I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"I am destruction and rebirth."

Voldemort disappeared and appeared from the pool where the statue originally stood, waving his wand. A poisonous snake jumped out of the wand and bit Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand widely with smooth movements, making the big snake behind him disappear.

Voldemort stared at Dumbledore with red eyes unwillingly.

Now that the opportunity has been lost, he is about to leave here with a wave of his robe.

But I heard the sound of gems breaking.

Sole power.

launch.

Silver Mask stared at Voldemort, and his voice stopped for a moment.

He stretched out his right hand to grasp in the void.

A sword slowly appeared in his right hand.

Slowly draw the wand across the blade of the sword, making a posture with the wand in the left hand and the sword in the right hand.

His voice became flat and relaxed.

"I bear the destiny of prophecy and have a true name that is independent of the world."

Unable to leave, Voldemort raised his hands and gripped his wand.

The broken glass flew up and gathered behind him without any wind.

Dumbledore secretly said something bad, and opened a silver armor spell in front of him, which looked like an upside-down pot.

The fragments shot towards Dumbledore and Silver Mask.

"I am... a fire dragon."

Flames ignited from the tip of the sword and instantly covered the sword's body.

Silver Mask watched the attack coming indifferently, his voice became strange, the syllables were ancient, and the sound was ethereal.

"Dragon blood flows from his body, and his sharp claws tear everything apart."

Flames burned the body along the hilt of the sword.

"The fangs take away life, the fire burns the skin, and the venom enters the marrow."

The silver mask melted, revealing raised horns.

"Spread your wings over all things, stars enter my mouth, and shadows swallow up the world."

The body swelled, and the wings were pulled away from behind.

"I am……"

"Dragon King!"

The flames turned into towering pillars of fire, burning to the height of the dome.

Astonishing high temperatures enveloped the entire hall, and the huge flames turned into a vortex.

In the flames, a pair of vertical pupils opened.

The approaching fragments were melted in an instant, and terrifying flames were sprayed out from the ferocious mouth.

It was like a sun igniting, and the water vapor evaporated instantly.

Dumbledore couldn't help but open his eyes wide. Voldemort waved his wand vigorously, and a bright silver shield emerged from it.

He was enveloped, and the ground turned into magma.

Harry and others were frightened and stood in the direction of the golden door.

The dragon's breath was not aimed at them, but they were still frightened by the terrifying high temperature.

The smell of paste came from their hair, and they could not imagine how high it was in the center of the flame.

The breath of the dragon lasted for thirteen seconds, and these thirteen seconds seemed as long as hell.

The flames disappeared and Voldemort emerged within them.

There was a trace of disappointment in the huge dragon eyes, but it returned to normal in an instant.

After all, the Dark Lord is not that easy to solve.

His body began to shrink and return to its original appearance.

Only this time, there was no mask on his face.

He holds a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

A pair of vertical pupils were different from Voldemort's snake eyes, and his eyes conveyed divine majesty.

John blew on the flames on the sword and smiled: "Of course, if you want, you can call me by my name, John Wick."

The Ministry of Magic almost destroyed the entire hall under Dragon's Breath, and he put out where Voldemort's clothes were on fire.

His eyes were staring in that direction, more in disbelief.

"you are still alive?"

When Voldemort said this, even the famous Dark Lord became confused when faced with such an impact.

Dumbledore also looked at the young face.

Not long ago, he received the 'death news' from Snape.

A death witnessed by a potions master cannot be fake.

So……

John, how did you come back from death?

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Chapter 371 I laughed at death

Can a person be resurrected from death?

The answer is yes.

Someone has done it.

Voldemort.

He used evil magic to create six Horcruxes for himself.

Unless all the Horcruxes are 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 fatal poison, and even if you had a Horcrux, you couldn't regain your body in a short 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 found it difficult to accept.

He had worked so hard to come back to life.

For a student, despite his huge power, these external objects are understandable.

But why does his young appearance have such power?

Voldemort stared at John so hard that even Dumbledore ignored him.

Everyone at the scene had different reactions.

Harry was surprised and confused, Hermione was surprised and surprised, and Luna was taken for granted.

Bellatrix's body was unable to move, and Lucius hurried to Voldemort's side to show his loyalty.

Drogon is separated from Lupin, a little more wounded.

Sirius ran out, finally finding his way out of the swirling hall.

Everyone in Qunxing Club took off their masks one after another, revealing their young faces.

John raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems the situation is clear, Tom."

Voldemort stared gloomily at John, the people from the Society of Stars plus the people from the Order of the Phoenix.

And with the old monster Dumbledore, Voldemort is now in a dilemma.

However, he suddenly laughed.

"You're certainly talented, John Wick."

He praised John in a cold, high-pitched voice.

"However, you seem to be too confident."

Voldemort smiled coldly, "Do you think you can defeat me with the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Your men are all imprisoned in the Department of Mysteries." John pretended to be surprised, "Do you think you still have a chance?"

"You want my life?" Voldemort screamed, "Even if I die, I will still come back."

Dumbledore put aside his speculations about the mystery of John's resurrection. He said calmly: "Just taking your life will not satisfy me."

He cast a pleased look at John, as if John was with him against the enemy, which made him very happy.

"I am Voldemort!" Voldemort said loudly, "I will not die here."

He raised his wand and fired a beam of green light towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it, dodging the attack.

Voldemort turned around and shot at John.

He thought he wanted to pinch a soft persimmon.

"I can do things you can't do, Tom."

John looked calm and held the sword in his right hand to split the red light coming from him.

Dumbledore followed, with a small flame on the tip of his staff, trying to tie up Voldemort like a fish.

Even if Voldemort is restricted from apparating, he can still fly.

He flew into the sky, and two owls, one black and one white, descended from the sky, their sharp claws scratching his robe.

Voldemort was furious and aimed his wand at the white mass to cast the spell.

A silver light rose from the ground and passed by Voldemort's side, interrupting the spell and looking down.

Holding the sword in his right hand, John suddenly flew up, raised his left wand and waved it hard.

The thunder struck down at Voldemort, causing him to fall quickly.

The silver light flashed, and Voldemort stopped his fall and quickly turned around to avoid it.

John knew that 70% of Voldemort's strength was on guard against Dumbledore.

The object-capturing magic was activated, and Voldemort's body froze.

John smashed down hard and looked down at Voldemort.

"This is beyond your reach, you are a coward, Tom."

Voldemort canceled out all the force of the fall, and Lucius went to save him, but was caught in Dumbledore's flames and thrown out.

In the process of falling, Voldemort flicked his wand, and a green light passed by John and hit the clouds.

He holds the sword of Silver Wick in his hand, and the upper part of the shoe shines with light as he flies down.

The sharp blade of the sword swung out with silver light, and Voldemort activated the Iron Armor Curse to block the attack.

Raising his hand to activate the ancient magic, John was swept up by a gust of wind and lost his balance. Voldemort raised his wand and was about to release the Death Curse.