Chapter 482：

The savior?

Harry gritted his teeth and stood up, running to John's side.

"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Harry who raised his wand and sneered, "It seems you are still dreaming of the savior."

"No, I just..." Harry took a deep breath, "I want to protect Hogwarts."

John looked at Harry, not expecting him to be standing in front of him.

but…

"We don't need a savior here, Harry."

John was surprisingly calm and said to Harry: "Get out of the way."

"John, you are going to die!" Harry didn't want to watch John die.

"You are still young after all."

John shook his head slightly, straightened up reluctantly, and looked up at Voldemort, who was preparing to avoid future troubles forever.

He said calmly: "Old enemy? Voldemort, you seem to have made a mistake."

Behind Voldemort, in the dim darkness.

One person steps out.

"From beginning to end, I have never been the enemy you predicted."

"Your old enemy," John chuckled, "Have you forgotten?"

"Those two boys."

Just like in the first grade, Voldemort's right hand was cut off by a sword, and he turned around in disbelief.

Neville is holding a dark golden sword, and the muscles in his arms are bulging.

The sword with the power to destroy demons sliced ​​open the body of the great demon that was walking on the night of a hundred ghosts.

"For my old friend, for the Star Club, and for my king!"

Neville roared: "I will kill you, Voldemort!"

He held the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword penetrated his chest, and dark red blood spattered.

This sword directly penetrated Voldemort's chest.

That heart was completely pierced.

Neville roared and kicked Voldemort.

The thin black robe now faded and became more transparent.

Voldemort couldn't believe it.

This time, he no longer has the magic of love.

Voldemort, who willingly degenerated into a hundred demons, lost the qualification to be loved.

The Boy of July, Neville Longbottom.

The person who may become the savior in the prophecy.

The Demon King marked his old enemy, Voldemort's old enemy, is no longer Harry Potter, but has become the Society of Stars.

so…

Voldemort, Tom Riddle.

He was kicked and staggered back. His remaining left hand was opened, and the slender pupils in his red eyes were turned upward.

He fell to the ground.

The way he least expected, and the person he despised the most.

The most powerful Dark Lord is now like a mortal, his body is limp and twitching.

The death and powerlessness brought about by blood loss filled him with fear.

The pale hand stretched out towards the mirror.

This time, he is no longer untouchable.

John didn't lie to him, his soul was the key.

The golden Holy Grail appeared in the mirror.

Through the mirror, there is the Holy Grail.

Voldemort used his desire and will to survive to touch with great piety what he pursued in his life.

"It's close, it's close!"

Voldemort's body was gradually dissipating, like burning ashes blown away by the wind.

At the last moment.

He touched the Holy Grail.

Live forever, be immortal, and rule the magical world.

It seems that everything is in sight.

A smile appeared on his face.

However…

"I forgot to tell you that the curse of the opal necklace that killed nineteen Muggles was implanted on it."

John's voice came faintly.

Voldemort's smile froze.

What I thought was hope, turned out to be a stronger curse in the Holy Grail.

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Chapter 504 Voldemort, Death

John fell back and lay on his back.

As Voldemort came into contact with the Holy Grail, the curse of the opal necklace was activated, and the arrogant Dark Lord finally turned into flying ashes.

The body is gone, leaving only the soul.

In front of the Holy Grail, a door that only John could see was opened.

John's palms were hot, which symbolized the completion of the contract.

Voldemort's soul was pierced by the chains, and he wailed in terror.

The piercing scream made Neville almost fall, and the black soul was dragged away by the chains.

No matter how much you resist, it will be useless.

John stood up and sat looking at the man in the black cloak.

"I think our deal is done."

Only John can see each other.

grim Reaper.

He came as promised to take away the soul.

The God of Death looked deeply at John and said, "You are really the boldest person I have ever seen."

"The deal is done and I will keep my promise."

"Remember, those who play with death will not get a good ending."

Binding Voldemort's soul, Death ignored Voldemort's struggle and his body gradually disappeared.

"The power of God?"

John stared at the place where Death disappeared, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

Even Voldemort like that had no power to resist when faced with death.

The rules of the magical world.

The conclusion of the deal means the return of old friends.

The Holy Grail shines brightly.

The soul existing in the Holy Grail is becoming more and more solid at this moment.

John took out a bottle of emerald potion from his small bag, opened it, poured the potion into his mouth, and the lack of magic power in his body gradually recovered.

While waiting for recovery, John suddenly smiled.

Laughed without warning.

And the laughter is getting louder and louder.

He is like crazy.

Tired of laughing, he lay down directly.

Regardless of the dust and mud on the ground, he laughed heartily.

Harry looked at John who looked like he was crazy, and his mood was even more complicated.

Neville came over with his sword in hand.

"We succeeded, right?" Neville no longer had the fearlessness he had shown when he killed Voldemort just now.

He was cautious, as if he was afraid that a beautiful dream would suddenly be shattered.

Looking at John, he looked nervous.

"Of course," John said with a smile on his face as he lay on the ground, looking up at the stars, "of course we succeeded."

Two years.

Two years have passed.

From the initial news of death to their plan to organize the Ministry of Magic and then their failure.

Two years later, John used all his trump cards to finally complete his plan.

At this moment, he could no longer maintain his usual peace and tranquility.

Only now does he give people the vigor of a boy.

In a daze, it reminds people that this is a sixteen-year-old child.

Hearing this, Neville also had a sincere smile on his face.

The body that was tense just now can no longer maintain its relaxation.

As soon as a person relaxes, he loses some of his strength.

What's more, he just used his full strength to kill Voldemort at the end.

So Neville also lay down.

The door of the Star Club was opened again, and this time it was the members of the Star Club who entered.

The maze was almost destroyed in the battle, and a group of people ran in.

See the glowing Holy Grail.

Malfoy said uncertainly: "Where is Voldemort?"

With tears in Jin's eyes, he walked towards the Holy Grail step by step.

In the Holy Grail, the soul gradually solidified.

This scene made him burst into tears.

Percy was stunned, and Fleur covered her mouth to prevent her crying from coming out.

Cedric murmured to himself: "Success, success..."