In this Hogwarts without a savior

haven't seen you for a long time.

This word is very common, but it makes Dumbledore feel many different meanings.

He looked at the Riddle who was approaching him amidst the crowd of Death Eaters.

The person is still the same person, and the face is still the same, but Dumbledore obviously feels different when nothing has changed.

"It's been a long time since I saw you."

Dumbledore said softly.

"Probably, it's been almost 15 years?"

Voldemort looked into his eyes, the expression on his face unchanged.

"It's really not easy, you can still recognize me."

"You're still very different from him, and it's no surprise to recognize it, is it?"

The conversation between the two was like guessing riddles, so that other people present could not understand what was being said.

But everyone held their breath. They all knew that when these two people appeared on the scene, whether there would be a fight or not, it had nothing to do with others.

The outcome depends on the two people at the top. No matter how unexpected the victories are won by the people below, there is no way to affect the situation of the entire battlefield in the slightest.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Voldemort laughed happily, and everyone felt his mood, relaxed, joyful, excited, happy!
"Yeah! That damn thing suppressed me for 15 years! 15 years! Now I'm finally back! It's time for me to regain control of this world, no one can stop me, no one!"

His cold eyes fixed on Dumbledore, and the distorted expression made everyone standing behind Dumbledore feel cold all over.

Even the Death Eaters who surrounded Voldemort felt something different from their master.

That was far crazier, twisted and cruel than before!

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"Are you so sure that you can do better than him?"

Voldemort fell silent suddenly.

No matter who heard it, after Dumbledore said this, the chill emanating from him.

"Do you think I'm not as good as him?"

Obviously his voice was calm and cold, but it still made everyone present feel a sense of uneasiness.

"Judging from the comparison between after you became him and before him, he may have done better than you."

"Then let us take a look today!"

Voldemort's suddenly rough voice interrupted Dumbledore's unfinished words, and he raised the wand in his hand fiercely!

"Who the hell! Do better!"

"Are you really going to fight me?"

Voldemort looked at Jon who held the sword and wand in his hands, the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Jon raised his wand in his hand.

"You were forced to come out of your own body, and now you are possessed by Draco, you must not be able to exert your full strength, right?"

"You're right, I can only mobilize the magical power in this boy's body, it's not very strong, it can even be said to be weak." Voldemort said lightly, "But have you forgotten what I told you, Jon , the power of the soul is the real power, and now I may not dare to face that bad old man Dumbledore, but are you really as strong as Dumbledore?"

Jon pressed the ring in front of him with the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the next moment, the floating spell took effect quietly!

"Whether it is possible or not, let's try it!"

His whole body rose into the air, and at the same time he waved the magic wand in his hand!
The silent transfiguration was activated instantly, and the fragments of the surrounding desks and chairs turned into countless thick chains in the next second, winding towards the direction where Voldemort was standing.

And Jon turned into a black shadow in the air, holding the Gryffindor sword in his hand and rushing towards Voldemort!
He was well aware of the gap between himself and Voldemort.

Even if Voldemort is temporarily borrowing Draco's body now, just relying on the black mist surrounding him, Jon knows that if it's just a magic competition, he will definitely not be able to defeat Voldemort.

He had to make use of Voldemort's strengths, which were definitely not as good as his now, and that was physical strength!
Jon doesn't know how well Voldemort's body has been trained, and whether he has undergone any kind of magical transformation, but Draco, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, certainly doesn't have such a strong physical fitness.

And no matter how powerful Voldemort is, it is impossible for him to break through the upper limit brought by Draco's body.

As for whether killing Draco would violate the agreement between him and Lucius.

If at this time, Jon is still thinking about such a problem, then he might as well not even resist!

Jon's series of attacks were very quick, and in just a second, the chains produced by the Transfiguration had already touched a position about three meters away from Voldemort.

But before waiting for these chains, each of which was as thick as a baby's arm, to take effect, the black mist that had been surrounding Voldemort was dispersed!
The moment the chains came into contact with the black mist, the deformation effect was applied, and the chains with the same quality as steel produced a series of violent cracking sounds.

And at this time, Jon had already rushed to Voldemort's face with his sword in his hand!

The smile on Voldemort's face hasn't changed a bit, and he didn't even intend to hide. He just raised the wand in his hand, without chanting or swinging the wand, a dazzling green light suddenly flashed!
The moment Jon saw the tip of the wand light up, the hairs all over his body stood on end!
Almost relying on an instinctive reaction, he canceled the Levitation Curse on his body without hesitation, and at the same time as his body fell, he twisted away Voldemort's Death Curse dangerously and dangerously!
But just as his body fell to the ground, Jon was about to get up from the ground immediately.

Voldemort stretched out his hand, and the dissipated black mist around him seemed to be an extension of his arm, and rushed towards the room with the Triwizard Cup hidden in the wooden door!

As the trophy certified as the final champion of this Triwizard Tournament, it was wrapped in black mist like this, and smashed hard on Jon who had just stood up from the ground with an incomparably huge force!

"boom!"

Just like that, the hard trophy hit Jon's chest heavily. The terrifying impact caused him to roll over and over on the ground for several times, until he finally hit the wall in the deepest part of the restricted area. down.

"puff!"

Scarlet blood was sprayed on the trophy like this, and at the same time, Jon's name was also displayed on the surface of the cup as a proof of the championship!

Sure enough, it's a little bit of pressure again, a bad habit, a bad habit that can't be changed!