I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The flow of time in the Misty Illusion is different.

From the outside, it doesn't look long.

John opened his eyes, nearly dropping his wand.

The face of Voldemort on the opposite side was ashen, and it seemed that some debris-like things could be seen floating on his body.

Fairy music sang, and John was still controlling Harry with his right hand.

Harry also woke up from the trance, but he was still in a daze.

John took a deep breath, communicated with the dome and stars of the Ministry of Magic, and increased the magic infusion.

The huge magic power was like a colorful rainbow light, hitting the three of them heavily.

As the main carrier, John's body is under tremendous pressure.

But Voldemort wasn't much better.

"What are you going to do?" Voldemort looked at John unwillingly.

He can't let go, if he does, he will become the target of this huge magic power.

With Dumbledore outside, there was no way he could escape.

John grinned and said, "Do what you haven't done."

The golden cup hanging beside him flew to the top of his head, absorbing huge magic power into it.

Black air flashed in John's eyes, looking strange and startling.

"The stars shine on the way home."

He suddenly raised his right hand to grab the golden cup, and the magic power poured out, and the golden sand flowed out of the golden cup as if it was overflowing.

The sand keeps falling and the surrounding environment changes.

The Ministry of Magic is constantly receding from the scenery at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Hufflepuff Gold Cup that can carry everything, I will devote my time and soul to you, and use magic as a furnace to start refining!"

The Ravenclaw crown was worn on John's head, and hundreds of silver-white soul spheres flew from the crown and fell into the golden cup.

"What the hell did he do, why are there so many souls?" Lupine exclaimed.

They can all see what's going on inside and what John is doing.

He manipulates time and sacrifices souls.

"He's touching taboo." Dumbledore couldn't wait any longer.

Swinging the Elder Wand, he tried to break the magical realm.

But John didn't stop.

After infusing time and soul, Hufflepuff's golden cup became as bright as a little sun.

"Stop it, John!" Dumbledore yelled.

However, everyone in the Star Society that Dumbledore had knocked down stood up at this moment.

"You..." Dumbledore was startled, and said complicatedly, "Do you know what John Wick is doing?"

"I don't know," Malfoy grinned, "but I know, he's doing something that doesn't allow others to disturb him, and 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 is doing now is beyond what Dumbledore can accept.

That power is enough to destroy the whole of London.

John held Voldemort with his left hand, held the gold cup high with his right hand, and Harry was also controlled by the Soul Eater Curse.

Their shape forms a triangle.

John pours the last ingredient into the gold cup.

It was a Philosopher's Stone.

The blood-colored Philosopher's Stone floated up slowly.

There were murmurs that could not be heard from the golden cup.

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

filled the hall.

A magic circle appeared on the golden cup.

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

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

Dumbledore moved, and at the same time the Order of the Phoenix moved.

Regardless of being vigilant against the Death Eaters, they attacked the Star Society.

Neville blocked Sirius, Fleur blocked Tonks, Cedric faced Lupine, Percy and Jin and Malfoy attacked Dumbledore at the same time.

But Dumbledore was too powerful, and he repelled the three of them, waving his wand in his hand.

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

Let the magic field tremble.

John's face froze, and the Philosopher's Stone fell into the golden cup.

The touch of the two symbolizes the fusion of taboos.

Overflowing Sands, Floating Souls, Philosopher's Stone.

Under the washing of huge magic power, the three were fused into a magic circle by John.

"Controlling time, life and death, and the great taboo of creation, the combination of the three is..."

John grasped it vigorously with his right hand, under the forced fusion of magic power.

"The Holy Grail."

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

A huge shock came, warning the birth of something against the sky.

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

John turned his eyes suddenly to Voldemort, and the golden thread where the two faced each other kept trembling.

Seems like it's about to break.

Both bodies are under enormous pressure.

John wears a crown and holds a Holy Grail. His pupils turn into vertical pupils.

A sense of fatality passed into Voldemort's heart.

Voldemort's brain alerted him to close his eyes instinctively.

"Return of the soul."

Wandless cast.

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

Drilling towards the wand, the balance of the two broke and fell, and ghosts appeared around Voldemort.

John almost fell, but his eyes remained fixed on Voldemort.

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

The Star Club became even crazier, Jin swooped and interrupted the spell that Dumbledore was going to shoot.

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

The three of them kept hindering Dumbledore just like they couldn't be killed.

John walked towards Voldemort step by step, and Voldemort, who was backlashed, could not move.

He never dreamed that he would be tricked by a student who hadn't graduated yet.

This short period of stiffness will kill him.

The fear of death kept pounding Voldemort's brain.

"Tom, you lost."

John stood in front of him and said lightly, "The third time."

"No—!" Voldemort couldn't accept it.

Time, location, people and harmony.

John occupies three sides.

He replaced the core with a feather plucked from Fox.

After Voldemort and Dumbledore were consumed, the flashback produced by the same staff core characteristics was used to trap Voldemort.

Under the pressure of magic power, the two sides used the dead pupil to sneak attack, and then used the return of the soul unexpectedly.

"It's just three things, I accept your soul."

There was black air coming out of John's eyes, and his consumption was too great.

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

The Holy Grail continuously transmits a terrifying suppressive force, suppressing people.

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

More white smoke drifted out of Voldemort's body.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, Voldemort's soul was pulled out.

Harry's eyes widened as he witnessed everything.

Voldemort saw his own body, a rare gaffe.

"No, it's impossible!"

But John would not give him time to sigh, he approached Voldemort step by step.

Staggering, John was exhausted, he frowned, and waved his wand.

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

Voldemort felt his eyes go white, and his soul was sucked into a strange space.

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

That is……

Tom Riddle.

...

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

In the holy grail, it seems that the soul is condensed.

John was in a daze, and Voldemort was dealt with by him.

Right now, only Heinrich needs to be resurrected.

It seems that everything has settled down.

Holy Grail.

Forbidden fusion.

As long as he gets his soul back, John can do things that no one has ever done before.

The big idea made John exhaust everything.

The Death Eaters looked devastated.

Their masters were drawn out of their souls.

John held his wand, and he was only short of the last two now.

He shifted his gaze to Harry, who was still being held.

John walked over, raised his wand, and said, "Remember what I said, Harry."

"Be sure to take your ticket with you."

Harry realized that it wasn't a dream.

He looked at John, the wand.

It was that wand that drew Voldemort's soul.

just now.

Would John use it to draw out his own soul too?

He looked at the ghosts that were gradually dissipating, and there was a couple in it who wanted to come to help him.

But John was unmoved, and the wand was raised, moving towards Harry little by little.

...

With Voldemort's soul gone, only a body remains.

The flashback of both ends.

From everyone's point of view, John was going to do something to Harry at this moment.

Dumbledore throws Malfoy back with an offensive spell, Percy falls unconscious, and King is pinned down by a conjured house-elf statue.

He waved his wand smoothly and wildly, looking in John's direction, with sadness on his face.

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

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

The huge magical power was vented from the Elder Wand, and the power has been upgraded to a higher level.

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

magic field.

broken!

"Return of the soul."

...