Chapter 347：

One is in Harry's hand, and the other is in Voldemort's hand.

what happened?

"It's useless if you want to hold me back like this." Voldemort looked at John, "No one can come in."

John was oppressed by this huge force and smiled: "Did you forget that there is a third person?"

Voldemort's expression changed greatly and he looked at Harry.

"You want him to kill me?" Voldemort's voice contained a hint of fear of death, "This is a duel, the great honor of defeating the Dark Lord, and you want to give it to him?"

"Of course not." John shook his head seriously.

"Do you know something?"

"What?"

Voldemort didn't understand what medicine John was selling.

John grinned, "About your Horcrux."

Under Voldemort's horrified gaze, John patted the small bag.

Two things flew out of his bag.

Hufflepuff's golden cup.

Ravenclaw's diadem.

"It's you, the one who stole the golden cup!"

Voldemort's eyes turned red. He would never forget that someone planted a bomb in Gringotts.

He actually took away more than one Horcrux.

Voldemort panicked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Tom," John looked at Voldemort with clear eyes and smiled, "I want to change everything."

After saying that, his right hand turned in another direction.

Not Voldemort, nor two Horcruxes.

Rather...

Harry!

Huge starry auroras form a magical realm.

There are many white hairs in John's hair, and his voice has the sound of electricity.

"I will never return!"

The black silk thread curled towards Harry through his right hand, and with Harry's horrified look on his face, he tied him up and dragged him up.

"What is he going to do?"

"Harry!"

People outside saw this scene and exclaimed.

Sirius wanted to rush over, but Neville grabbed him by the throat, lifted him up, and threw him at Ron's feet.

Ron asked Neville loudly, "What are you doing! You are Gryffindor!"

"You're going to watch John Wick kill Harry!"

Neville muttered: "John wouldn't do that."

Ron couldn't listen. He rushed over angrily and was kicked down by Malfoy.

"Lie down or die!" Malfoy pressed his wand against Ron's head.

"No!" Hermione yelled to stop, Malfoy did not make a move, but Ron got up again and was put down by him again.

Repeatedly.

In the end, he simply put away his wand, grabbed Ron's collar with his fist, and kept punching him deliberately.

When Dumbledore saw that John had caught Harry, he used his wand directly.

"I shouldn't have given it to him." Dumbledore said this.

Jin and Percy took action at the same time, but they were far behind Dumbledore.

It’s not of the same magnitude at all.

Fleur was also standing in front, but was unable to move due to a wave of Dumbledore's wand.

Cedric said sorry and used the Transfiguration to control Dumbledore.

Directly cracked by Dumbledore.

His steps were blocked by the magic field.

Dumbledore looked up and saw that the stars above were actually magic crystals.

Even he can't break it in a short time.

John inside had already caught Harry, and he said to Harry, "Remember our deal?"

Harry was stunned, thinking of the previous transaction.

He said unwillingly: "You want to kill me?"

"No, it won't," John said calmly, "I just want to take something of yours."

"What?" When Harry was confused, severe pain erupted from the scar on his forehead.

John's right hand had already touched the scar, as if trying to drill his head open, causing Harry to scream in agony.

This scene made everyone’s hearts twitch.

"Here, there is an unknown secret."

In the flying Ravenclaw crown, silver threads penetrated into Harry's body.

"That's...soul!"

Dumbledore's expression changed completely, and his expression darkened.

Where did John get so many souls?

Using his soul as a knife, John penetrated into Harry's consciousness.

After a period of drowsy movement, John arrived at his target location.

A white station.

Harry had a terrible headache. The second before he thought his head was going to explode, his consciousness came to this station.

He looked around blankly, as if he didn't know where he was.

But John knew exactly where this place was.

It’s not the first time I’ve come in.

A blurry fantasy.

The place where I once saw the God of Death.

And this is also his true purpose.

Meet the God of Death.

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Chapter 375 I Awakened the Dead

The surroundings seemed to be enveloped in cloud-like vapor.

In a place similar to a station, the scene in the distance does not seem to be constructed.

Harry lay there. The ground was white and neither cold nor hot.

He sat up, his body uninjured and his headache gone.

But he touched his face and his glasses were gone.

But you can still see it clearly.

The trance is a very magical place.

They exist in the soul, between life and death.

And each one is different, which is what makes the most impressive impression.

It seems that for Harry, the most profound place is undoubtedly King's Cross Station when he first came into contact with the magical world.

John appeared here, glanced at Harry, and said casually: "Sit anywhere you want, just like at home."

Harry looked confused. What was going on? Why did he just change places?

"John, what on earth did you do?" Harry asked warily.

John walked to the station bench and sat down. He patted the chair and motioned for Harry to sit over.

Harry hesitated again and again, but came over and sat down.

He felt that John was not in danger now.

John looked at the railway tracks in the station and said in a daze: "It seems that we haven't sat together for a long time."

Thinking about it carefully, before the second grade, he and Harry had a good relationship.

They ran away together to avoid being caught by Filch, broke into the room of the three-headed dog Luwei, and even sat down to have dinner together on Christmas.

"I didn't realize it had been so long." Harry also sighed.

There was no specific hostility between the two of them. John raised his hand to conjure a multi-flavor bean and handed it to Harry.

"Thank you," Harry took it and tasted it, frowned and asked, "No taste?"

Of course it has no taste, because John has no sense of taste either.

"This place is called the Illusion, a wandering realm between life and death." John said another thing.

"A hallucination? Between life and death?" Harry asked doubtfully, "Are we dead?"

"To be precise, almost." John put the multi-flavor beans into his mouth and smiled, "Have you noticed that there is a conflict between Dumbledore and me?"

Harry said vaguely: "A little bit."

In fact, Harry didn't feel deeply about it.

He had been angry with Dumbledore for the whole year, so he had no time to notice.

John didn't care and said, "Because he is afraid of me."

"Afraid of you?" Harry thought it was ridiculous, that was Dumbledore.

"You should have seen Tom, who is Voldemort," John waved his hand, indicating that he should listen carefully, "You have seen his appearance, right? I mean, he has no nose."

"He's really not good-looking." Harry had to admit that Voldemort was really ugly, and he didn't know why so many people followed him.

As a senior YanGou, Harry said he didn't understand.

"That's the consequence of studying taboos."

Tossing a multi-flavor bean into his mouth, John said easily: "I'm about the same as him."

"But you have a nose," Harry said bluntly.

John was choked and said speechlessly: "The price of taboo is not just the nose, okay."

Harry smiled sheepishly and asked, "So you have violated a taboo?"

"Yes," John nodded and said, "Time and soul, these two are taboos. Unfortunately, I encountered them both."

Harry didn't have much idea about this. After all, he had also touched time and soul.

John sighed, "I'm not you, Harry, you are the savior, and I am an ordinary person."

Harry cursed, thinking that you are just an ordinary person.