I wield a sword at Hogwarts

That was Johnny Silverhand, who had the power to influence the entire magical society in just a few years.

Such a person cannot be a little white rabbit.

Just when he was helpless, Sirius ran over.

"Moon-face, are you okay?"

"Padfoot," Lupine saw that Sirius was also seriously injured. It seemed that the key to this battle lay with Dumbledore.

at this time.

Dumbledore and Voldemort are about to decide the winner.

The effect of solemn power also disappeared at this time.

Voldemort raised his hand and flicked Lucius out of the way.

Dumbledore took the opportunity to wave his wand, causing the ground to sink.

"Are you going to run away, Tom?"

He used words to stimulate Voldemort. He knew that there was no point in killing Voldemort now, but would instead make the man hide.

Dumbledore was not sure whether he could survive until Voldemort was resurrected, so he could only force the people back.

Sure enough, when Voldemort heard this, his expression changed several times.

I thought Dumbledore could be eliminated with the support of Death Eaters, but those losers were too incompetent.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a person rushing out of the fog.

He smiled.

The body suddenly disappeared.

Dumbledore's expression changed drastically, and he waved his wand smoothly.

"Hermione, Ginny, Luna." Harry called his little friends' names.

The witch statue rushed towards Harry who rushed out.

When he was about to get close to Harry, Harry's scar was in severe pain, and his body exploded with force and flew away from the witch.

Around him, the debris on the ground formed a circle, surrounding him.

"Harry?" Dumbledore turned around and deflected the curses shot by Lucius, knocking them down one by one.

He slowly walked towards Harry, who seemed to be a different person at this time.

He twisted his body like a snake, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, looked at Dumbledore and mocked: "You lose, old guy."

Dumbledore looked solemn and said softly: "Harry, the key is not the similarity between you and him, but the difference between you and him."

This sentence seemed to give Harry a shot in the arm as he kept having flashbacks of his experiences in his mind.

School, Black House, family, friends, Weasley, godfather...

He struggled on the ground, twisting his body.

He saw the image of Voldemort again, which made him particularly painful.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with concern, Hermione, Ron and others also ran out, and they looked at Harry worriedly.

Harry saw the friends and family accompanying him, gritted his teeth and said, "You are the weak one, Voldemort."

"You will never know love and friendship," he gasped, lying on the ground, and mocked in a pitiful tone, "I feel so sorry for you."

The picture in his mind began to regress, and the surroundings seemed to be regressing as well.

A lot of black color came out of Harry's body, causing the surrounding dust to fly up, forming a barrier to isolate the outside world.

Black condensed into one person, Voldemort stood in front of Harry, holding his wand and sarcastically said: "You are a fool, Harry Potter."

He looked at Harry's helpless look and said, "You will definitely lose everything."

Harry stared at Voldemort, knowing that Voldemort was about to escape.

But he couldn't laugh.

"If you're done talking," a voice sounded, John appeared in the circle and chuckled, "then it's time to talk about us."

Dumbledore, who was outside and unable to come in, looked startled when he saw this scene.

Hermione saw John there and shouted quickly: "John, help Harry."

Voldemort said in disbelief: "How did you get in?"

John raised his finger and pointed at the sky, grinning: "The stars guide me in the direction."

Voldemort and Harry looked up, and the dome of the Ministry of Magic turned into a starry sky at some point.

Hundreds of stars twinkled and John raised his wand.

The stars turned into bright aurora and enveloped it.

John unbuttoned his cloak, grabbed it and threw it behind him.

He looked at Voldemort, "Are you ready for the third time, Tom."

Voldemort thought of something and his expression turned sinister.

Little Barty, who was outside, stood up with one hand, his eyes fixed on the other side.

He wants to confirm who is the person he is looking for.

This victory or defeat will determine his future results.

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Chapter 374 I have entered the point of no return

The third duel.

John rolled up his sleeves and looked indifferent.

"If you had a full Hogwarts education, you should know..."

John smiled lightly, holding the wand in his left hand and raising it, "Etiquette before a duel."

"Is he crazy!" Sirius admitted that the child was powerful, but facing Voldemort, he actually wanted to duel with him?

too crazy.

"Break this barrier." Dumbledore's expression changed, and he waved his wand and prepared to take action.

But when he heard six explosions, six people from the Star Club stood in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Dumbledore looked at them.

Jin raised his wand and said calmly: "How can I let you hinder our king?"

"Don't steal my lines!" Malfoy yelled at King, and then said coolly, "Even if you are Dumbledore, you can't do it."

Neville silently drew his sword, and Fleur pushed her long hair aside.

Cedric smiled bitterly, but did not move his feet.

Percy glanced darkly at his younger siblings.

The Death Eaters stood up again, and they gathered behind Lucius.

"What should I do?" a Death Eater asked.

Lucius remained calm, "We can only wait."

If he ran away early, I'm afraid Voldemort would settle the score later.

But now facing Dumbledore, they were no match.

The Death Eaters were unwilling, but there was nothing they could do.

"Are you okay?" Tonks was supported by Lupine. She leaned on Lupine and suddenly felt that this man was very reliable.

Tonks shook her head.

Dumbledore was stopped, his kindness preventing him from attacking his students.

…

Inside the barrier, John bowed his head gracefully and bowed slightly.

Voldemort sneered, "You are so brave, you dare to come to me for a duel."

John slowly put the silver ring on his left hand and chuckled, "Why don't you dare? I have to be afraid of a defeated general?"

Voldemort's face darkened, "Do you think you can be complacent by defeating my soul fragment while others are in danger?"

"Then beat me head-on, Tom Riddle."

"Don't call that name!" Voldemort heard the surname he hated and raised his wand to attack.

John held his right hand empty, and the silver sword flashed out.

He cut open the magic spell, raised his left wand, and shot out several streaks of white light.

Without Dumbledore to control Voldemort, his strength is even more terrifying.

Back then, John only saw it from a distance and was almost killed by it.

The green light penetrated the ground, and John dodged nimbly, using his right hand as a supplement and his left hand as the main attack.

He had a fierce confrontation with Voldemort, and Harry was between them. Watching the green and white light flash by, Harry was frightened.

"That's all, Tom!"

John roared, silver covering his left hand.

What is inlaid there is not a magic crystal, but a super magic crystal.

After charging up a shattering spell, it turned into bright white light, and Voldemort's wand floated out in a black current, flooding towards John.

The two confronted each other and attacked, and a stalemate came to a standstill.

Voldemort glanced at Dumbledore vaguely, knowing that he could not delay for too long.

It can only be resolved quickly.

The black color shrank and turned into a huge impact on the barrier.

Voldemort turned his wand, and the classic curse sounded.

Dark energy flashed in John's eyes, and he also turned his wand and waved it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Broken to pieces! (Reducto)"

Green meets white.

Harry seemed to have returned to the showdown between John and Tom Riddle in his second grade.

The two colors of lightning collided, and Harry hurriedly climbed to another place.

Voldemort noticed something was wrong.

Where they collided, a burst of celestial music came out.

His wand trembled as if powered by electricity, and the light connecting the two wands turned dazzling gold.

The familiar scene made Harry present feel in a trance.

Even Dumbledore's expression changed drastically.

"This is?!"

John and Voldemort flew up at the same time, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above them.

Arcs of light intertwined around them, forming a domed golden net that no one could get close to.

By the way, Harry was also enveloped.

The phoenix's singing made everyone feel incredible.

Dumbledore, in particular, clearly remembered that he had only two wands made of Fawkes feathers.