Chapter 307: The Best Captain

Chapter 307: The Best Captain

The smell of blood filled the air, overpowering the sweet smell of cream and fruit wine from the feast earlier.

Although the fire in the fireplace was blazing hot, a chill ran through the hearts of the wizards as they looked at the corpse of Rodolphus and Bella, the dead Death Eaters in the centre of the blood pool.

After ordering all the Death Eaters to put back their wands, Voldemort returned to his seat at the centre of the hall.

His face was expressionless, his gaze cold beyond the permafrost on the Arctic ice fields, and he stared at Jon with a piercing gaze. New novel chapters are published on

After Rabastan's death all the information about this boy had been brought back to him, letting him know exactly who it was that had made a scene in Hogwarts castle, ended up saving many of the Mudbloods, and then later destroyed his setup over a decade ago on the sea, directly causing him himself to be badly injured.

And now, this was the first time Voldemort had seen Jon in person.

Jon noticed the look in his eyes too.

Although he hadn't been able to figure out what the situation was until now, it didn't stop him from recognising Voldemort's young, handsome face with a nose.

While this was the first time Voldemort had seen Jon, it was not the first time Jon had seen him in person.

On the opening night at Hogwarts Castle during his infiltration in his second year, Jon had seen Voldemort for the first time as he exited the great hall when Jon had walked out of the underground floor.

And at this moment, meeting Voldemort's cold and grim gaze, as if he could use his eyes to cast the killing curse to take his life, Jon did not avert his eyes in fear, nor did he make any provocation.

He simply locked eyes with him calmly, with silent musings in his mind.

With nothing more than pain, doubts, and curiosity in his brain.

"Very good."

Voldemort's cold compliment echoed through the ballroom.

"That was great, a magnificent entrance, a bloody good show, a fearless champion."

It sounded like he was giving a compliment, but no one could hear even a half-hearted tone of praise in it.

The coldness and resentment in those words, though well concealed, could be picked up by anyone with an eye for detail.

The man who had lived as emperor of Britain for ten years, for the first time in his life, even though he could not suppress his anger, still tried to restrain it!

Throughout the ballroom, most of the wizards were silent, except for the members of the Witching Horizons led by Dumbledore.

They were all afraid that Voldemort might not be able to control his anger and just go on a killing spree here.

But there were a few sober wizards who knew that no matter what, Voldemort won't make a move tonight.

It wasn't because he was afraid of Dumbledore, or that he was afraid of anything.

Rather, he had made a blood pact with Dumbledore before the selection process for this Triwizard Tournament had officially begun.

Ron was feeding the Blood-Replenishing Potion into Jon's mouth by himself, and he had never been so careful, as if he was afraid that if he moved a little too much, the vial would cause Jon harm as well.

No matter how impatient the outside world was to find out who this boy who had killed two of Voldemort's trusted men was, and how he had managed to pull off such a feat, they were not able to approach him.

The students and professors at Hogwarts, on the other hand, had no questions or excitement.

Or rather they were the only ones present who felt bad for Jon's injuries at the moment.

Jon looked over the blood-replenishing potion that he estimated Ron wouldn't be able to finish feeding him in eight lifetimes and just tilted his head and drank it all in one go, then quipped at Ron.

"I'm not so fragile that I need to be fed even this potion bit by bit."

Ron huffed and tried to hammer a fist into his shoulder, but retracted it halfway up.

Jon then reached out with his intact one hand and tousled Gabrielle's hair with a gentle smile.

"Gabrielle was very awesome, if it wasn't for Gabrielle I might be dead by now, I'll buy you another new school bag and a new story book!"

Gabrielle broke into a smile as tears fell and rubbed her head against Jon's hand.

"Jon's the best."

Jon turned his attention to Hermione and winked at the red-eyed, sad-looking girl.

"Look, you're doing it again. Don't beat yourselves up, you're not holding me back, on the contrary, you're the ones who have helped me the most."

Hermione didn't make a sound, she nodded silently, it was unknown what she had in her mind right now.

Finally, Jon and Dumbledore's eyes met.

Jon didn't say anything, he just smiled.

"I haven't ruined Hogwarts' reputation with all these people around, have I, Professor?"

Dumbledore took off his own glasses, his expression as gentle and soft as it could be.

"No matter when or where, Hogwarts would be proud of you, Jon. Even on land, you're the best captain this school has ever had!"

[End of this volume]

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