When he was in first grade, he was not scolded.

The closer he got to eternal life, the more anxious Voldemort became.

He already had a hunch that maybe nothing happened to that **** John Wick.

But, eternal life is right in front of you.

How could he give up?

Harry in the Mirror of Erised was already dancing, with no intention of handing over the Holy Grail.

Voldemort's greedy eyes are constantly looking for ways to get rid of him.

Pushing Harry aside, he was crawling in front of the mirror, looking for it.

He didn't dare to destroy the mirror, as that might make the Holy Grail disappear.

Harry was extremely nervous. He didn't expect that Voldemort would arrive first.

Touching his wand, Harry wanted to sneak attack Voldemort.

Voldemort sensed his intention, raised his wand and shot out a red light, causing Harry's whole body to twitch.

"Tell me how you can get what's inside."

Voldemort has gone crazy. He did not kill Harry because he felt that someone else needed to get the things inside.

"I have no idea!"

Harry was telling the truth. He was not from the Star Club, so how could he know how to obtain it.

Voldemort didn't believe it and used the Cruciatus Curse to torture Harry.

Harry screamed and tried to get up but was kicked down by Voldemort.

"Harry Potter, you used my failure to enjoy the title of savior in the wizarding world for so many years."

Voldemort grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him up, his narrow scarlet eyes seeming to choose and devour him.

"Tell me, Harry," Voldemort's dangerous whisper sounded, "where is the Holy Grail?"

His hands left Harry's body, but the force still held Harry's neck.

Harry's body continued to rise. Voldemort waved his hand and Harry's body fell heavily.

Voldemort didn't stop. His hand was waving, and Harry was colliding with it repeatedly, and his internal organs were about to be broken.

"Okay, just give it a couple more hits and it'll be fine."

John's voice came, and he walked out of the maze leisurely.

Looking at Harry, John said helplessly: "What did you say you came in for?"

Harry was speechless. He was staring at John in disbelief.

"He is smarter than you in this regard," John shook his head helplessly, "When he entered the Star Club, he should have guessed that I was fine."

"Really, Tom?"

John looked at Voldemort.

Voldemort also regained his composure, staring at John with his narrow red eyes.

"What a surprise?" John chuckled, "You still have a relationship with the principal of the magic house, and you turned Bellatrix into a human or a ghost. Your hobby is really weird."

"Led me in here," Voldemort sneered, "You want to ambush me?"

"Since it's an ambush, you shouldn't show up."

Voldemort raised his wand, and a green lightning flashed past John.

John ducked over and said calmly: "Ambush? You are wrong, Tom."

Walking down slowly, John said calmly: "There is no need to deal with you like this."

"This is the fourth time, Tom."

He raised his hand and grasped it in the air, and the Silver Wick sword appeared in his hand.

With the silver ring covering his arm, John smiled lightly and said, "You will still be defeated in my hands."

"This time, you can't escape."

John's words are incredible. He actually wants to confront Voldemort head-on.

Harry said anxiously: "John, don't underestimate the enemy!"

"Shut up." John said angrily, "I haven't asked you to join my Star Club yet."

Harry stopped talking.

"You also prepared the fire dragon." Voldemort confronted John and asked, "How did you do it?"

"How to do it?" John said calmly, "Do you need a reason to serve your king?"

He took out a blood bottle with an octopus swimming in it from his pocket, and John drank it.

Magical blood state.

John licked the corners of his mouth and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.

"It's time for us to finish this, Tom."

He took action.

The sword in his hand was slashed out, and a flaming sword blade cut through the void.

Voldemort immediately waved his wand, and green light flew towards John.

"The Dark Lord who has become obsolete, you should disappear into the dust of history."

John's body disappeared and reappeared, he pulled out his wand and waved it, causing Voldemort's feet to sink.

The second before he fell, Voldemort's body rose into the air.

Only two people can fly without the help of broomsticks and other props.

One is Voldemort, the other is Snape.

When John saw him flying, he started his meteor shoes and took off too.

The wand was waved, and bright white light shot out.

Three silver shields appeared in front of Voldemort's wand, blocking the crushing curse, and shot a big snake backhand towards John.

John did not dodge, and directly cut the big snake with the sword in his right hand.

A wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

John is both offensive and defensive, and with the magic blood state, John's magic level reaches close to level seven.

A big dog jumped out of the maze, Voldemort was bitten, and the big dog exploded into rubble in the next second.

The two hit each other from the ground to the sky, and then fell from the sky to the ground.

Transfiguration, black magic, ancient magic...

Two equally knowledgeable people, at this moment, showed a duel of strength beyond the peak.

"I am the king of Slytherin!" Voldemort smashed the big dog conjured by John with a green light and shouted, "I am the heir of Slytherin and the descendant of Gaunt!"

"So what?"

John raised his hand to shoot out white light, and cut out golden flames with his right hand.

He sneered: "You are escaping your own blood, Tom."

"Now I'm running from death again."

John raised his wand, and holes exploded in the ground, turning into hundreds of birds and rushing toward Voldemort.

A transparent protective shield appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes, and all the birds shattered into pieces.

The sword in his hand was suddenly inserted into the ground, and dense gaps opened on the ground.

In the gap, red flames erupted.

Voldemort tried to dodge in every possible way, but his robe could not escape being touched.

Holding the wand in both hands, John waved it from top to bottom.

The invisible sword blade cut across the earth, and the neat cuts separated the ground.

Pulling out the Silver Wick sword, John said calmly: "You have been running away, you are a coward, Tom."

After blowing out a breath, John was surrounded by mist.

His voice came from all directions, full of dreaminess.

"Don't run away and accept death, Tom."

Voldemort's wand spurted out a fiery snake, burning and hissing.

"A broken soul is destined to have no rest."

Voldemort waved his wand, and the fiery serpent rushed towards the mist. The red fire dragon flew out of the mist and collided with the fiery snake.

The aftermath of the two caused cracks to appear on the walls of the maze.

Harry was stunned by such a battle.

The movement even surpassed the battle at the Ministry of Magic.

This place is more open and unencumbered by other people.

The fire dragon's claws tore apart the body of the fire snake, and the fire snake bit the fire dragon's neck.

The two fierce fires died together.

"Avada Kedavra! (Avada Kedavra

"Broken to pieces! (Reducto

The green light collided with the white light, and the huge impact caused caused the fog to be washed away.

A strong light shone in all directions, making the air tremble.

Circle after circle of magic power fluctuations form ripples and spread out.

Harry hid behind the maze wall and saw the wall shattering bit by bit.

It's like the weather has faded away after thousands of years.

John felt that the magic power in his body was disappearing quickly.

At the same time, the system prompt sound came.

[Ding, the magic blood is over]

[Obtain the blessings of the characteristics of the spirit of the Black Lake: elves, software, growth, and immortality]

[Elves: Strengthen the power of elements]

【Software: Enhanced softness】

[Growth: Accelerate the inhalation of magic power and grow]

[Longevity: lifespan greatly increased]

The end of the magic blood.

This means that the explosive growth in magic power that John briefly obtained is also disappearing.

Voldemort's attack became heavier, and John controlled the Silver Wick Sword with his right hand to fly towards Voldemort.

Voldemort waved his wand, causing the Silver Wick sword to fly away.

The two attacks disappeared at the same time.

John took a step back, just this one.

Let Voldemort discover it.

"You are too arrogant."

A high-pitched, cold voice sounded, and Voldemort stared at John.

"You could have continued to grow. I need to admit that your growth rate and talent must surpass mine when I was a student."