In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 418. 416. The Fire of Nirvana
Jon fell to the ground.

After two scuffles, the library has become a mess, with sawdust and dust everywhere on the ground. When Jon's lifeless body fell, a cloud of dust was stirred up.

"Pfft!"

Voldemort also knelt down with a ferocious face. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he held his head with his hands. His face was so red that he could ooze blood, and his eyes were also bloodshot.

He stretched out his hand to grab the thing that Jon stabbed into his body before he died, but because his hands and feet seemed to be twitching, he couldn't touch it for a while!

Suddenly, Voldemort's hideous face suddenly turned into panic and fear, and Draco's soul regained control over the body.

He looked around in a daze, and finally couldn't help crying after seeing Jon's body lying on the ground right in front of him.

"mom!"

But just as he was crying, the expression on Draco's face froze again, turning into that cold and stern look again.

This time Voldemort's hand didn't tremble at all, he suddenly grabbed the long needle stuck in his back, and then pulled it out from the back of his heart!
The needle had no physical appearance. When Voldemort pulled it out of Draco's body, there was no wound or blood mark where the needle went in, and there was not even a sign that the clothes had been pierced.

However, when it is held in the hands, it can make people feel that it is a real thing.

"Damn old thing!"

Voldemort cursed, and at the same time, he kept smashing Draco's brain to the messy ground. The pain that originated from the depths of his soul and was ten times more painful than Cruciatus made him unable to think about other things at all.
The black mist that originally surrounded Voldemort was also boiling as if it had been boiled, and Voldemort's own faces of different ages began to appear in the black mist.

They opened their mouths and let out silent screams, and they seemed to be uttering the most despicable curses at Voldemort. One by one, they tried to break free from the black mist that was on the verge of collapsing, but in the end they still couldn't leave.

At a certain moment, the black mist scattered everywhere in the library suddenly shrank, and then like a black cloth spread on the ground, it compressed all the souls who were constantly trying to break through the shackles into it. into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort's forehead was bleeding, he stopped his self-harm, stood up from the ground pale, and stared at Jon's body lying on the ground with such hatred.

"Jon Green! Well done to you! Well done to die!"

He stumbled to Jon's side, and the joy, hatred and relaxation on his face were no longer concealed.

"There are so many geniuses in this world, but so what if you are talented? This is what happens when you fight against me!"

Voldemort held back the pain from the depths of his soul, let the excitement take over his entire mood, and he stretched out his hand to Jon's head.

"Wait, when I become you, I will make the people around you pay the price. Of course, they still have a good life, but there will always be someone who will bear my anger and revenge, but unfortunately you have seen You can't see Jon anymore"

Just when his hand was less than a centimeter away from touching Jon's body, Voldemort suddenly raised his head vigilantly.

The surrounding temperature seems to have risen a bit.

This temperature change was not obvious, maybe only two or three degrees, but it still made Voldemort notice it.

He squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally turned his gaze back to Jon, as if suspecting that the source of such anomalies was Jon's body itself.

Voldemort didn't want to wait any longer. No matter what was wrong with the corpse in front of him, Jon was dead after all. The wizarding world has the means to make people live longer, the potion to cure all diseases, and the way to kill all life. Spells, but there is no magic that can bring the dead back to life.

Not even the resurrection stone ring.

As the current owner of the resurrection stone ring, Voldemort knows better than anyone how ridiculous the so-called resurrection is. Compared with the treasure that can save people, the ring is more inclined to be a murder ring with a curse.

So Voldemort had let go of all his guard against Jon's body, and he put his hand on Jon's head without hesitation, intending to complete his plan and occupy this body.

However, at the moment his hand touched Jon's forehead, a golden fire suddenly burned around Jon's body!
The flame seemed to make people feel no warmth at all, but Voldemort's hand that had just touched Jon's body retracted again as if it had been electrocuted!

And the moment he withdrew his hand, the golden flame began to spread around like a tide!

Soon, the entire library was occupied by the fire, and Voldemort was isolated from Jon's body. The flames surrounded Jon, as if they were burning him, or surrounded them. king!

The joy and vent on Voldemort's face disappeared, and he watched in shock that it had been lifted from the ground by golden flames, and it seemed to be the only existence in the bright library.

"Why! What did you do to yourself!"

He couldn't vent his inner rage, he could only question it by roaring!
And at this second, the flames rushed out of the library and began to spread throughout the entire castle.

On the field outside the castle, countless tents had already been set up, and all the teachers and students who were going to spend the night on the Quidditch field saw this scene.

Each of them watched in a daze as the golden flames spreading from the ground began to rise around the castle, as if the entire Hogwarts castle was engulfed in flames!
The professors in the castle looked very bad, and Crouch and Snape found Matthew together.

"You didn't tell us when the castle was requisitioned that something like this could happen again, Mr. Graves!"

Matthew looked at the magnificent scene, his eyes only reflected the golden light, he murmured.

"As I said, I will discuss the compensation plan with its subsequent owner for any loss of Hogwarts Castle after this match."

And just when every student and teacher walked out of the tent and saw this strange scene, a melodious singing suddenly sounded from all directions!
No one could hear what the voice was singing, or where the language that hummed the song came from, and no one was even sure if it was any kind of speech.

But everyone can hear the ethereal, sacred and undefiled breath from this song.

In the center where the flames spread, Jon's body had disappeared.

In its place was a bird with golden and red feathers!
The golden fire of Nirvana spreading around seemed to be his subordinates, and the ethereal singing seemed to be singing the birth of a sacred life!

There was a black mist around Voldemort, which prevented the flames of Nirvana from burning his already festering soul. He looked at the phoenix sitting on top of the sea of ​​flames with unbelievable, furious eyes that he had never seen before.

"How did you do it! No one could do it! Never before in history has a wizard turned into a magical animal! How could you have done it! Why!"

Jon just looked down at Voldemort, who seemed to be powerless and furious, with those pale golden eyes. Without saying a word, the fire of Nirvana spreading around him spontaneously increased his offensive against Voldemort.

The flames that filled the castle did not burn anything. These flames seemed to have no temperature, but they were a deadly poison to Voldemort himself!

Under the continuous erosion of the golden flames, the black mist surrounding Voldemort has been locked to the extreme. Voldemort looked at Jon who spread his wings in the sky and was about to swoop down on him unwillingly.

"It's not over yet! Jon Green! Don't think that you have won if you do this. You and Dumbledore can't deal with one me, let alone there are two me in this world! Just wait, wait!"

Just when the sharp beak of the phoenix was about to hit Draco's head, the last remaining black mist rose up, and Draco fell to the ground, completely covered by golden flames as if dead.

But above the sea of ​​flames, the black mist that wanted to escape was suddenly burned by a ball of flames falling from the ceiling!

Voldemort's painful scream sounded in the black mist!

Then the black mist disintegrated, and most of it was engulfed by the golden flames, but there were still a few black shadows squeezed out of the gap and escaped from the sea of ​​flames.

Jon didn't chase after it anymore, he couldn't chase it at all, because he was also in a half-covered state at this time, and there was no way to fully understand and control the power of the phoenix itself.

The moment he was hit by the Killing Curse, he was already sure that he was dead.

His consciousness fell into endless darkness, and his soul was about to be absorbed by the magic wand that killed him. Not only could he not walk on the path of death, but he would also be bound forever.

But at that moment, a pair of golden eyes lit up in his mind.

Jon was very familiar with those eyes, and he could clearly feel that he had seen them somewhere, not by chance, but often.

But before he could think carefully about who these eyes belonged to, countless flames ignited from the depths of his soul!

The fire spread out from his body, not only giving his soul a new life, but also washing everything around him.

After not knowing whether Voldemort's soul had been purified or driven away, Jon flew from mid-air to the ground and turned back into a human form.

Then, he looked at his hands, which were countless times smaller and immature than before, and fell into thought.

(End of this chapter)