Chapter 502 The King of Glass, the Soul of the Remnant
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Tell me quickly, what did you see?"
Voldemort's anxious voice rang in Harry's ear.
Unexpectedly, Harry was also confused.
Can anyone tell him why he was scolded by the Mirror of Erised?
In the first grade, he was not scolded.
The closer to immortality, the more anxious Voldemort became.
He already had a hunch that maybe nothing happened to that damned John Wick.
However, eternal life lies ahead.
How could he give up on this?
Harry in the Mirror of Erised has already danced, and has no intention of handing over the Holy Grail at all.
Voldemort's greedy eyes were constantly looking for a way to break it.
Pushing Harry aside, he crawled in front of the mirror and searched.
He dared not destroy the mirror, which might make the Holy Grail disappear.
Harry was very nervous, he didn't expect Voldemort to arrive first.
Fumbling for his wand, Harry wanted to sneak up on Voldemort.
Sensing his intentions, Voldemort raised his wand and shot a flash of red light that sent Harry twitching.
"Tell me, how can I get what's inside."
Voldemort was insane, he didn't kill Harry because he felt that someone else needed to get it for him.
"I have no idea!"
Harry was telling the truth, he was not a member of the Star Club, so how could he know how to obtain it.
Voldemort didn't believe it, and tortured Harry with the Cruciatus Curse.
Harry screamed, trying to get up and was kicked down by Voldemort.
"Harry Potter, you use my failure to enjoy the title of savior in the wizarding world for so many years."
Voldemort grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him up, his long and narrow scarlet eyes seemed to choose someone to devour.
"Tell me, Harry," came Voldemort's dangerous whisper, "where is the Holy Grail?"
His hand left Harry's body, but the force kept holding Harry's neck.
Harry's body kept rising, and Voldemort waved his hand violently, and Harry's body fell heavily.
Voldemort didn't stop, his hand waved, Harry was bumping repeatedly, and his internal organs were about to shatter.
"Okay, just hit it two more times."
John's voice came, and he walked out of the maze leisurely.
Looking at Harry, John said helplessly, "What did you say you came in?"
Harry couldn't speak, he was staring at John now, a little in disbelief.
"He's smarter than you at this point," John shook his head helplessly. "When he entered the Star Club, he should be able to guess that I'm fine."
"Is that so, Tom?"
John looked at Voldemort.
Voldemort also regained his composure, his narrow red eyes fixed on John.
"Surprised?" John chuckled, "You still have a relationship with the headmaster of the Magic Institute, and you made Bellatrix into a human and ghost. Your hobby is really weird."
"Lead me in here," Voldemort sneered. "You want to ambush me?"
"Since it's an ambush, you shouldn't show up."
Voldemort raised his wand, and a bolt of green lightning flashed past John.
John dodged and said calmly, "Ambush? You're wrong, Tom."
Walking down slowly, John said lightly: "There is no need to deal with you like this."
"This is the fourth time, Tom."
He raised his hand to hold it in the void, and the sword of Silver Wick appeared in his hand.
The silver ring covered his arm, and John smiled lightly: "You will still be defeated by me."
"This time, you can't escape."
John's words are unbelievable. He actually wanted to confront Voldemort head-on.
Harry said anxiously, "John, don't underestimate the enemy!"
"Shut up." John said angrily, "I haven't held you accountable for entering my Star Club."
Harry fell silent.
"You prepared the dragon, too." Voldemort confronted John and asked, "How did you do it?"
"How do you do it?" John said lightly, "Do you need a reason to serve your own king?"
Taking a bottle of blood with octopus swimming in it from his pocket, John drank it.
Magic blood state.
John licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned into vertical pupils.
"We should be done, Tom."
He's out.
The sword in his hand cut out, and a flaming blade cut across the void.
Voldemort immediately waved his wand, and the green light flew towards John.
"Obsolete Dark Lord, you should dissipate in the dust of history."
John's body disappeared and reappeared, he drew out his wand and waved it, causing Voldemort's feet to sink.
At the second of falling, Voldemort's body rose into the air.
Only two people can fly without the help of broomsticks and other props.
One is Voldemort and the other is Snape.
John watched him fly, and started the meteor shoes to take off as well.
The wand waved, and bright white light shot out.
Three silver shields appeared in front of Voldemort's wand, blocking the Shattering Curse, and shot a big snake with his backhand to wrap around John.
John didn't dodge either, and directly cut the big snake with the sword in his right hand.
Wand in left hand, sword in right hand.
John is both offensive and defensive, and in the state of magic blood, John's magic level has reached a state close to level seven.
A big dog jumped out of the maze, Voldemort was bitten, and the big dog exploded in the next second and turned into rubble.
The two hit the sky from the ground, and then fell from the sky to the ground.
Transfiguration, black magic, ancient magic...
Two people who are equally knowledgeable are showing a duel of strength beyond the peak at this moment.
"I am the king of Slytherin!" Voldemort shattered the big dog transformed by John with a green light, and roared, "I am the heir of Slytherin, the descendant of Gaunt!"
"So what?"
John raised his hand and shot white light, and his right hand cut out golden flames.
He sneered: "You escaped your blood, Tom."
"And now avoiding death again."
John raised his wand, and the ground exploded into holes, turning into hundreds of birds and rushing towards Voldemort.
A transparent shield appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes, and the bird was all shattered.
The sword in his hand suddenly plunged into the ground, and the ground cracked densely.
In the gap, crimson flames erupted.
Voldemort dodged all kinds of ways, but the robe on his body still couldn't escape being touched.
Holding the wand in both hands, John swung it from top to bottom.
The invisible blade slashed across the ground, separating the ground with neat cuts.
Pulling out the sword of Silver Wick, John said lightly: "You have been running away, you are a coward, Tom."
Blowing out a breath, John was obscured by fog.
His voice came from all directions, full of dreams.
"Don't run away, accept death, Tom."
Voldemort's wand spewed out a fiendfire serpent, burning and neighing.
"A crippled soul is destined not to rest in peace."
Voldemort waved his wand, Fiendfire snake rushed towards the mist, and the red fire dragon flew out of the mist to collide with the fire snake.
The aftermath of the two caused cracks to appear on the walls of the maze.
Harry was stunned by the fight.
The movement even surpassed the battle at the Ministry of Magic.
The place is more open and unobstructed by other people.
The fire dragon's sharp claws tore open the fire snake's body, and the fire snake bit the fire dragon's neck.
The two fiery flames died together.
"Avada Kedavra! (avadakedavra)"
"Bones in pieces! (reducto)"
The green light collided with the white light, and the huge impact caused the fog to be washed away.
Intense rays of light radiated everywhere, causing the air to tremble.
Circle after circle of magic fluctuations form ripples and spread out.
Harry hid behind the walls of the maze and watched the walls crumble bit by bit.
It seems that after thousands of years, the weathering has disappeared.
John felt the magic in his body disappearing fast.
At the same time, the system beeps.
[Ding, the magic blood is over]
[Acquire the blessings of the spiritual characteristics of the Black Lake: elves, software, growth, longevity]
[Elf: Strengthen the power of elements]
[Software: Enhanced softness]
[Growth: Speed up the inhalation of magic power and grow]
[Longevity: Lifespan greatly increased]
The blood of magic is over.
This means that the explosive mana growth that John gained briefly is also disappearing.
Voldemort's attack became heavy, and John controlled the Silver Wick sword with his right hand and flew towards Voldemort.
Voldemort swung his wand, sending Silver Wick's sword flying.
The attacks of the two disappeared at the same time.
John took a step back, and that was it.
Let Voldemort find out.
"You are too arrogant."
A high-pitched, cold voice sounded, and Voldemort stared at John.
"You could have continued to grow. I need to admit that your growth rate and talent surpassed me when I was a student."
"Unfortunately, you are so proud that you feel that you can face me and defeat me."
"And I," said Voldemort in a haughty tone with open hands, "I am invincible!"
Voldemort seemed to have seen the result of his victory.
"Tell me, John, how do you get the Holy Grail out?"
John laughed.
He watched Voldemort's one-man show calmly.
The expression on his face was calm.
"Holy Grail? You really want it?" John said flatly, "Use your soul, Tom."
Voldemort stared at John, and John said flatly: "The way to open it is your soul. You won't forget the stupid things you did before, right?"
"The soul of the disabled body also wants to obtain eternal life?"
John raised the sword of Silver Wick above his head and sneered, "You can make it happen in your dreams."
The dark dome is full of stars.
Those are not ordinary stars, one by one began to move in the dome.
The nine brightest stars move and align in a straight line.
Celestial Spheres Converge.
...
Voldemort's anxious voice rang in Harry's ear.
Unexpectedly, Harry was also confused.
Can anyone tell him why he was scolded by the Mirror of Erised?
In the first grade, he was not scolded.
The closer to immortality, the more anxious Voldemort became.
He already had a hunch that maybe nothing happened to that damned John Wick.
However, eternal life lies ahead.
How could he give up on this?
Harry in the Mirror of Erised has already danced, and has no intention of handing over the Holy Grail at all.
Voldemort's greedy eyes were constantly looking for a way to break it.
Pushing Harry aside, he crawled in front of the mirror and searched.
He dared not destroy the mirror, which might make the Holy Grail disappear.
Harry was very nervous, he didn't expect Voldemort to arrive first.
Fumbling for his wand, Harry wanted to sneak up on Voldemort.
Sensing his intentions, Voldemort raised his wand and shot a flash of red light that sent Harry twitching.
"Tell me, how can I get what's inside."
Voldemort was insane, he didn't kill Harry because he felt that someone else needed to get it for him.
"I have no idea!"
Harry was telling the truth, he was not a member of the Star Club, so how could he know how to obtain it.
Voldemort didn't believe it, and tortured Harry with the Cruciatus Curse.
Harry screamed, trying to get up and was kicked down by Voldemort.
"Harry Potter, you use my failure to enjoy the title of savior in the wizarding world for so many years."
Voldemort grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him up, his long and narrow scarlet eyes seemed to choose someone to devour.
"Tell me, Harry," came Voldemort's dangerous whisper, "where is the Holy Grail?"
His hand left Harry's body, but the force kept holding Harry's neck.
Harry's body kept rising, and Voldemort waved his hand violently, and Harry's body fell heavily.
Voldemort didn't stop, his hand waved, Harry was bumping repeatedly, and his internal organs were about to shatter.
"Okay, just hit it two more times."
John's voice came, and he walked out of the maze leisurely.
Looking at Harry, John said helplessly, "What did you say you came in?"
Harry couldn't speak, he was staring at John now, a little in disbelief.
"He's smarter than you at this point," John shook his head helplessly. "When he entered the Star Club, he should be able to guess that I'm fine."
"Is that so, Tom?"
John looked at Voldemort.
Voldemort also regained his composure, his narrow red eyes fixed on John.
"Surprised?" John chuckled, "You still have a relationship with the headmaster of the Magic Institute, and you made Bellatrix into a human and ghost. Your hobby is really weird."
"Lead me in here," Voldemort sneered. "You want to ambush me?"
"Since it's an ambush, you shouldn't show up."
Voldemort raised his wand, and a bolt of green lightning flashed past John.
John dodged and said calmly, "Ambush? You're wrong, Tom."
Walking down slowly, John said lightly: "There is no need to deal with you like this."
"This is the fourth time, Tom."
He raised his hand to hold it in the void, and the sword of Silver Wick appeared in his hand.
The silver ring covered his arm, and John smiled lightly: "You will still be defeated by me."
"This time, you can't escape."
John's words are unbelievable. He actually wanted to confront Voldemort head-on.
Harry said anxiously, "John, don't underestimate the enemy!"
"Shut up." John said angrily, "I haven't held you accountable for entering my Star Club."
Harry fell silent.
"You prepared the dragon, too." Voldemort confronted John and asked, "How did you do it?"
"How do you do it?" John said lightly, "Do you need a reason to serve your own king?"
Taking a bottle of blood with octopus swimming in it from his pocket, John drank it.
Magic blood state.
John licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned into vertical pupils.
"We should be done, Tom."
He's out.
The sword in his hand cut out, and a flaming blade cut across the void.
Voldemort immediately waved his wand, and the green light flew towards John.
"Obsolete Dark Lord, you should dissipate in the dust of history."
John's body disappeared and reappeared, he drew out his wand and waved it, causing Voldemort's feet to sink.
At the second of falling, Voldemort's body rose into the air.
Only two people can fly without the help of broomsticks and other props.
One is Voldemort and the other is Snape.
John watched him fly, and started the meteor shoes to take off as well.
The wand waved, and bright white light shot out.
Three silver shields appeared in front of Voldemort's wand, blocking the Shattering Curse, and shot a big snake with his backhand to wrap around John.
John didn't dodge either, and directly cut the big snake with the sword in his right hand.
Wand in left hand, sword in right hand.
John is both offensive and defensive, and in the state of magic blood, John's magic level has reached a state close to level seven.
A big dog jumped out of the maze, Voldemort was bitten, and the big dog exploded in the next second and turned into rubble.
The two hit the sky from the ground, and then fell from the sky to the ground.
Transfiguration, black magic, ancient magic...
Two people who are equally knowledgeable are showing a duel of strength beyond the peak at this moment.
"I am the king of Slytherin!" Voldemort shattered the big dog transformed by John with a green light, and roared, "I am the heir of Slytherin, the descendant of Gaunt!"
"So what?"
John raised his hand and shot white light, and his right hand cut out golden flames.
He sneered: "You escaped your blood, Tom."
"And now avoiding death again."
John raised his wand, and the ground exploded into holes, turning into hundreds of birds and rushing towards Voldemort.
A transparent shield appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes, and the bird was all shattered.
The sword in his hand suddenly plunged into the ground, and the ground cracked densely.
In the gap, crimson flames erupted.
Voldemort dodged all kinds of ways, but the robe on his body still couldn't escape being touched.
Holding the wand in both hands, John swung it from top to bottom.
The invisible blade slashed across the ground, separating the ground with neat cuts.
Pulling out the sword of Silver Wick, John said lightly: "You have been running away, you are a coward, Tom."
Blowing out a breath, John was obscured by fog.
His voice came from all directions, full of dreams.
"Don't run away, accept death, Tom."
Voldemort's wand spewed out a fiendfire serpent, burning and neighing.
"A crippled soul is destined not to rest in peace."
Voldemort waved his wand, Fiendfire snake rushed towards the mist, and the red fire dragon flew out of the mist to collide with the fire snake.
The aftermath of the two caused cracks to appear on the walls of the maze.
Harry was stunned by the fight.
The movement even surpassed the battle at the Ministry of Magic.
The place is more open and unobstructed by other people.
The fire dragon's sharp claws tore open the fire snake's body, and the fire snake bit the fire dragon's neck.
The two fiery flames died together.
"Avada Kedavra! (avadakedavra)"
"Bones in pieces! (reducto)"
The green light collided with the white light, and the huge impact caused the fog to be washed away.
Intense rays of light radiated everywhere, causing the air to tremble.
Circle after circle of magic fluctuations form ripples and spread out.
Harry hid behind the walls of the maze and watched the walls crumble bit by bit.
It seems that after thousands of years, the weathering has disappeared.
John felt the magic in his body disappearing fast.
At the same time, the system beeps.
[Ding, the magic blood is over]
[Acquire the blessings of the spiritual characteristics of the Black Lake: elves, software, growth, longevity]
[Elf: Strengthen the power of elements]
[Software: Enhanced softness]
[Growth: Speed up the inhalation of magic power and grow]
[Longevity: Lifespan greatly increased]
The blood of magic is over.
This means that the explosive mana growth that John gained briefly is also disappearing.
Voldemort's attack became heavy, and John controlled the Silver Wick sword with his right hand and flew towards Voldemort.
Voldemort swung his wand, sending Silver Wick's sword flying.
The attacks of the two disappeared at the same time.
John took a step back, and that was it.
Let Voldemort find out.
"You are too arrogant."
A high-pitched, cold voice sounded, and Voldemort stared at John.
"You could have continued to grow. I need to admit that your growth rate and talent surpassed me when I was a student."
"Unfortunately, you are so proud that you feel that you can face me and defeat me."
"And I," said Voldemort in a haughty tone with open hands, "I am invincible!"
Voldemort seemed to have seen the result of his victory.
"Tell me, John, how do you get the Holy Grail out?"
John laughed.
He watched Voldemort's one-man show calmly.
The expression on his face was calm.
"Holy Grail? You really want it?" John said flatly, "Use your soul, Tom."
Voldemort stared at John, and John said flatly: "The way to open it is your soul. You won't forget the stupid things you did before, right?"
"The soul of the disabled body also wants to obtain eternal life?"
John raised the sword of Silver Wick above his head and sneered, "You can make it happen in your dreams."
The dark dome is full of stars.
Those are not ordinary stars, one by one began to move in the dome.
The nine brightest stars move and align in a straight line.
Celestial Spheres Converge.
...
