In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Jon fell to the ground.

After two melees, the library had become a mess. The ground was littered with sawdust and dust. When Jon's lifeless and beating body fell, a cloud of dust arose.

"Plop!"

Voldemort also knelt down with a ferocious expression on his face. Veins popped out on his forehead. He held his head in his hands. His face was so red that it looked like blood could ooze out. His eyes were also filled with bloodshot eyes.

He reached out to grab the thing behind his back that Jon had 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 originally ferocious expression suddenly turned into one of panic and fear, and Draco's soul regained control of this body.

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

"Mother!"

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

This time Voldemort's hand didn't tremble at all. He suddenly grabbed the long needle inserted in his back, and then pulled it out from the back of his heart!

This needle had no physical appearance at all. When Voldemort pulled it out of Draco's body, there were no wounds or blood marks left where the needle went in, and there was no sign of even the clothes being pierced.

However, when you hold it in your hands, you can really feel that this is a real thing.

"Damn old thing!"

Voldemort was cursing, and at the same time he kept banging Draco's brain against the messy ground. The pain that came from the depths of his soul and was ten times more painful than a heartbreaker left him unable to think about other things.

The black mist that originally surrounded Voldemort was churning 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, as if they were uttering the most despicable curses at Voldemort. Each of them 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 tightened, and then like a black cloth spread out on the ground, it re-compressed all the souls who were constantly trying to break through the shackles. into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort's forehead was bleeding. He stopped mutilating himself and stood up from the ground with a pale face. His eyes had never been so hateful as to stare at Jon's body lying on the ground.

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

He stumbled to Jon's side, and the pleasure, hatred and relaxation on his face could no longer be concealed.

"There are so many geniuses in this world, but so what if you have more talent? This is the result of opposing me!"

Voldemort held back the pain that originated from the depths of his soul and let excitement take over his entire mood. He stretched out his hand towards Jon's head.

"Wait, when I become you, I will make the people around you pay the price. Of course, they will still have a good life, but there will always be someone who has to bear my anger and revenge, but unfortunately you have already seen You will never see Jon again.”

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

The surrounding temperature seems to have increased 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 returned his gaze to Jon, as if he suspected that the source of such anomalies was Jon's body itself.

Voldemort no longer wanted to wait any longer. No matter what abnormalities the corpse in front of him had, Jon was dead after all. The wizarding world had ways to make people live forever, potions to cure all diseases, and ways to kill all life. Spells, but no magic to 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. The ring is more of a murder ring with a curse than a treasure that can save people.

So Voldemort had dropped all his guard against Jon's body. He put his hand on Jon's head without hesitation, intending to completely complete his plan and occupy this body.

However, the moment his hand came into contact with Jon's forehead, a golden fire suddenly burned around Jon's body!

The flame seemed to make people unable to feel the temperature at all, but Voldemort's hand that had just touched Jon's body retracted again as if he was electrocuted!

And the moment he retracted 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, seeming to be burning him, and seemed to be surrounding them. king!

All the joy and venting on Voldemort's face disappeared. He was shocked to see the object that had been lifted up from the ground by golden flames, and seemed to be the only existence in the bright library.

"Why! What did you do to yourself!"

He couldn't vent his inner rage, so he could only yell and question it!

And at this second, the flames rushed out of the library and began to spread throughout the castle.

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

Each of them stared blankly as the golden flames spread from the ground and began to surround the castle and rise up, as if the entire Hogwarts Castle was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire!

The professors in the castle looked bad, and Crouch and Snape found Matthew together.

"When you commandeered the castle, you never told us that something like this would happen again, Mr. Graves!"

Matthew looked at that magnificent scene, his eyes just reflected the golden light, and he murmured.

"I said that I will discuss a compensation plan with its subsequent owners for any damage to Hogwarts Castle after this game."

And just when every student and teacher walked out of the tent and saw this strange scene, a melodious song suddenly sounded from all directions!

No one could hear what the voice was singing, and no one could tell where the language that hummed the song came from. Everyone was not even sure whether this was any kind of verbal expression.

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

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

Instead, there was a bird with golden-red feathers!

The golden Nirvana fire spreading around seemed to be his subjects, and the ethereal singing voice seemed to be singing the birth of a sacred life!

Voldemort was surrounded by black mist, preventing the fire of Nirvana from burning his already festering soul. He looked at the phoenix sitting on the sea of ​​fire with unbelievable and thunderous eyes that he had never seen before.

"How did you do it! No one can do this! No wizard has ever turned into a magical animal in history! Why can you do it! Why!"

Jon just used his pale golden eyes to look down at Voldemort who looked more like he was incompetent and furious. Without any words, the Nirvana fire all around him spontaneously increased his offensive against Voldemort.

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

The black mist surrounding Voldemort had been tightened to the extreme by the constant erosion of the golden flames. Voldemort looked at Jon with unyielding resentment, spreading his wings in the sky and preparing to swoop down towards him.

"It's not over yet! Jon Green! Don't think you will win like this. Neither you nor Dumbledore can deal with me, let alone two mes in the 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 in golden flames as if dead.

But the black mist that was trying to escape above the sea of ​​fire was suddenly burned by a ball of flame falling from the ceiling!

Voldemort's painful screams rang out from the black fog!

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

Jon didn't pursue it anymore. He couldn't pursue it at all, because he was still in a semi-encrypted state at this time, and there was no way to fully familiarize himself with 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 infinite darkness, and his soul was about to be absorbed by the magic wand that killed him. Not only was he unable to walk on the path of death, he would also be bound forever.

But at that moment, a golden eye lit up in his mind.

Those eyes were very familiar to Jon, and he could clearly feel that he had seen them somewhere before, 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 being.

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