I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"I don't know," Malfoy grinned, "but I know that he is doing something that no one else is allowed to interrupt. That's enough."

Everyone in the Society of Stars raised their wands and declared war on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked complicated, for their king.

But what John was doing now was beyond what Dumbledore could accept.

That power was enough to destroy the entire London.

John restrained Voldemort with his left hand and held up the golden cup with his right hand. Harry was still controlled by the Soul-Eating Curse.

Their shape forms a triangle.

John poured the last ingredient into the golden cup.

That's a magic stone.

The bloody magic stone floated slowly.

There were bursts of inaudible murmurs coming from the golden cup.

There are only three people who can understand this ancient language.

Filled the hall.

A magic circle appeared on the golden cup.

Voldemort looked at the Philosopher's Stone greedily, and he was sure that it was what he had always dreamed of getting.

If he hadn't been restrained now, he would have snatched it away at the risk of being left behind.

Dumbledore took action, and so did the Order of the Phoenix.

Ignoring the Death Eaters, they attacked the Society of Stars.

Neville blocked Sirius, Fleur blocked Tonks, Cedric faced off against Lupin, and Percy, King, and Malfoy attacked Dumbledore at the same time.

But Dumbledore was too powerful. He fought off the three of them and waved his wand.

A powerful magic power formed a spell and fell on the huge magic field.

Let the realm of magic tremble.

John's face froze, and the magic stone fell into the gold cup.

The touch of the two symbolizes the fusion of taboos.

Overflowing golden sand, floating souls, magic stones.

The three were fused into a magic circle by John under the huge wash of magic power.

"The great taboo that controls time, life and death, and creation, the three combined into one, is..."

John grasped it hard with his right hand, forced to fuse with the magic power.

"Holy Grail."

The sun-like golden color receded, and the sky over London changed color.

A huge vibration came, warning of the birth of something that defied the heavens.

A huge crack appeared on the floor of the Ministry of Magic, and the stars on the dome dimmed.

John suddenly turned his gaze to Voldemort, and the golden thread between the two of them continued to tremble.

It seems to be about to break.

Both bodies are under severe stress.

John wears a crown and holds the Holy Grail, and his pupils turn into vertical pupils.

A fatal feeling passed into Voldemort's heart.

Voldemort's brain gave an early warning, causing him to instinctively close his eyes.

"The soul is back."

Casting spells without a wand.

Voldemort's body suddenly froze, and the scales belonging to the golden thread collapsed.

Drilling towards the wand, the balance of the two was broken and ghosts appeared around Voldemort.

John almost fell down, but his eyes remained focused on Voldemort.

It also means that the realm between them is about to dissolve.

The Star Club became even more crazy, and Jin swooped down, interrupting Dumbledore's curse.

Percy rushed forward and hugged Dumbledore's left leg with a sliding shovel. Malfoy roared and rushed forward to knock the centenarian away, but he grabbed him and threw him away.

The three people were like invincible, constantly hindering Dumbledore.

John walked towards Voldemort step by step, and Voldemort was unable to move.

He never dreamed that he would be plotted by a student who had not yet graduated.

This brief moment of stiffness would kill him.

The fear of death constantly impacted Voldemort's brain.

"Tom, you lost."

John stood in front of him and said calmly: "The third time."

"No—!" Voldemort couldn't accept it.

The right time, the right place, the right people.

John occupied three sides.

He replaced the core with a feather plucked from Fox.

After Voldemort and Dumbledore consumed it, they used the flashback produced by the same wand core properties to trap Voldemort.

Under the pressure of magic power, both parties used Death Eye to sneak attack, and then used Soul Xi to return unexpectedly.

"It's just a matter of three things. I'll take your soul."

There was black energy flowing out of John's eyes, he had consumed too much.

One of the super magic crystals in his left hand was extinguished.

The Holy Grail constantly delivers terrifying repressive power, suppressing people.

John let go of the Holy Grail, pointed his wand at Voldemort, and murmured the ancient language, "The soul returns."

More white smoke floated out of Voldemort's body.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, Voldemort's soul was extracted.

Harry's eyes widened after witnessing everything.

Voldemort saw his own body and made a rare lapse.

"No, that's impossible!"

But John wouldn't give him time to sigh, and he got closer to Voldemort step by step.

Staggering, John was too exhausted. He frowned and waved his wand.

"The soul is back!" He roared, sucking Voldemort's soul away, turning it into a silver light and entering the wand.

Voldemort's eyes turned white and his soul was sucked into a strange space.

Looking up again, three people appeared in front of Voldemort.

That is……

Tom Riddle.

…

Death wants Voldemort's soul, and John still needs to get it for him.

In the Holy Grail, it seems that the soul is condensed.

John was in a daze, Voldemort was solved by him.

Right now, all he has to do is resurrect Heinrich.

It seems everything has settled.

Holy Grail.

A fusion of taboos.

As long as his soul is recovered, John can do something that has never been accomplished by anyone in the past.

The huge idea made John use up everything he had.

The Death Eaters looked as if the sky was falling.

Their master's soul was extracted.

John held the wand, he was now down to the last two.

He turned his attention to Harry, who was still being controlled.

John walked over, raised his wand, and said, "Do you remember what I said, Harry."

"Take your ticket with you."

Harry was shocked to realize that it was not a dream.

He looked at John, the wand.

It was the wand that drew out Voldemort's soul.

Now.

Will John also use it to extract his soul?

He looked at the ghosts that were gradually dissipating. There was a couple inside who wanted to come and help him.

But John remained unmoved. He raised his wand and moved it towards Harry bit by bit.

…

As Voldemort's soul disappeared, only his physical body remained.

The flashback of both ends.

In everyone's eyes, John was going to take action against Harry at this moment.

Dumbledore used an offensive spell to knock Malfoy back, Percy fell into a coma, and King was held down by a conjured house-elf statue.

He waved his wand smoothly and widely, looking towards John with sadness on his face.

"John, you're still on that path."

Even though he couldn't bear it, he couldn't watch John pull out Harry's soul.

The huge magic power was released from the Elder Wand, and its power increased to a new level.

In that direction, it turned into a thick beam of light and fell.

The realm of magic.

broken!

"The soul is back."

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Chapter 378 I control time

Harry felt as if his body had turned to stone and his soul was floating.

This was not a good experience and his mind went blank.

Looking down, his physical body rolled its eyes, but he himself was floating up.

His most secret soul was now revealed to the public.