Chapter 543: Duel!

Chapter 543: Duel!

Jon wasn't actually sure if he was ready or not.

Perhaps he could have perfected his magic a little more, perhaps he could have continued to go a little deeper regarding the arrangements in the Ministry of Magic, and then perhaps he could have thought of something else to bring out.

But Jon also knew that Voldemort wouldn't leave him that much time.

As Grindelwald had said, nothing in this world could be held back until it was perfectly prepared.

And Jon knew full well that now was the time for him to face this problem.

"I expected you to continue to hide and let that loser old man step out again."

Voldemort's voice was calm, and his tone did not hide the surprise he felt after seeing Jon alone.

Jon took a deep breath, he still held the Elder wand in his hand, except that nowadays it was not just limited to the role of a spell-casting tool.

"There's nothing to be surprised about this, didn't you always expect to see this situation in front of you as it is today, with me standing right here in front of you."

Voldemort smiled, it was a casual smile, yet one could feel the gloom in it!

"So what have you been doing all these days? What happened to the things you stole from me?"

Jon, however, didn't answer this question of his, there were some things he didn't want to say more than he had to because he knew very well that Voldemort himself wasn't actually sure what Jon had actually done with that time-turner.

The more he said now, the more wrong it might get.

Rather than waste more time talking, he should just get it over with!

Jon waved his wand, and without reciting a spell, a golden-red flame rose in the sky, illuminating the sky that had been shrouded by the black mist behind Voldemort!

The moment Jon appeared to engage in a confrontation with Voldemort, Lupin and the others had already held off on retreating their personnel.

Although they knew that they could not help much at all in such a battle, they were also unwilling to just leave Jon alone and let him face Voldemort and those Death Eaters.

In the sky, Jon had already taken the initiative to launch an attack, and on the ground, the Death Eaters and Witching Horizon were also clashing with each other.

They were all watching the situation in the sky, and everyone knew clearly that this war, which had been started in the seventies, was going to be decided on the final outcome today!

Those golden-red Nirvana flames that belonged to the Phoenix alone had a killing power that was not inferior to that of the Fiendfyre, as it directly acted on the soul, and it was much easier for Jon to control it in his hands.

But Voldemort as if he didn't care about this little means in his eyes, just gently shook the black robe on his body, and that burst of black mist rewrapped the whole sky, and even attached to these flames along with it, all of them were suppressed!

"I've actually been trying to understand something."

This was the first time that Jon had taken the initiative to come to Voldemort with a question.

Black mist loomed around Voldemort, setting him off in an increasingly mysterious and shadowy manner.

"Tell me."

"You fused two souls to have a stronger 'will' to cast spells, right?"

Voldemort laughed softly.

"A wizard's spell casting is either in magic or in the soul, otherwise what do you think I was doing it for?"

"But the soul does not represent the totality of the 'will'."

Jon looked at Voldemort, at the dark wizard who towered over him like a god.

"How does it help magic if it's just a strong soul, but emotionally lacking?"

Hearing Jon's words, a look of disgust suddenly appeared on Voldemort's face.

"You're not going to talk to me about love like Dumbledore, are you?"

Jon shook his head.

"The Professor was actually saying that the emotion of love is the most powerful in spell casting, and that's actually true, but in the end, just like people, there's essentially no up or down or high or low for any emotion. But no matter what kind of spell, there always has to be an emotion in it, right? What kind of emotions are you mixing in when you cast your spells?"

"Is it only the desire for power?"

Hearing Jon's last comment, Voldemort narrowed his smile.

"You think it's unnatural to cast spells with desire? Then tell me, what kind of emotions are not desires? Isn't love or hate a desire itself?"

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