Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 414: The Bloodstained Tri-Strong Cup
haven't seen you for a long time.
This word is very common, but Dumbledore feels that it has many different meanings.
He looked at Riddle, who was surrounded by many Death Eaters and came to him.
The person was still the same person, the face was still the same face, but even though nothing had changed, Dumbledore clearly felt something was different.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you."
Dumbledore said quietly.
"It's been almost 15 years, right?"
Voldemort looked him in the eyes, his expression not changing at all.
"It's really not easy, you can still recognize me."
"You're still very different from him, it's not surprising to be able to recognize him, is it?"
The conversation between the two was like a guessing game, making it impossible for other people present to understand what was being said.
But everyone held their breath. They all knew that once these two people appeared on the scene, whether there would be a fight or not would have nothing to do with others.
The outcome of a battle depends on these two people at the top. Even if the people below win an unexpected victory, it will not have any impact on the situation on the entire battlefield.
After hearing what Dumbledore said, Voldemort laughed heartily, and everyone felt his mood, relaxed, pleased, excited and happy!
"Yes! That damn thing suppressed me for 15 years! 15 years! Now I am finally back! I should take control of this world again, and no one can stop me anymore, no one!"
His cold eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, and that distorted expression made everyone standing behind Dumbledore feel cold all over.
Even the Death Eaters surrounding Voldemort sensed a different aura from their master.
He was far more crazy, twisted and cruel than before!
Dumbledore looked at him calmly.
"Are you so sure that you can do better than him?"
Voldemort suddenly became quiet.
Everyone could hear the chill emanating from Dumbledore after he said this.
"Do you think I'm not as good as him?"
His voice was obviously very indifferent and cold, but it still made everyone present feel a strong sense of uneasiness.
"From the comparison between you becoming him and before he became him, he might have done better than you..."
"Then let's take a look today!"
Voldemort's suddenly rude voice interrupted Dumbledore's words, and he raised the wand in his hand with a fierce look on his face!
"Who on earth is it! Who did it better!"
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"Are you really going to fight me?"
Voldemort looked at John, who was holding the sword and wand in his hands, with the smile on his face unchanged.
Jon raised his wand.
"You were forced out of your own body, and now that you're possessed by Draco, you certainly can't exert your full strength, right?"
"You are right. I can only mobilize the magic power in this boy's body. It is not very strong, or even weak." Voldemort said lightly, "But have you forgotten what I told you, Jon? The strength of the soul is the real strength. Now I may not dare to face that 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 levitation spell took effect quietly!
"Whether it is possible or not, why don't we give it a try?"
He rose into the air and waved the magic wand in his hand!
The silent transfiguration spell was activated instantly, and the fragments of the surrounding desks and chairs turned into countless thick chains in the next second, wrapping around the direction where Voldemort was standing.
John turned into a black shadow in the air and rushed towards Voldemort with the sword of Gryffindor in his hand!
He was well aware of the gap between himself and Voldemort.
Even if Voldemort was temporarily using Draco's body, John knew that if it was just a battle of magic, he would definitely not be able to defeat Voldemort with the help of the black mist surrounding him .
He must make use of Voldemort's strength, which is definitely inferior to his, and that is physical strength!
John didn't know how Voldemort's body was trained, or whether it had undergone any kind of magical transformation, but Draco, a young man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, certainly would not have a strong physique.
No matter how powerful Voldemort is, he cannot break through the limits of Draco's body.
As for whether killing Draco would violate the agreement between him and Lucius.
If at this point, Jon is still considering such issues, then he might as well not even resist!
John's series of attacks were so quick that within just one second, the chains created by the Transfiguration had already reached a position about three meters away from Voldemort.
But before these chains, each as thick as a baby's arm, could take effect, the black mist surrounding Voldemort was shaken away!
At the moment the chain came into contact with the black mist, the deformation effect was applied, and the chain, which had the same mass as steel, produced a series of violent explosions.
At this time, John had already rushed to Voldemort's face with a sword in hand!
The smile on Voldemort's face had not changed at all, and he didn't even have any intention of hiding. He just raised the wand in his hand, without chanting any spell or swinging his wand, a dazzling green light suddenly flashed!
The moment Jon saw the tip of the magic wand light up, all the hair on his body stood up!
He almost relied on instinct to cancel the levitation spell on his body without hesitation. As his body fell, he narrowly avoided Voldemort's killing curse!
But just as his body fell to the ground and Jon was about to get up immediately.
Voldemort stretched out one of his hands, and the black mist that had already dissipated around him seemed to have become an extension of his arm, and he suddenly rushed towards the wooden door and the room where the Triwizard Cup was hidden!
The trophy that certified the final champion of the Triwizard Tournament was wrapped in the black mist and smashed heavily on John who had just stood up from the ground with an immense force!
"boom!"
The hard trophy hit Jon's chest heavily. The terrifying impact force caused him to roll on the ground for several rounds. Finally, he stopped when he hit the deepest wall of the restricted area.
"puff!"
The scarlet blood sprayed on the trophy. At the same time, as a certificate of the championship, Jon's name also appeared on the surface of the cup !
