Chapter 350：

"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 Star Society 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 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 is a magic stone.

The **** 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 robbed her 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 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 magic field tremble.

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

The touch of the two symbolizes the fusion of taboos.

Overflowing golden sand, floating souls, and 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.

"The Holy Grail."

As the golden color of the sun recedes, the sky over London changes color.

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

A huge crack appeared on the ground 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 tremendous pressure.

John wears a crown on his head and holds the Holy Grail. His pupils turn into vertical pupils.

A sense of fatality 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 were always focused on Voldemort.

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

The Star Club became even more crazy. Jin made a flying dive and interrupted 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 will 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 weather, the right location, the right people.

John occupied three sides.

He replaced the core with a feather plucked from Fox.

And after Voldemort and Dumbledore consumed it, they used the same characteristics of the wand core to produce flashbacks 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 only three things, I will accept 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 the wand at Voldemort, and murmured the ancient language, "The soul returns."

More white smoke floated out of Voldemort's body.

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

Harry's eyes widened after witnessing everything.

When Voldemort saw his own body, he made a rare gaffe.

"No, this is impossible!"

But John would not 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.

…

What Death wants is 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 we have to do is resurrect Heinrich.

It seems everything has settled.

The Holy Grail.

A fusion of taboos.

As long as he recovers his soul, 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 like the sky was falling.

Their master's soul was extracted.

John held the wand, he was just short of the last two.

He shifted his gaze 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 draw out 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 the two ends.

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

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

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

"John, you are still on that path."

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

Huge magic power was released from the Elder Wand, and its power was even higher.

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

The field of magic.

Broken!

"The soul is back."

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Chapter 378 I controlled 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 body rolled its eyes, but he himself was floating up.

His most secret soul was now revealed to the public.