Chapter 379 I Ruined the Savior
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The red lightning is overwhelming.
The two armors were shattered almost instantly, blocked by the third armor, and dissipated at the same time.
Lupine, Moody, Tonks, and Sirius consumed four powers respectively.
Ginny and Ron consumed two dishes.
Nine talismans are just right.
However, John looked up in confusion, looking at his wand that flew out.
He moved his gaze down slowly, and landed on the raised vine wood wand.
As the wand moved up, he saw Hermione's panicked face.
The tenth is the gentlest, most tangled, and weakest disarming spell.
But it was precisely this that fell on John through the disappearing Iron Armor Curses.
There was puzzlement and disbelief in his eyes.
The weakest spell has an effect that hurts people more than lightning.
After a few seconds of freezing, John exploded.
He looked up to the sky and screamed, and the black magic power on his body radiated out.
The power of the Holy Grail lacked the medium of the wand, and almost drowned John in an instant.
The colorful rays of light fell heavily, and the black magic power on his body exploded like smoke.
The terrifying coercion instantly made everyone fly out except Dumbledore.
The black smoke and magic power entangled and swallowed, John's eyes turned completely black, and his face was covered with cracks like broken porcelain.
He said with difficulty, "You made your choice, Hermione."
Hermione was drowsy, she looked up and saw John's current appearance.
This wise witch has never looked so confused, flustered, and helpless.
John walked towards Harry who was undergoing soul surgery beside him.
Voldemort's soul has been with Harry since he was one year old, and after more than ten years of changes, taking that part out also makes Harry weak.
As soon as John raised his hand, the black mist enveloped Harry, and he said in a deep voice, "You and I have reached a deal."
He looked at Dumbledore, "I ruined your savior, and this is my revenge."
Throwing Harry directly, Dumbledore caught Harry with a shock absorbing spell.
Sirius hurriedly got up and ran over, but when he saw Harry, Dumbledore was stunned.
He followed Dumbledore's line of sight, and the scar on his forehead disappeared.
In countless stories about Harry Potter, they all revolve around one characteristic.
A scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
And now, John pulled out the soul that belonged to Voldemort.
The healing of the lightning scar means the disappearance of the savior.
John destroyed the savior that Dumbledore had spent more than ten years cultivating.
Looking into the arena, John waved his hand, and the black mist blasted away the statue suppressing Jin.
A black mist rolled over, and all the people from the Star Club came to John.
He said coldly to Dumbledore, "I said, it won't be what you expected."
John spent a year planning and telling everyone.
Savior?
Just a joke.
His words made Dumbledore unable to refute.
Once the student stood in front of him and said he would kill Voldemort.
And now, he did.
John and Dumbledore looked at each other coldly, and the old man saw himself in those dark eyes.
Voldemort was right, his mistrust killed John Wick who belonged to Hogwarts.
"The wand is coming." John raised his hand and called for his wand.
But got no response.
"Fantastic power, Albus."
The old but elegant, lazy and noble tone sounded with a hint of nostalgia.
John's wand, in an old man's hand.
Even though he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, he still can't hide his unusual aura.
Both Dumbledore and John saw the man, or everyone present saw it.
It was a man as old as Dumbledore, holding John's wand in his hand, who entered here at some point.
But they could see the man standing next to Voldemort's body.
"You are such an amazing wizard. You have been like this before, you are like this now, and you will be like this in the future."
The old man spoke to John as if he had known John very well before.
And the holy grail in the air fascinated the old man, "I have to admit that you have a talent that surpasses everyone in magic."
"The Holy Grail is coming." He pointed his wand, and the Holy Grail that was originally in the sky dropped rapidly.
John reacted immediately and used the magic of capturing objects to grab the Holy Grail.
The red magic stone is at the bottom of the cup wall, and the gold contained in it turns into a liquid, which has unimaginable magic power.
The power of time and the Philosopher's Stone brings about a rejuvenating effect.
The old man's goal is not the holy grail, but its medium liquid.
So when the liquid in it flowed down, the old man drank it.
He didn't drink much, but it got him out of his old body.
Back to the age of that battle.
Unusual heterochromatic eyes, revealing evil and handsome face.
Dumbledore asked that sentence with difficulty and disbelief, "How could you...Gellert Grindelwald?"
Tilting his neck, the man smiled evilly, "The appearance of a person changed Little Tom's mind. His insecurity made him feel that he needed a helper."
Obviously, there is no better helper than the previous Dark Lord.
Gellert Grindelwald.
In the great war in 1945, the first generation of Dark Lord disappeared.
While Dumbledore was entangled in Azkaban, Voldemort, who did not move, went to another place.
Nurmengard.
He was released and a deal was made with Voldemort.
He's been there all the time, or rather, he's been waiting for this time.
Grindelwald said to Dumbledore: "Maybe we need to catch up on the old days for a while, but now is not a good opportunity, so..."
"Expelliarmus"
Dumbledore was caught off guard, and the wand in his hand flew out and fell into Grindelwald's hand.
After getting the long-lost wand, Grindelwald showed no joy.
"John, you are an outstanding alchemist." Grindelwald looked at John.
"It's a pity that you are attached to something, which makes you weak."
After finishing speaking, Grindelwald broke the red oak wand in his hand without hesitation.
John's complexion changed wildly, "Stop—!"
A soul emerges from the broken wand.
Unlike before, this soul is stronger.
Voldemort devoured several other fragments of himself.
As soon as he came out, he glanced at Grindelwald, and was about to get into his body.
John turned into a cloud of black gas, holding the sword of Silver Wick and came to Voldemort in an instant.
Grindelwald was unhurried, and shot a shattering spell towards the Holy Grail.
Save the Holy Grail?
Kill Voldemort?
The moment the thought appeared, John roared angrily.
All his plans were disrupted at this moment.
The soul within the Grail is the key.
He saved the Holy Grail.
Voldemort will kill later.
He watched helplessly as his soul, which he had finally pulled out, returned to his body at this moment.
Voldemort opened his eyes again, and his heart beat again.
The difference is that the current Voldemort is more complete than before.
Split the soul and be taken back by him.
The collision of several thoughts made him digest for a while, and his eyes turned back into red vertical pupils again.
"A long-lost feeling." Voldemort's cold, high-pitched voice sounded.
His pupils flickered, his eyes locked on Grindelwald, and then moved to the Holy Grail.
The Holy Grail of rejuvenation and immortality.
His face was full of greed.
Looking across the scene, those Death Eaters cheered one by one.
But on the side of the Order of the Phoenix, it was like a mourning concubine.
Voldemort was alive again.
And a second person popped up.
Voldemort and Grindelwald.
The Dark Lord and the Dark Lord.
Dumbledore picked up Harry's wand.
How to prevent such a combination?
John guarded the Holy Grail and glanced at the combination.
Two figures fell from the sky, hovering beside John.
Basil and Riddle.
John held the Holy Grail tightly, and there was only one super magic crystal left in Silver's hand.
And the two Dark Lords on the opposite side.
It seems that now they are going to be taken over by one pot.
The three parties were silent.
Voldemort spoke with pleasure and coldness, "Now, your time of death has come."
The two Dark Lords would not cooperate in good faith.
It is also a good choice to let them temporarily eradicate the biggest enemy.
The two sides reversed offense and defense again.
The Death Eaters also started to move, and they approached this way.
Dumbledore put the others on their guard.
The elevator rang again and again, it was the Death Eaters.
Kingsley's life and death are unknown, and it was Grindelwald who released them.
The power of the Death Eaters in full force.
Voldemort could even capture the Ministry of Magic in one fell swoop.
"John?" Malfoy asked John.
"Everything was so perfect." John muttered to himself.
He raised his head and swept across the Order of the Phoenix, the black energy on his body began to subside.
Staring at the group of powerful forces, he sighed, and said in a cold and decisive voice: "Then kill again."
A blue flame burns in the fireplace.
Behind John, Fleur tore off the necklace from her neck and handed it to John.
"What makes you think that you can compete with me?" John said.
The dominance is shattered.
Tang Mi walked out of the fireplace first.
He bowed far away in John's direction.
Out of the flames came out one after another heavily armed security teams.
The fireplace was lit again, and dozens of Aurors and strikers appeared.
Old Batty came here and couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.
Tang Mi respectfully said: "My lord, we are always here."
John raised his hands and tilted his head, "Do you like the gift I prepared for you?"
Nearly a hundred rays of light flew out from behind him, hitting the Death Eaters like raindrops.
Dark Lord?
White Devil?
Who is not a king anymore!
...
The two armors were shattered almost instantly, blocked by the third armor, and dissipated at the same time.
Lupine, Moody, Tonks, and Sirius consumed four powers respectively.
Ginny and Ron consumed two dishes.
Nine talismans are just right.
However, John looked up in confusion, looking at his wand that flew out.
He moved his gaze down slowly, and landed on the raised vine wood wand.
As the wand moved up, he saw Hermione's panicked face.
The tenth is the gentlest, most tangled, and weakest disarming spell.
But it was precisely this that fell on John through the disappearing Iron Armor Curses.
There was puzzlement and disbelief in his eyes.
The weakest spell has an effect that hurts people more than lightning.
After a few seconds of freezing, John exploded.
He looked up to the sky and screamed, and the black magic power on his body radiated out.
The power of the Holy Grail lacked the medium of the wand, and almost drowned John in an instant.
The colorful rays of light fell heavily, and the black magic power on his body exploded like smoke.
The terrifying coercion instantly made everyone fly out except Dumbledore.
The black smoke and magic power entangled and swallowed, John's eyes turned completely black, and his face was covered with cracks like broken porcelain.
He said with difficulty, "You made your choice, Hermione."
Hermione was drowsy, she looked up and saw John's current appearance.
This wise witch has never looked so confused, flustered, and helpless.
John walked towards Harry who was undergoing soul surgery beside him.
Voldemort's soul has been with Harry since he was one year old, and after more than ten years of changes, taking that part out also makes Harry weak.
As soon as John raised his hand, the black mist enveloped Harry, and he said in a deep voice, "You and I have reached a deal."
He looked at Dumbledore, "I ruined your savior, and this is my revenge."
Throwing Harry directly, Dumbledore caught Harry with a shock absorbing spell.
Sirius hurriedly got up and ran over, but when he saw Harry, Dumbledore was stunned.
He followed Dumbledore's line of sight, and the scar on his forehead disappeared.
In countless stories about Harry Potter, they all revolve around one characteristic.
A scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
And now, John pulled out the soul that belonged to Voldemort.
The healing of the lightning scar means the disappearance of the savior.
John destroyed the savior that Dumbledore had spent more than ten years cultivating.
Looking into the arena, John waved his hand, and the black mist blasted away the statue suppressing Jin.
A black mist rolled over, and all the people from the Star Club came to John.
He said coldly to Dumbledore, "I said, it won't be what you expected."
John spent a year planning and telling everyone.
Savior?
Just a joke.
His words made Dumbledore unable to refute.
Once the student stood in front of him and said he would kill Voldemort.
And now, he did.
John and Dumbledore looked at each other coldly, and the old man saw himself in those dark eyes.
Voldemort was right, his mistrust killed John Wick who belonged to Hogwarts.
"The wand is coming." John raised his hand and called for his wand.
But got no response.
"Fantastic power, Albus."
The old but elegant, lazy and noble tone sounded with a hint of nostalgia.
John's wand, in an old man's hand.
Even though he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, he still can't hide his unusual aura.
Both Dumbledore and John saw the man, or everyone present saw it.
It was a man as old as Dumbledore, holding John's wand in his hand, who entered here at some point.
But they could see the man standing next to Voldemort's body.
"You are such an amazing wizard. You have been like this before, you are like this now, and you will be like this in the future."
The old man spoke to John as if he had known John very well before.
And the holy grail in the air fascinated the old man, "I have to admit that you have a talent that surpasses everyone in magic."
"The Holy Grail is coming." He pointed his wand, and the Holy Grail that was originally in the sky dropped rapidly.
John reacted immediately and used the magic of capturing objects to grab the Holy Grail.
The red magic stone is at the bottom of the cup wall, and the gold contained in it turns into a liquid, which has unimaginable magic power.
The power of time and the Philosopher's Stone brings about a rejuvenating effect.
The old man's goal is not the holy grail, but its medium liquid.
So when the liquid in it flowed down, the old man drank it.
He didn't drink much, but it got him out of his old body.
Back to the age of that battle.
Unusual heterochromatic eyes, revealing evil and handsome face.
Dumbledore asked that sentence with difficulty and disbelief, "How could you...Gellert Grindelwald?"
Tilting his neck, the man smiled evilly, "The appearance of a person changed Little Tom's mind. His insecurity made him feel that he needed a helper."
Obviously, there is no better helper than the previous Dark Lord.
Gellert Grindelwald.
In the great war in 1945, the first generation of Dark Lord disappeared.
While Dumbledore was entangled in Azkaban, Voldemort, who did not move, went to another place.
Nurmengard.
He was released and a deal was made with Voldemort.
He's been there all the time, or rather, he's been waiting for this time.
Grindelwald said to Dumbledore: "Maybe we need to catch up on the old days for a while, but now is not a good opportunity, so..."
"Expelliarmus"
Dumbledore was caught off guard, and the wand in his hand flew out and fell into Grindelwald's hand.
After getting the long-lost wand, Grindelwald showed no joy.
"John, you are an outstanding alchemist." Grindelwald looked at John.
"It's a pity that you are attached to something, which makes you weak."
After finishing speaking, Grindelwald broke the red oak wand in his hand without hesitation.
John's complexion changed wildly, "Stop—!"
A soul emerges from the broken wand.
Unlike before, this soul is stronger.
Voldemort devoured several other fragments of himself.
As soon as he came out, he glanced at Grindelwald, and was about to get into his body.
John turned into a cloud of black gas, holding the sword of Silver Wick and came to Voldemort in an instant.
Grindelwald was unhurried, and shot a shattering spell towards the Holy Grail.
Save the Holy Grail?
Kill Voldemort?
The moment the thought appeared, John roared angrily.
All his plans were disrupted at this moment.
The soul within the Grail is the key.
He saved the Holy Grail.
Voldemort will kill later.
He watched helplessly as his soul, which he had finally pulled out, returned to his body at this moment.
Voldemort opened his eyes again, and his heart beat again.
The difference is that the current Voldemort is more complete than before.
Split the soul and be taken back by him.
The collision of several thoughts made him digest for a while, and his eyes turned back into red vertical pupils again.
"A long-lost feeling." Voldemort's cold, high-pitched voice sounded.
His pupils flickered, his eyes locked on Grindelwald, and then moved to the Holy Grail.
The Holy Grail of rejuvenation and immortality.
His face was full of greed.
Looking across the scene, those Death Eaters cheered one by one.
But on the side of the Order of the Phoenix, it was like a mourning concubine.
Voldemort was alive again.
And a second person popped up.
Voldemort and Grindelwald.
The Dark Lord and the Dark Lord.
Dumbledore picked up Harry's wand.
How to prevent such a combination?
John guarded the Holy Grail and glanced at the combination.
Two figures fell from the sky, hovering beside John.
Basil and Riddle.
John held the Holy Grail tightly, and there was only one super magic crystal left in Silver's hand.
And the two Dark Lords on the opposite side.
It seems that now they are going to be taken over by one pot.
The three parties were silent.
Voldemort spoke with pleasure and coldness, "Now, your time of death has come."
The two Dark Lords would not cooperate in good faith.
It is also a good choice to let them temporarily eradicate the biggest enemy.
The two sides reversed offense and defense again.
The Death Eaters also started to move, and they approached this way.
Dumbledore put the others on their guard.
The elevator rang again and again, it was the Death Eaters.
Kingsley's life and death are unknown, and it was Grindelwald who released them.
The power of the Death Eaters in full force.
Voldemort could even capture the Ministry of Magic in one fell swoop.
"John?" Malfoy asked John.
"Everything was so perfect." John muttered to himself.
He raised his head and swept across the Order of the Phoenix, the black energy on his body began to subside.
Staring at the group of powerful forces, he sighed, and said in a cold and decisive voice: "Then kill again."
A blue flame burns in the fireplace.
Behind John, Fleur tore off the necklace from her neck and handed it to John.
"What makes you think that you can compete with me?" John said.
The dominance is shattered.
Tang Mi walked out of the fireplace first.
He bowed far away in John's direction.
Out of the flames came out one after another heavily armed security teams.
The fireplace was lit again, and dozens of Aurors and strikers appeared.
Old Batty came here and couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.
Tang Mi respectfully said: "My lord, we are always here."
John raised his hands and tilted his head, "Do you like the gift I prepared for you?"
Nearly a hundred rays of light flew out from behind him, hitting the Death Eaters like raindrops.
Dark Lord?
White Devil?
Who is not a king anymore!
...
