Chapter 371 I Laughed at Death
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Can a person be resurrected from a dead state?
The answer is yes.
Someone did it.
Voldemort.
Using evil magic, he created six Horcruxes for himself.
Unless the Horcruxes are all destroyed, he will not die completely.
But what about John?
There was no cure for the poison Voldemort had given him, and he even considered using it on Dumbledore.
It was a mortal poison, even if he possessed a Horcrux, he could not regain his physical body within a short period of time.
Otherwise, Voldemort would not have to wait more than ten years to be reborn.
Nothing makes sense.
Why would a dead person live.
At this moment, Voldemort was a little hard to accept.
He had worked so hard to come back to life.
A student, even though he has a huge influence, these foreign things are understandable.
But why does his young appearance have such power.
Voldemort stared at John, and even Dumbledore ignored him.
In the scene, everyone's reaction was different.
Harry's surprise and confusion, Hermione's surprise and surprise, Luna's as a matter of course.
Bellatrix's body could not move, and Lucius hurried to Voldemort's side to show his loyalty.
Drogon was separated from Lupin with some additional injuries.
Sirius ran out, and he finally found the exit through the revolving hallway there.
Everyone in the Qunxing Club took off their masks one after another, revealing their young faces.
John raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the situation is very clear, Tom."
Voldemort stared sullenly at John, the members of the Order of Stars and the Order of the Phoenix.
With the old monster Dumbledore, Voldemort is now in a dilemma.
However, he suddenly laughed.
"You do have talent, John Wick."
He praised John in a cold, high-pitched voice.
"However, you seem to be overdoing it."
Voldemort smiled coldly, "Do you think you can defeat me with the Order of the Phoenix?"
"Your subordinates are all locked up in the Department of Mysteries." John pretended to be surprised, "Do you think you still have a chance?"
"You want my life?" Voldemort cried sharply. "Even if I die, I will still come back."
Dumbledore hid his speculation about the mystery of John's resurrection, and he said calmly, "Just taking your life will not satisfy me."
He cast a gratified look at John, as if John was with him against the enemy, which made him very happy.
"I am Voldemort!" said Voldemort loudly, "I will not die here."
He raised his wand and shot a green light towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore dodged the attack, raising his wand and waving it.
Voldemort turned around and shot at John.
He wanted to pinch a soft persimmon.
"I can do what you can't, Tom."
John looked calm, holding the sword in his right hand to split the incoming red light.
Dumbledore followed, with a tiny flame on the tip of his staff, trying to tie Voldemort like a fish.
Even though Voldemort was restricted from Apparating, he could still fly.
He flew into the sky, and two owls, one black and one white, descended from the sky, and their sharp claws scratched his robe.
Voldemort was furious, and aimed his wand at the white ball to shoot the curse away.
A silver light rose from the ground and flashed across Voldemort's side, interrupting the casting of the spell, and looked down.
Holding the sword in his right hand, John suddenly flew up, raised his left wand and swung it vigorously.
Thunder shot down towards Voldemort, sending him falling quickly.
With a flash of silver light, Voldemort stopped his fall and quickly turned around to avoid it.
John knew that [-]% of Voldemort's power was on defense against Dumbledore.
The magic of capturing objects was activated, and Voldemort's body stopped.
John slammed down hard, looking down at Voldemort.
"It's beyond your reach, you're a coward, Tom."
Voldemort neutralized all the force of the fall, and Lucius went to the Savior, but was hooked by Dumbledore's flames and thrown out.
During the fall, Voldemort flicked his wand, and a green light passed John and hit the clouds.
He holds the sword of Silver Wick in his hand, and the upper of his shoe is shining with light and galloping down.
The sharp blade waved a silver light, and Voldemort cast the Iron Armor Curse to block the attack.
Raising his hand to activate ancient magic, John was swept up by a wind and lost his balance. Voldemort raised his wand and was about to release the death curse.
Dumbledore shot the spell, causing the ground to sink and Voldemort was forced to fight back.
Pulling the witch statue in front of him again, Dumbledore escaped the death curse.
John has recovered from his loss of balance, and the sword of Silver Wick is ablaze.
"Break through thorns!"
Voldemort flicked his robe, summoning snakes to pounce on John.
The fire cut through the poisonous snake, and the burning smell filled the hall.
"Master, let me help you!"
Lucius freed himself from the restraints and shot the spell at Dumbledore.
Without looking back, Dumbledore let the house-elf statue stop the spell and caught Lucius.
Lucius yelled, John glanced at him, but ignored him.
And he was actually waiting.
The tempo of the attack slowed down, and John looked like he had no power to follow.
As Dumbledore closed in on Voldemort, John moved closer to the edge of the field.
Occasionally, two spells were shot, which Voldemort easily blocked.
...
Harry found that he couldn't intervene in such a battle at all.
He felt a sense of frustration.
It was even more frustrating because John, who was the same age as him, was able to fight there.
Hermione couldn't pay attention to his emotions at this time, seeing her good friend appearing safe and sound, Hermione's mood was really ups and downs.
"Who is he?" Harry noticed that someone was watching him all the time.
He looked over, at Percy's side, the man with the blond hair.
Harry was looked at very uncomfortable, and in the eyes of that person, he seemed to be something very useful.
The arrival of Sirius made Harry have no time to think about it for a while, he supported Sirius and asked, "Are you all right, Sirius?"
"I'm fine," Sirius said with a wry smile, clutching his left rib, "it might be a broken rib."
Looking at the fierce battle, Sirius couldn't believe it: "Is that a student?"
Although John is not the person who mainly faces Voldemort, it is extremely difficult to be able to fight inside.
For anyone else, going in would only be a burden to Dumbledore, but not help.
"Why didn't Voldemort run away?" he asked puzzled.
Harry pondered: "The power of supremacy, I saw it in the cemetery, it seems to be something that makes people unable to apparate."
"That's great, we can kill Voldemort this time!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.
Not only him, Harry thought so too.
In their view, with Dumbledore around, Voldemort is sure to lose.
But Lupine felt heavy in his heart. It never occurred to him that that student would be Johnny Silverhand.
The Johnny Silverhand he knew would not be so simple.
His eyes fell on John, who was paddling on the edge, with an inquiring look.
The situation looks good now, as long as Dumbledore defeats Voldemort, everything will be over.
What's more, they still have no manpower to come.
As long as everyone is united, not even Voldemort can escape.
Everything is going in the right direction.
but……
Will it be so smooth?
Just as Dumbledore was fighting Voldemort with the Elder Wand, John suddenly stopped and walked out of the ring.
He came to Qunxingshe and said, "It's time to prepare."
In the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, flames were burning in the fireplaces built into the walls.
Immediately afterwards, ten rays of light shot towards Dumbledore.
Everyone's expressions changed.
From the flames burning in the fireplace, the Death Eaters stepped out.
Voldemort flicked Dumbledore's spell away and laughed, "Dumbledore, your time of death has come."
Dumbledore turned around and saw ten Death Eaters coming out of the fireplace. When he was about to be hit, he swung his wand wildly, and the goblin statue ran over and opened its arms to block it.
The spell made potholes on the goblin.
Voldemort actually has a backhand!
It seems that previous failures have taught this person to be cautious.
"Sacrificed a few insignificant soldiers to lure the Aurors away, Dumbledore, and now you are the trapped beast."
In Voldemort's view, those things that follow him are just things that can be discarded at will.
They weren't even eligible to be branded with the Dark Mark, and all his elite followed to the Ministry of Magic.
With a flick of his wand, he freed Lucius from the house-elf statue.
"A loyal follower of mine has escaped from prison, bringing me information and a plot."
Voldemort looked at one of the Death Eaters who entered, "You're doing well, Barty Crouch Jr."
In the crowd, Barty Crouch Jr. stepped out without saying a word.
"Little Barty?" Dumbledore was no longer calm when he saw the young man.
He was part of that trial, watched Barty Jr. get sent in, and was reported dead in Azkaban.
Unexpectedly, Little Barty was standing here alive.
How did he do it?
Sirius had some impressions of the young man crying and howling in Azkaban, and he found it even more incredible after seeing it.
The situation is reversed, and the offense and defense are easy to type.
...
The answer is yes.
Someone did it.
Voldemort.
Using evil magic, he created six Horcruxes for himself.
Unless the Horcruxes are all destroyed, he will not die completely.
But what about John?
There was no cure for the poison Voldemort had given him, and he even considered using it on Dumbledore.
It was a mortal poison, even if he possessed a Horcrux, he could not regain his physical body within a short period of time.
Otherwise, Voldemort would not have to wait more than ten years to be reborn.
Nothing makes sense.
Why would a dead person live.
At this moment, Voldemort was a little hard to accept.
He had worked so hard to come back to life.
A student, even though he has a huge influence, these foreign things are understandable.
But why does his young appearance have such power.
Voldemort stared at John, and even Dumbledore ignored him.
In the scene, everyone's reaction was different.
Harry's surprise and confusion, Hermione's surprise and surprise, Luna's as a matter of course.
Bellatrix's body could not move, and Lucius hurried to Voldemort's side to show his loyalty.
Drogon was separated from Lupin with some additional injuries.
Sirius ran out, and he finally found the exit through the revolving hallway there.
Everyone in the Qunxing Club took off their masks one after another, revealing their young faces.
John raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the situation is very clear, Tom."
Voldemort stared sullenly at John, the members of the Order of Stars and the Order of the Phoenix.
With the old monster Dumbledore, Voldemort is now in a dilemma.
However, he suddenly laughed.
"You do have talent, John Wick."
He praised John in a cold, high-pitched voice.
"However, you seem to be overdoing it."
Voldemort smiled coldly, "Do you think you can defeat me with the Order of the Phoenix?"
"Your subordinates are all locked up in the Department of Mysteries." John pretended to be surprised, "Do you think you still have a chance?"
"You want my life?" Voldemort cried sharply. "Even if I die, I will still come back."
Dumbledore hid his speculation about the mystery of John's resurrection, and he said calmly, "Just taking your life will not satisfy me."
He cast a gratified look at John, as if John was with him against the enemy, which made him very happy.
"I am Voldemort!" said Voldemort loudly, "I will not die here."
He raised his wand and shot a green light towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore dodged the attack, raising his wand and waving it.
Voldemort turned around and shot at John.
He wanted to pinch a soft persimmon.
"I can do what you can't, Tom."
John looked calm, holding the sword in his right hand to split the incoming red light.
Dumbledore followed, with a tiny flame on the tip of his staff, trying to tie Voldemort like a fish.
Even though Voldemort was restricted from Apparating, he could still fly.
He flew into the sky, and two owls, one black and one white, descended from the sky, and their sharp claws scratched his robe.
Voldemort was furious, and aimed his wand at the white ball to shoot the curse away.
A silver light rose from the ground and flashed across Voldemort's side, interrupting the casting of the spell, and looked down.
Holding the sword in his right hand, John suddenly flew up, raised his left wand and swung it vigorously.
Thunder shot down towards Voldemort, sending him falling quickly.
With a flash of silver light, Voldemort stopped his fall and quickly turned around to avoid it.
John knew that [-]% of Voldemort's power was on defense against Dumbledore.
The magic of capturing objects was activated, and Voldemort's body stopped.
John slammed down hard, looking down at Voldemort.
"It's beyond your reach, you're a coward, Tom."
Voldemort neutralized all the force of the fall, and Lucius went to the Savior, but was hooked by Dumbledore's flames and thrown out.
During the fall, Voldemort flicked his wand, and a green light passed John and hit the clouds.
He holds the sword of Silver Wick in his hand, and the upper of his shoe is shining with light and galloping down.
The sharp blade waved a silver light, and Voldemort cast the Iron Armor Curse to block the attack.
Raising his hand to activate ancient magic, John was swept up by a wind and lost his balance. Voldemort raised his wand and was about to release the death curse.
Dumbledore shot the spell, causing the ground to sink and Voldemort was forced to fight back.
Pulling the witch statue in front of him again, Dumbledore escaped the death curse.
John has recovered from his loss of balance, and the sword of Silver Wick is ablaze.
"Break through thorns!"
Voldemort flicked his robe, summoning snakes to pounce on John.
The fire cut through the poisonous snake, and the burning smell filled the hall.
"Master, let me help you!"
Lucius freed himself from the restraints and shot the spell at Dumbledore.
Without looking back, Dumbledore let the house-elf statue stop the spell and caught Lucius.
Lucius yelled, John glanced at him, but ignored him.
And he was actually waiting.
The tempo of the attack slowed down, and John looked like he had no power to follow.
As Dumbledore closed in on Voldemort, John moved closer to the edge of the field.
Occasionally, two spells were shot, which Voldemort easily blocked.
...
Harry found that he couldn't intervene in such a battle at all.
He felt a sense of frustration.
It was even more frustrating because John, who was the same age as him, was able to fight there.
Hermione couldn't pay attention to his emotions at this time, seeing her good friend appearing safe and sound, Hermione's mood was really ups and downs.
"Who is he?" Harry noticed that someone was watching him all the time.
He looked over, at Percy's side, the man with the blond hair.
Harry was looked at very uncomfortable, and in the eyes of that person, he seemed to be something very useful.
The arrival of Sirius made Harry have no time to think about it for a while, he supported Sirius and asked, "Are you all right, Sirius?"
"I'm fine," Sirius said with a wry smile, clutching his left rib, "it might be a broken rib."
Looking at the fierce battle, Sirius couldn't believe it: "Is that a student?"
Although John is not the person who mainly faces Voldemort, it is extremely difficult to be able to fight inside.
For anyone else, going in would only be a burden to Dumbledore, but not help.
"Why didn't Voldemort run away?" he asked puzzled.
Harry pondered: "The power of supremacy, I saw it in the cemetery, it seems to be something that makes people unable to apparate."
"That's great, we can kill Voldemort this time!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.
Not only him, Harry thought so too.
In their view, with Dumbledore around, Voldemort is sure to lose.
But Lupine felt heavy in his heart. It never occurred to him that that student would be Johnny Silverhand.
The Johnny Silverhand he knew would not be so simple.
His eyes fell on John, who was paddling on the edge, with an inquiring look.
The situation looks good now, as long as Dumbledore defeats Voldemort, everything will be over.
What's more, they still have no manpower to come.
As long as everyone is united, not even Voldemort can escape.
Everything is going in the right direction.
but……
Will it be so smooth?
Just as Dumbledore was fighting Voldemort with the Elder Wand, John suddenly stopped and walked out of the ring.
He came to Qunxingshe and said, "It's time to prepare."
In the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, flames were burning in the fireplaces built into the walls.
Immediately afterwards, ten rays of light shot towards Dumbledore.
Everyone's expressions changed.
From the flames burning in the fireplace, the Death Eaters stepped out.
Voldemort flicked Dumbledore's spell away and laughed, "Dumbledore, your time of death has come."
Dumbledore turned around and saw ten Death Eaters coming out of the fireplace. When he was about to be hit, he swung his wand wildly, and the goblin statue ran over and opened its arms to block it.
The spell made potholes on the goblin.
Voldemort actually has a backhand!
It seems that previous failures have taught this person to be cautious.
"Sacrificed a few insignificant soldiers to lure the Aurors away, Dumbledore, and now you are the trapped beast."
In Voldemort's view, those things that follow him are just things that can be discarded at will.
They weren't even eligible to be branded with the Dark Mark, and all his elite followed to the Ministry of Magic.
With a flick of his wand, he freed Lucius from the house-elf statue.
"A loyal follower of mine has escaped from prison, bringing me information and a plot."
Voldemort looked at one of the Death Eaters who entered, "You're doing well, Barty Crouch Jr."
In the crowd, Barty Crouch Jr. stepped out without saying a word.
"Little Barty?" Dumbledore was no longer calm when he saw the young man.
He was part of that trial, watched Barty Jr. get sent in, and was reported dead in Azkaban.
Unexpectedly, Little Barty was standing here alive.
How did he do it?
Sirius had some impressions of the young man crying and howling in Azkaban, and he found it even more incredible after seeing it.
The situation is reversed, and the offense and defense are easy to type.
...
