort blocked an attack from Dumbledore and shot a green light at the silver mask.
"I have a poisonous flame that melts everything."
The figure disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, the silver mask shot red light behind Voldemort.
Voldemort dodged the attack.
Dumbledore swung it around like a whip, and a thin and long flame shot out from the tip of the staff, winding towards Voldemort.
Voldemort summoned the silver shield again, and was bound around to bind it.
"I am destruction, but also rebirth."
Voldemort disappeared, and a wand waved from the pool where the statue stood, and a poisonous snake jumped out of the wand and bit Dumbledore.
Dumbledore swung his wand wildly in one fluid motion, making the serpent disappear behind him.
Voldemort looked at Dumbledore with red eyes unwillingly.
Now that the chance has been lost, he will leave here with a wave of his robe.
But I heard the sound of gems breaking.
Dominance.
launch.
The silver mask stared at Voldemort, and the sound fell silent for a moment.
He stretched out his right hand to grasp in the void.
A sword slowly appeared in the right hand.
Use the wand to slowly swipe across the sword body, posing the posture of the left-handed wand and the right-handed sword.
His voice became flat and relaxed.
"I bear the destiny of prophecy, and I have a real name independent of the world."
Unable to move away, Voldemort raised his hands and gripped his wand.
The shattered glass flew up without wind and condensed behind him.
Dumbledore said badly to himself, and opened a silver armor curse in front of him, like an upside-down pot.
The shards shot at Dumbledore and the silver mask.
"I am... a fire dragon."
Flame ignited from the tip of the sword, covering the blade in an instant.
Silver Mask watched the attack indifferently, his voice becoming strange, ancient syllables, ethereal.
"Dragon blood is flowing on the body, and the sharp claws tear everything apart."
Flames burn the body along the hilt.
"The fangs take life, the fire burns the skin, and the venom goes to the marrow of the bone."
The silver mask melted to reveal raised horns.
"Wings envelop all things, stars enter my mouth, shadows devour the world."
The body swelled, and the wings broke free from behind.
"I'm……"
"Dragon King!"
The flame turned into a towering fire pillar, burning to the height of the dome.
An astonishingly high temperature enveloped the entire hall, and the huge flame turned into a vortex.
In the flames, a pair of vertical pupils opened.
The approaching fragments were melted in an instant, and terrifying flames spewed out from the ferocious mouth.
As if a sun was ignited, the water vapor evaporated instantly.
Dumbledore couldn't help opening his eyes wide. Voldemort swung his wand vigorously, and a bright silver shield emerged from it.
He was shrouded in it, and the ground turned into magma.
Harry and the others were already frightened, they stood in the direction of the golden gate.
The dragon's breath was not aimed at them, but they were still shocked by the terrifying high temperature.
The smell came from the hair, and they couldn't imagine how hot it was in the center of the flame.
The breath of the dragon lasted for 13 seconds, and these 13 seconds seemed as long as in hell.
The flame disappeared, and Voldemort appeared in it.
There was a trace of disappointment in the huge dragon eyes, but it returned to normal in an instant.
After all, the Dark Lord would not be so easy to deal with.
His body began to shrink, returning 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.
A pair of vertical pupils are different from Voldemort's snake eyes, and there is a divine majesty in his eyes.
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 put out by him where the flames were on fire.
His eyes stared in that direction, more in disbelief.
"you are still alive?"
When Voldemort said this, even the famous Dark Lord became confused under such an impact.
Dumbledore also looked at the young face.
Not long ago, he received the 'death news' from Snape.
A death witnessed by a potions master could not be faked.
So……
John, how did you come back from the dead?
...
That silver mask!
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened.
Even Dumbledore showed a look of surprise.
The war of the century with the tip of the needle against the bark has temporarily ceased.
Their eyes focused on the person who came.
Six white masks and one silver mask.
The white mask is wearing a white cloak, and the silver mask is wearing a dark green robe, but it adds a different air of superiority.
The stars on their chests are so dazzling.
As they walk in, all focus on one question.
Who is he?
Voldemort's eyes were fixed on the visitor.
He knew that the man was dead.
The enemy who had destroyed the Horcruxes, the one who led the bloody carnage to persecute the Death Eaters.
That person is absolutely dead.
He can guarantee it.
That poison is filled with curses and evil thoughts.
It is the product of the curse, the embodiment of evil thoughts.
Even Dumbledore would die.
He is just a student.
What's more, the person I sent to poison has confirmed that the person who has no life in public.
impossible.
It is impossible for anyone to survive.
Voldemort, who had never panicked even in the face of Dumbledore, actually had a trace of panic in his eyes.
That's a counterfeit.
As he thought about it, his confidence suddenly rose.
Harry couldn't understand why Voldemort was so agitated.
Doesn't he know Johnny Silverhand?
"who am I?"
Stopping in his tracks, there was a soft scolding sound with a smile on his face.
Tilting his head, the silver mask had a hint of mischievousness amidst the mystery.
His gaze swept over the person who was waiting for his answer, and two hawks sounded in the mysterious sky above the Ministry of Magic.
Silver Mask took a step forward, holding his wand in his left hand.
He walked past Harry without taking his eyes off Harry.
"who am I?"
Repeating the question, he smiled.
"I am an apprentice and a pioneer."
He raised his wand, and the bright white light turned into a whip with electric light, across the floor of the hall, bound the golden statue of the wizard, and smashed at Voldemort.
Voldemort raised his wand to block the attack, a silver shield condensed in front of him, and raised his hand, turning the statue of the wizard into a cannonball and flying towards the silver mask.
"I am a seeker, and I am also a person who breaks taboos."
The silver mask raised its hand, and the right hand was covered with silver, and the wandless spell stopped the statue of the wizard.
Many cracks appeared on the statue, and finally broke into hundreds of pieces and shot towards Voldemort.
Dumbledore also took the opportunity to make a move. He waved his wand and chanted silently. Voldemort was hit by the impact and collided with the fragments of the statue.
Voldemort's majestic Dark Lord is more than this, and the bright silver shield blocks the impact and attack.
After he broke free with all his strength, he flew into the sky.
A faint thunderclap from above the dome made Voldemort look up.
Dark clouds gather in the sky.
"I am the Summoner of Thunder and the Ancient Dragon Whisperer."
The magic wand in the silver mask's hand swiped down from top to bottom, and the huge thunder accompanied by ferocious lightning penetrated the ground.
Voldemort held his wand against the lightning, and his robe was blown.
He held a ball of flames in his left hand, and it turned into a huge fire snake to play with the thunder and lightning.
Dumbledore swung his wand a few times at the nearby pool, and the water in it hit Voldemort and wrapped him up.
"I am the master who created the stars and the alchemist who seeks the truth."
A ball of white light the size of a basketball condensed on the tip of the silver mask's staff, took a step forward, and threw it towards the water prison like a throw.
The water prison was broken free by Voldemort, his complexion changed, and his wand pointed to the ground.
The bricks on the ground quickly piled up and turned into a wall, and were turned into dust when hit by the white light.
"I have my followers."
The silver hand snapped its fingers, and the invisible wave shattered the buildings around Voldemort.
The wand raised and pointed at the falling pieces of the wizard, turning into angry puppies and surrounding Voldemort.
Voldemort was furious, and the wand drew a circle around his body, and the puppies all shattered.
Dumbledore cast a sleeping spell, causing Voldemort to dodge it.
"They call me Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Great Good Man."
The silver mask stopped, like a conductor, and kept pointing out with his wand.
One by one, the puppies that seemed to be alive turned into a big dog and rushed towards Voldemort.
Voldemort was so harassed that he couldn't guard against it, and he opened his hands and made a sharp, cold, soul-striking sound.
The big dog shattered like a statue, Harry and the others felt as if their heads were about to explode.
The glass of the Ministry of Magic was shattered and fell into pieces.
Bellatrix wanted to get involved, and was met by the silver mask's eye, which she met.
Her body froze, and her left hand began to petrify.
"I have deadly eyes, and scales that can swim in fire."
Voldemort blocked an attack from Dumbledore and shot a green light at the silver mask.
"I have a poisonous flame that melts everything."
The figure disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, the silver mask shot red light behind Voldemort.
Voldemort dodged the attack.
Dumbledore swung it around like a whip, and a thin and long flame shot out from the tip of the staff, winding towards Voldemort.
Voldemort summoned the silver shield again, and was bound around to bind it.
"I am destruction, but also rebirth."
Voldemort disappeared, and a wand waved from the pool where the statue stood, and a poisonous snake jumped out of the wand and bit Dumbledore.
Dumbledore swung his wand wildly in one fluid motion, making the serpent disappear behind him.
Voldemort looked at Dumbledore with red eyes unwillingly.
Now that the chance has been lost, he will leave here with a wave of his robe.
But I heard the sound of gems breaking.
Dominance.
launch.
The silver mask stared at Voldemort, and the sound fell silent for a moment.
He stretched out his right hand to grasp in the void.
A sword slowly appeared in the right hand.
Use the wand to slowly swipe across the sword body, posing the posture of the left-handed wand and the right-handed sword.
His voice became flat and relaxed.
"I bear the destiny of prophecy, and I have a real name independent of the world."
Unable to move away, Voldemort raised his hands and gripped his wand.
The shattered glass flew up without wind and condensed behind him.
Dumbledore said badly to himself, and opened a silver armor curse in front of him, like an upside-down pot.
The shards shot at Dumbledore and the silver mask.
"I am... a fire dragon."
Flame ignited from the tip of the sword, covering the blade in an instant.
Silver Mask watched the attack indifferently, his voice becoming strange, ancient syllables, ethereal.
"Dragon blood is flowing on the body, and the sharp claws tear everything apart."
Flames burn the body along the hilt.
"The fangs take life, the fire burns the skin, and the venom goes to the marrow of the bone."
The silver mask melted to reveal raised horns.
"Wings envelop all things, stars enter my mouth, shadows devour the world."
The body swelled, and the wings broke free from behind.
"I'm……"
"Dragon King!"
The flame turned into a towering fire pillar, burning to the height of the dome.
An astonishingly high temperature enveloped the entire hall, and the huge flame turned into a vortex.
In the flames, a pair of vertical pupils opened.
The approaching fragments were melted in an instant, and terrifying flames spewed out from the ferocious mouth.
As if a sun was ignited, the water vapor evaporated instantly.
Dumbledore couldn't help opening his eyes wide. Voldemort swung his wand vigorously, and a bright silver shield emerged from it.
He was shrouded in it, and the ground turned into magma.
Harry and the others were already frightened, they stood in the direction of the golden gate.
The dragon's breath was not aimed at them, but they were still shocked by the terrifying high temperature.
The smell came from the hair, and they couldn't imagine how hot it was in the center of the flame.
The breath of the dragon lasted for 13 seconds, and these 13 seconds seemed as long as in hell.
The flame disappeared, and Voldemort appeared in it.
There was a trace of disappointment in the huge dragon eyes, but it returned to normal in an instant.
After all, the Dark Lord would not be so easy to deal with.
His body began to shrink, returning 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.
A pair of vertical pupils are different from Voldemort's snake eyes, and there is a divine majesty in his eyes.
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 put out by him where the flames were on fire.
His eyes stared in that direction, more in disbelief.
"you are still alive?"
When Voldemort said this, even the famous Dark Lord became confused under such an impact.
Dumbledore also looked at the young face.
Not long ago, he received the 'death news' from Snape.
A death witnessed by a potions master could not be faked.
So……
John, how did you come back from the dead?
...
