Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 416: Fire of Nirvana
Jon fell to the ground.
After two melees, the library had become a mess, with wood chips and dust everywhere on the ground. When Jon's lifeless body fell to the ground, it raised a cloud of dust.
“Plop!”
Voldemort also knelt down with a ferocious expression. Veins bulged on his forehead. He held his head with both hands. His face was so red that it seemed like blood was oozing out of it, and his eyes were also filled with bloodshot.
He stretched out his hand to grab the thing behind him that Jon had stabbed into his body before he died, but because his hands and feet seemed to be twitching, he was unable to touch it for a while!
Suddenly, Voldemort's originally ferocious face suddenly turned into panic and fear, and Draco's soul regained control of this body.
He looked around in a daze, and when he saw John's body lying on the ground right in front of him, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Mother!"
But just as he started to cry, the expression on Draco's face froze again, turning into that cold and cruel look again.
This time Voldemort's hand did not tremble at all. He suddenly grabbed the long needle inserted in his back, and then pulled it out from the back!
The needle did not look real at all, and when Voldemort pulled it out of Draco's body, there was no wound or blood left where the needle had penetrated, and there was no sign that even his clothes had been pierced.
However, when you hold it in your hands, you can feel that it is a real thing.
"Damn old thing!"
Voldemort cursed and slammed Draco's head into the messy ground. The pain that came from the depths of his soul was ten times more painful than a heart-wrenching pain, making it impossible for him to think about anything else.
The black fog that originally surrounded Voldemort was churning as if it was boiling, and the faces of Voldemort himself of different ages began to appear in the black fog.
They opened their mouths and let out silent screams, as if they were uttering the most despicable curses at Voldemort. One by one, they wanted to break free from the black fog that was on the verge of collapse, but in the end they were unable to leave.
At a certain moment, the black fog scattered everywhere in the library suddenly shrank, and then like a black cloth spread on the ground, it compressed all the souls that kept trying to break free from their restraints back into Voldemort's body.
Voldemort's forehead was bleeding. He stopped self-harming and stood up from the ground with a pale face, staring at John's body lying on the ground with hatred like never before.
"Jon Green! You died well! You died well!"
He stumbled to Jon's side, the pleasure, disgust and relief on his face no longer concealed.
"There are so many geniuses in this world, but no matter how talented you are, what good does it matter? This is what happens when you go against me!"
Voldemort suppressed the pain from the depths of his soul and let excitement take over his entire mood. He stretched out his hand towards Jon's head.
"Just wait. When I become you, I will make the people around you pay the price. Of course, they will still have a good time, but someone will always have to bear my anger and revenge. But unfortunately, you can no longer see Jon. You can no longer see him..."
Just when his hand was less than a centimeter away from touching John's body, Voldemort suddenly raised his head vigilantly.
The temperature around me seemed to have risen a little.
This temperature change was not obvious, perhaps only two or three degrees, but Voldemort still noticed it.
He squinted his eyes and looked around, then finally turned his gaze back to Jon, as if he suspected that the source of this abnormality was Jon's body itself.
Voldemort didn't want to wait any longer. No matter what abnormalities the corpse in front of him had, John was dead after all. The wizarding world had means to make people immortal, potions to cure all diseases, and spells to kill all life, but there was no magic that could resurrect the dead.
Not even the resurrection stone ring.
As the current owner of the Resurrection Stone Ring, Voldemort knew better than anyone how ridiculous the so-called resurrection was. The ring was more of a cursed killing ring than a treasure that could save people.
So Voldemort had let go of all his guard towards John's body. He placed his hand on John's head without hesitation, intending to completely complete his plan and take over this body.
However, the moment his hand touched Jon's forehead, a golden fire suddenly burned around Jon's body!
It seemed that the temperature of the flame was completely unfeelable, but Voldemort's hand, which had just touched John's body, retracted again as if it had been electrocuted!
And at 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, as if burning him, or as if surrounding their king!
The pleasure and relief on Voldemort's face disappeared completely. He looked in shock at the object that had been lifted up from the ground by the golden flames, as if it was the only existence in the bright library.
"Why! What have you done to yourself!"
He couldn't vent his inner rage and could only question it by roaring!
And at this moment, the flames rushed out of the library and began to spread throughout the castle.
Countless tents had been set up on the field outside the castle, and all the teachers and students who were preparing to spend the night on the Quidditch field saw this scene.
Each of them stared in a daze 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 all looked bad, and Crouch and Snape found Matthew together.
"You didn't tell us when you requisitioned the castle that this could happen again, Mr. Graves!"
Matthew looked at the magnificent scene, his eyes only reflecting the golden light, and he murmured.
"I said that I will discuss compensation plans with its future owner for any damage to Hogwarts Castle after this match."
Just as every student and teacher walked out of the tent and saw this strange scene, a melodious song suddenly rang out from all directions!
No one could hear what voice was singing, no one could tell where the language humming the song came from, and no one was even sure whether it was any form of verbal expression.
But everyone could hear the ethereal, sacred and uncontaminated atmosphere in this song.
In the center of the spreading flames, Jon's body had disappeared.
Instead, there was a bird with golden red feathers!
The golden fire of Nirvana spreading around seemed to be his subjects, and the ethereal singing seemed to be singing the birth of a sacred life!
Voldemort was surrounded by black fog, preventing the fire of nirvana from burning his already rotten soul. He looked at the phoenix sitting on the sea of fire with an unprecedented incredible and furious look .
"How did you do it! No one can do this ! No wizard in history has ever transformed into a magical creature! How could you do it! Why!"
John just looked down with his light golden eyes at Voldemort, who seemed to be in impotent rage. Without saying anything, the Nirvana Fire that was all around him spontaneously intensified its attack on Voldemort.
The flames that filled the castle did not burn anything. It was as if these flames themselves had no temperature, but they were a deadly poison to Voldemort himself!
The black fog surrounding Voldemort had been tightened to the extreme under the continuous erosion of the golden flame. Voldemort looked at John with resentment as he spread his wings in the sky and was about to dive down towards him.
"It's not over yet! Jon Green! Don't think you've won just like this. You and Dumbledore can't handle me alone, not to mention that there are two of me in this world! Just wait, just wait!"
Just as the phoenix's beak was about to hit Draco's head, the last remaining black mist rose up, and Draco fell to the ground, completely covered by the golden flames as if he was dead.
But the black fog that wanted to escape above the sea of fire was suddenly burned by a ball of fire falling from the ceiling!
Voldemort's painful howls rang out in the black fog!
Then the black fog dissipated, and most of it was swallowed up by the golden flames, but a few black shadows still squeezed out of the gaps and escaped from the sea of fire.
Jon did not chase after it. He simply could not because he was also in a half-confused state at this moment. He had no way of fully familiarizing himself with and controlling the power of the Phoenix itself.
The moment he was hit by the Killing Curse, he was sure that he was dead.
His consciousness fell into endless darkness, and his soul was about to be sucked into the magic wand that killed him. Not only would he have no way to walk 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 that pair of eyes. He clearly felt like he had seen them somewhere before. It wasn't just an encounter by chance, but he saw them 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 cleansing everything around him.
After it was unknown whether Voldemort's soul had been purified or driven away, John flew from mid-air to the ground and turned back into a human.
Then, he looked at his hands, which were obviously countless times smaller and more tender than before, and fell into deep thought.
