In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 544 542. Showdown!

Jon actually didn't know if he was ready or not.

Maybe he can improve the magic a bit, maybe he can go deeper into the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic, and maybe he can think of other ways to come out.

But Jon also knew that Voldemort would not leave him so much time.

As Grindelwald said, not everyone in this world can start doing things until they are fully prepared.

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

"I thought you would continue to hide and let that failed old guy come out and head over."

Voldemort's voice was very calm, and his tone did not hide his surprise after seeing Jon.

Jon took a deep breath. He still held the Elder Wand in his hand, but now this wand was not limited to a spell-casting tool.

"There's nothing you can't stand. Don't you always want to see today's situation? I'm standing in front of you."

Voldemort laughed, that smile was very casual, but it could make people feel the coldness in it!

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

Jon didn't answer his question, and he didn't want to say more, because he knew very well that Voldemort himself was not sure what Jon did with that time-turner.

The more he said now, the more mistakes he might make.

Instead of wasting more time, let's start right away!
Jon waved his wand, without chanting a spell, a golden-red flame rose in the sky, illuminating the sky that had been shrouded in the black mist behind Voldemort!

The moment Jon appeared to confront Voldemort, Lupine and the others had already suspended the evacuation of personnel.

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

In the sky, Jon has already launched an attack on his own initiative, and on the ground, the Death Eaters and Wu Pingxian are also at war.

They are still paying attention to the situation in the sky, and everyone knows that this war that has been waged since the 70s is about to decide the final result today!

Those golden and red nirvana flames that belonged exclusively to the phoenix had the same lethality directly acting on the soul as Fiendfire, and were easier to control in Jon's hands.

But Voldemort didn't seem to care about this little trick in his eyes at all, he just shook the black robe on his body lightly, and the black mist wrapped the entire sky again, and it was suppressed even with these flames. go down!

Originally, it was these flames that dealt with Voldemort's soul who wanted to occupy Jon's body in Hogwarts Castle, but now it seems that they have no effect on him at all.

"The same trick is useless the second time."

Voldemort opened his arms, and the hem of his black robe was whistling under the wind!
The rich black sets him off, like the master of this world!
"Jon Green, don't think I can't guess! The only people who can be against me are people like me! There is no difference between us! Your soul is not an aborigine in this world at all! I am right wrong?"

Jon didn't show much shock at how he guessed his origin without any scruples.

Just like what Voldemort said, Jon was investigating his origins, and if Voldemort hadn't guessed some of Jon's secrets until now, then he wouldn't have achieved what he is today.

"Don't compare me to you."

Jon just said coldly, with countless invisible sharp blades surrounding his body.

"Although I have never felt that I am that good, if you put me together, it would be too insulting."

"Buzz!"

The moment Jon's voice fell, countless sharp blades cut through the air!
The entire sky shrouded in darkness seemed to let out a miserable cry!
Then a huge slash was cut through the black mist, and almost at the moment when the slash appeared, Voldemort stretched out his left hand that was not holding the wand.

He didn't make many unnecessary moves, he just flicked his fingers, and the black mist that had been chopped away gathered again, and at the same time, a sound like a metal collision sounded.

"Even if Severus's small tricks are improved by you, they are still just small tricks after all."

From the beginning to the end, he acted lightly, as if he didn't care about all of Jon's tricks.

But he really didn't need to take it to heart. After completing the complete fusion of the two souls, no one in this world could be his opponent.

Only after Dumbledore used the power of death to kill him once, Jon took advantage of his weakness and discomfort after being resurrected to kill him once.

Of course, there will never be such an opportunity now, and it is impossible for Voldemort to give them such an opportunity again.

Hearing Voldemort's sarcasm, Jon acted very calmly, as if he didn't care at all that his attack was ineffective.

"There's one thing I've always wanted to know."

This was the first time that Jon came to Voldemort to ask a question.

The black mist enveloped Voldemort, making him more mysterious and gloomy.

"tell me the story."

"Your purpose for fusing two souls is to have a stronger will to cast spells, right?"

Voldemort chuckled.

"A mage's spellcasting is either based on magic power or on the soul. Otherwise, what do you think I am for?"

"But the soul does not represent the whole of the will."

Jon looked at Voldemort, at the tall, god-like dark wizard.

"If it's just spiritually strong but emotionally weak, what does it do for magic?"

Hearing Jon's words, Voldemort suddenly showed disgust on his face.

"You don't want to talk to me about love like Dumbledore, do you?"

Jon shook his head.

"The professor is actually saying that the emotion of love is the most powerful in casting spells. This is actually true, but in the final analysis, just like people, there is no distinction between high and low in any emotion. But no matter what For a spell, you have to have emotions, how about you? What kind of emotions do you have when you cast spells?"

"Is there only lust for power?"

Hearing Jon's last words, Voldemort smiled.

"Do you think it's abnormal to use desire to cast spells? Then tell me, what kind of emotions are not desires? Love or hate, aren't they both desires themselves?"

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