In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 550 548. The Rein That Was Handed Out (End)

"Hey, if you sleep again, you will miss it."

The familiar voice sounded in his ears, causing Jon to open his eyes.

He was currently sitting in the carriage, which was Hagrid's driving seat. In the small cabinet in front of him, Jon even found half of the rock biscuits that he had eaten and the remaining half.

The carriage was galloping, and the eight Thestrals were spreading their wings like bat wings and running with the help of the wind.

Surrounded by endless white roses, the whole world seems to be occupied by these flowers. No matter how fast or how far the carriage runs, these are the only things he can see.

An old hand brought him a glass of lemonade, the bubbles were rising from the transparent liquid, and there was a bright lemon slice pinned to the rim of the glass.

"It's perfect to have a glass of it at this time. Let me look for it. Hagrid's is usually hidden here. Well, you probably don't like rock pancakes. Well, how about a small cream cake?" .

Dumbledore also placed the small cake in front of Jon. He held the reins with both hands and looked at the endless whiteness in front of him, with a comfortable and soothing smile on his face.

Jon rubbed his forehead, which was where Voldemort had just pressed hard. He turned to look at Dumbledore, who had never seen him so relaxed before, and finally chose to pick up the glass of lemonade first.

"Are we meeting in the world of the dead, Professor?"

"If you used the power of the three holy artifacts, then we did meet here."

Dumbledore shook the reins, slowing down the speed of the Thestrals, and then picked up the lemonade in front of him.

He leaned comfortably on Hagrid's large seat and looked at Jon.

"I've always emphasized love to Riddle, but with you, you love a little too much, Jon."

"Too much?"

Jon scooped a small spoonful of whipped cream from the small cake and put it into his mouth. The satisfying sweetness made him squint his eyes involuntarily.

"Yes, love is dedicated, selfless, and willing to give, but we can't spend all our thoughts on others, right?"

said Dumbledore, smiling.

"Riddle's desire makes everything he does to serve himself alone. You are the exact opposite of him. Many times, what you do is for others."

Jon turned to look at him suspiciously.

"Is not it good?"

"Once any kind of thing is extreme, there will be no good results. Sometimes you should think about it for yourself."

Dumbledore murmured, his gaze shifted away from Jon, looking at the sky ahead.

Jon followed his gaze and looked at the blue sky where there was no sun but it was still tomorrow. At some point, a shining shooting star appeared!
Meteors covered half of the sky. They swayed with long tails, passing through the sky at an unknown height, and finally disappeared at the edge of the white rose.

"These are the souls of the dead." Dumbledore said softly. "Those who have no nostalgia for the living world will use this as the starting point to start a new journey."

Jon looked around in surprise.

"We are now"

"Us?" Dumbledore laughed, "We haven't reached the starting point yet!"

He took the reins again.

"So, do you want to think about it for yourself? You've done enough. Let them handle the affairs of the living world. Let's see what else is going on here?"

Dumbledore invites Jon.

The meteor shower seemed to be boundless, and it was really like heavy rain constantly passing across the sky.

Jon stared at the sky in a daze, as if he was thinking seriously about Dumbledore's words.

Indeed, since he came into this world, he seems to have been on the go, in a carriage, in Hogwarts Castle, on a ship, at the North Pole, in Durmstrang, in the Triwizard Tournament
It seems that he decides everything by himself, but not everything is purely for himself.

But in the end, Jon shook his head.

"Sorry, Professor, I don't think I'm done yet."

Dumbledore didn't seem to want to continue persuading, he just stood up from the seat, waved the rein in his hand, and suddenly threw it towards the meteor shower in the sky!

The rein looked as if it was infinitely long, continuously extending towards the horizon.

Jon followed the line of sight of the rein, but found that he couldn't see where it ended up.

"There is no need to be sorry. Students will always have their own ideas. As professors, of course they will not hinder their own wishes. As long as they don't harm others, I will tell them to let go."

Dumbledore turned his head and handed the reins to Jon with a smile.

"Since you choose to love others, Jon, you also have to believe that the people you love will love you too. The strength they give you contains expectations, right? Don't reject these expectations, they are not your drag, nor I will never be your drag."

Jon looked into Dumbledore's eyes. This old urchin who was over 100 years old winked at him. He laughed dumbfounded. He obviously understood what Dumbledore meant, but he still complained.

"Your charades are always so irritating, Professor."

"Sometimes life just needs these fun twists."

Jon took the rein, and he could clearly feel that at the other end of the rope, there was a force trying to pull him out of the carriage.

He couldn't resist this force, and he already staggered and took two steps towards the edge of the carriage.

Jon tried his best to stabilize his figure, but he still didn't let go of the rein that was pulling more and more forcefully in his hand. He looked at Dumbledore's pair of royal blue eyes that seemed to be always clear and bright.

"Will you go down by yourself, Professor."

Dumbledore waved at him, just smiling.

Jon could no longer contend with that force. The other end of the reins took him flying away from the carriage, rushing towards the vast sky and the meteors falling like a heavy rain!
The speeding Hogwarts carriage became smaller and smaller in his eyes, and soon turned into a black dot. Finally, he could no longer find its shadow among the white roses on the entire land!

Jon passed through the star rain and the blue sky. The whole world seemed to shrink under his eyes, and finally fell into a silent darkness.

Then, those complicated thoughts flooded into his mind again, and the constant whispers seemed to drive him crazy!
Jon stopped tearing at the black mist that was getting thicker and thicker, as if it was about to completely solidify and seal. He calmed down and tried very seriously to hear what those whispers were saying.

"."

".so sad."

".It's really sad."

".Dad said Mom would come back later, but I knew she was gone forever. She died at the end protecting the students of Hogwarts."

".Why wasn't I left behind?"

". Pomona. You shouldn't have let me go."

"You are the best Hufflepuff head"

".I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Dedalore. I couldn't get you out of that prison alive."

".Ah. The perfect starry sky is intoxicating"

Listening to those all-too-familiar voices, listening to the sad and soft tone, Jon no longer felt the slightest noise.

These are their most memorable past, but also their most anticipated vision for the future.These emotions will not have any impact on Jon, because what they expect is what Jon expects.

Finally, that voice stayed on the kiss under the moonlight.

"Please, Jon must be safe. Please."

The fusion of the wills of the two Voldemorts made him stand at the apex of the wizard.

At this time, Jon, who was expected by countless wills, no longer knew what kind of situation he was in now.

When he stopped repelling, let go of his thoughts, took the initiative to accept, and understood those complicated emotions, he realized that everything was actually here.

Those he loves love him too.

The most essential power was mobilizing his magic power, and the black mist that had completely bound him, like ice and snow under the sun, quietly melted away.

After cutting off his right arm, thinking that he had won all of Voldemort, he suddenly turned his head in shock and looked at Jon who reappeared from the black mist.

"Tom Riddle, you owe a lot of people, a lot of precious things, and it's time to repay the debt."

Standing under the clouds, Jon watched as Voldemort stretched out his hand.

Countless spells appeared in his mind. Now he seemed to think that no matter which one he used, he could produce the most fundamental change in the world. And the Voldemort in front of him was like a man with unparalleled will. As small as a boat in a tsunami.

Soon, like a joint decision by everyone, a spell was uttered from Jon's mouth.

"Except your weapons."

This spell is like a mantra. The moment it comes out of Jon's mouth, everything in Voldemort's body that can cause harm to the outside world, magic, wands, black mist, even the sharp nails on his hands that have not been trimmed for a long time. All disappeared!

Voldemort completely became a powerless person. He fell from mid-air, but he was still cheering for his master's victory on the ground, and the Death Eaters on the side that kept suppressing Wu Pingxian were all at a loss. scene.

Jon fell to the ground with him. Without the support of magic, Voldemort seemed to have broken more than half of his bones!

But he still gritted his teeth, staring closely at Jon who had walked in front of him again, without a single scream coming from his mouth.

"A temporary trick cannot mean final victory, Jon Green! Everything is not over yet!"

Jon approached him slowly.

"Are you counting on your new Horcrux?"

After hearing Jon's words, Voldemort's pupils constricted suddenly.

"Mr. Grindelwald has already gone to solve it. He will deal with it very cleanly. In another world, the Horcruxes have also been cleared. You have no means of resurrection, Tom Riddle."

Voldemort could no longer maintain that fierceness. He stared at Jon, the expression on his face was distorted, but soon, he suddenly laughed again.

"Do you think killing me can solve all these problems? I don't know how your power comes from, but relying on this you can solve all the hatred in the wizarding world? Solve the relationship between wizards and Muggles? Voldemort is just a title, when the next Voldemort reappears, will you be the next Dumbledore again?"

He laughed, as if he had told a very funny joke.

Jon still looked at him calmly.

"I just need to solve your problem."

He bent down and tapped Voldemort's forehead with his finger.

In the next second, the expression on the face of this devil who terrified the entire magic world froze. He stopped breathing, stopped beating, and there was no possibility of resurrection at all.

The entire battlefield became so quiet, as if no one thought that the final outcome would really happen in front of their eyes.

It wasn't until most of the Death Eaters who had clearly seen the situation fell to their knees and threw down their wands, and all the stubborn Death Eaters were wiped out, that the wizards on Wuping Line broke out with loud shouts. Voice!
six months later.

In the newly renovated Hogwarts castle, Jon sat in the center seat of the long table in the auditorium wearing the dress Hermione specially selected for him. said McGonagall.

"I really think that you, the professor, are more suitable to be the headmaster. No one has ever said that whoever has the most credit should be the headmaster of Hogwarts."

Mag replied seriously.

"But we didn't choose you, it was this castle. If I were to be the principal, I wouldn't even be able to enter the principal's office."

Although what she said was indeed true, Jon still held his chin and looked at the students in the auditorium who were already sitting in their seats happily.

These include both freshmen recruited this year and students who have not yet completed their studies in exile.

Now they can finally return to the real Hogwarts Castle and start their normal campus life.

Today was the first dinner to celebrate the return to Hogwarts, and Jon was naturally pushed to the position of headmaster.

Although he thought it would be good for him to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, others said that there was no conflict between being a principal and a professor, and he could do both.

Hermione was sitting next to him. Today's Hogwarts is in the midst of a waste of time, and there is a shortage of faculty and staff, so she also stayed and temporarily replaced the astronomy professor's job, and then considered whether to Stay in school.

"My parents asked me to ask you, are you going there this weekend?"

She whispered in Jon's ear.

Jon shrugged.

"Where else could I go? Are you going to make do with the Leaky Cauldron?"

"Didn't Mr. Grindelwald ask you to go to Durmstrang?"

"I went there yesterday, and he is still preparing his plan, but we have already said before that we will not conduct large-scale experiments until we are sure it is completely feasible."

Hermione grabbed Jon's hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers under the table.

"Professor Dumbledore has no intention of waking up."

Jon didn't seem very sad about this, he just curled his lips.

"He just hasn't played enough yet. But he's such an old man, if he wants to be willful, he can continue to be willful like this."

Under the long table, before the banquet started, the students who had not participated in the sorting ceremony were all making up for the missing ceremony. Naviron and the others happily put on the old hats and confirmed themselves. The academy where I should have stayed.

They looked at Jon, calling for Jon to come down too, and let them see where the headmaster of Hogwarts should have been assigned.

Under their urging, Jon had no choice but to let go of Hermione's hand first, and put on the sorting hat under the watchful eyes of everyone in the auditorium.

"Ha, it's been a long time since I communicated with so many young minds!"

"You will have your share every year from now on."

"Thank you! Well, let me see your qualities first, and then talk about other things. Think about it, what is your most profound experience?"

Most profound experience?
Jon went through his mind, since he came to this magical world, almost everything he experienced has made him unforgettable.

What could be more memorable than being on the run from a magic school in a carriage and finally returning to a castle?
The Sorting Hat seemed to have sensed what Jon was thinking at the moment. It cleared its throat and shouted in front of everyone in the auditorium.

(End of the book)

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