Batman's Owl Godfather

The appearance of Godric Gryffindor became the biggest variable in this battle.

The pressure on Dumbledore's shoulders was suddenly relieved, and the confidence of the professors watching the battlefield was greatly increased.

Thousands of years ago, Godric defeated countless opponents with a wand in one hand and a silver sword in the other, leaving behind a reputation as the strongest duelist.

And now, he has even defeated death.

Thousands of years have passed. To what extent has Gryffindor's power grown?

No one can imagine it!

The balance of victory has quietly changed.

"They're starting to do it again."

Ravenclaw, who had turned into a skeleton, helplessly held his forehead, and then motioned to Hufflepuff not to interfere.

Let them resolve the grievances between these two guys by themselves.

"What a pathetic look, Salazar."

Godric raised his sword and looked at Salazar with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "You even have your own heart controlled by others."

"Stop talking nonsense." Salazar clenched the snake staff in his hand, and the fire of his soul became stronger.

"You had such a disgusting face when you opposed my ideas!"

Salazar was now extremely angry and finally revived, but not long after he opened his eyes, he saw something dirty.

Disgusting, disgusting!

He suddenly raised the snake-shaped scepter and hit it hard.

Boom——

For a moment, Slytherin's fiery sun began to expand rapidly, so powerful that it replaced the real sun in a trance.

The flames emitted a strange stream of light, like countless snake tails, swaying toward the sky, dancing to the melody of destruction.

The surrounding temperature also began to rise, and the stone bridge was burned red, with faint signs of melting into liquid.

When the fiery sun expanded to its extreme, time seemed to stand still for a moment. Then, the sun disintegrated and fire rain descended, like the wrath of the gods, pouring down to turn everything into ashes.

"Calling God..."

Facing this scene, Dumbledore subconsciously summoned the patron saint Phoenix to resist the fierce fire.

But before he could finish the spell, Gryffindor had already stepped forward.

His sword is forged by fairies and can absorb filth and turn it into its own power.

He waved the silver sword casually, and the flames all over the sky were immediately drawn, and went straight to the blade of the silver sword, and then were absorbed completely, leaving only countless white smoke floating behind Gryffindor, and the sword was outlined into a pale Big flag.

Then, Gryffindor swung his sword with his backhand, slashed out a golden flame, turned it into sword energy, and directed it towards Slytherin.

The speed of the sword energy exceeded the limit that the naked eye could capture.

Salazar didn't have any time to react before he was hit directly by the sword energy. Before he could even scream, his skeletal body was shattered into pieces.

Dumbledore was stunned.

The professors were also dumbfounded.

So simple?

"Win!!!" Professor Flitwick roared heartbreakingly.

Snape also nodded: "With Godric's power, victory is inevitable."

Professor McGonagall smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of anymore."

The professors had no control over their voices, and all conversation fell into the battlefield.

However, Gryffindor was not happy at all when hearing these encouraging words.

He raised his brows, turned to Dumbledore and said, "Albus, could you please supervise your professors?"

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore was a little confused.

"Words are magical."

Gryffindor's expression became a little strange, "If they continue talking, the good situation will be reversed... Forget it, it's too late."

As the words fell, Salazar's broken skeletal body suddenly began to gather together again.

In just the blink of an eye, he stood up again, unscathed.

Gryffindor sighed: "It's troublesome..."

There is no point in continuing the attack.

Salazar is now an existence that cannot be burned to death even by powerful fire.

…

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came, that was Quirrell's voice.

He ran from afar, knelt on the ground a long way away, and slid all the way to Salazar's side.

"Lord Slytherin! You are really resurrected!!!"

Quirrell's face was filled with ecstasy beyond reason. He trembled and knelt at Salazar's feet.

Sara looked at the dark wizard who suddenly appeared, and a trace of confusion suddenly flashed in her eyes.

He raised his head first and said to Gryffindor: "Wait for a while, I have something to do."

Godric shrugged, letting him do as he pleased.

The lion, which represents courage and justice, will not make a sneak attack.

Slytherin looked at Quirrell again: "I feel a blood connection in you. Are you my descendant?"

"No, it's not me! It's my master!"

Quirrell quickly untied the turban wrapped around his head.

Under everyone's gaze, a hideous and terrifying face appeared on the back of Quirrell's head.

What Dumbledore least expected to see happened: "Voldemort, you are indeed not dead."

Voldemort ignored Dumbledore, but immediately expressed his loyalty to his ancestors: "Lord Slytherin, I am a descendant of the Gaunt family, your direct bloodline!"

"Gaunt family, Voldemort?"

Slytherin looked at Voldemort and saw directly into his weakened soul.

"You do have my blood, but you can't do anything in your current state, so just go ahead."

"yes!"

After receiving the instruction from his ancestor, Voldemort did not hesitate and immediately asked Quirrell to obey and retreat obediently.

The resurrection that Jason talked about was real.

Voldemort finally saw the hope of resurrection. The reward for his cooperation with Jason was a drop of Dionysus factor. Next, he only needed to create a body to be perfectly resurrected!

On the other side, Salazar readjusted to the fighting state. In his opinion, the previous fight was just a mutual test.

He had a small defeat, but he also had something to say. He did not use his full strength.

Gryffindor had already drawn his treasure, but he did not even have a wand. It was obviously not equal.

But that was it.

He, Salazar, also had his own treasure.

At this time, Voldemort was so excited that he almost trembled.

With the support of his ancestors, the resentment and hatred over the past ten years will be repaid!

He was already laughing wildly in his heart.

Suddenly, Salazar stretched out his hand and said, "Fly the soul box!"

As the spell sounded, a locket suddenly flew out of the Black House at No. 12 Grimmauld Place in London. It crossed hundreds of miles at a very fast speed and was in Salazar's hands in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?"

As soon as the locket was in his hand, Salazar felt something was wrong.

He checked it a little and knew the reason. He immediately cursed: "Which lifeless thing turned my treasure into a Horcrux?"

Voldemort suddenly stopped laughing.

"How disgusting!"

Salazar gritted his teeth, and his magic power surged. In the blink of an eye, he strangled the soul fragments in the locket.

At the same time, Voldemort's face behind Quirrell suddenly showed an extremely painful expression.

But he was holding back and didn't dare to scream.

Once a sound was made, it would be equivalent to confessing in front of Slytherin!

At the same time, Salazar's act of summoning the treasure reminded Hufflepuff, who had been watching the show.

She also has a treasure circulating in the world, could it be made into a Horcrux?

No, I must check it.

So Hufflepuff stretched out his hand and chanted the spell: "Golden Cup Flying."

Hearing this spell, Voldemort wanted to kneel on the spot.