Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 417 Another Phoenix
The battle at the French Ministry of Magic has come to an end.
In the end, Voldemort and Dumbledore were probably evenly matched, but it was only a superficial draw.
Both parties involved could sense that if the situation dragged on, Voldemort would be the loser in the end.
So the final result seems to be a draw, but in fact the people who remain in the French Ministry of Magic are wizards on the wizarding horizon.
Behind Dumbledore, Iniesta and the others also noticed this, of course. After Voldemort and his men left in embarrassment, everyone cheered loudly!
But Dumbledore himself did not show much joy on his face, instead he frowned.
Since the Voldemort he met here obviously did not have a fused Horcrux, where was the other Voldemort with a fused Horcrux?
"You stay here and wait for news from Britain. I will go back to Hogwarts to take a look. Do not cross this line before Jon confirms that victory has been achieved."
After explaining everything, Dumbledore was engulfed by the light from Fawkes and disappeared in the French Ministry of Magic.
When he returned to Hogwarts School, the golden flames that enveloped the castle had disappeared.
However, all the students and teachers who saw this scene did not immediately return to the tent to rest, but stayed outside the castle.
With such a big commotion just now, everyone could guess that something unusual must have happened in the castle. Many people had a premonition that it would soon be clear who would be the champion when he walked out of the castle with the trophy.
At this time, Dumbledore also returned to Rosier's side. He listened to Rosier telling him what had just happened in the castle, and then looked at the castle with deep eyes as if he saw through something.
Fawkes stood on Dumbledore's shoulder and looked at Hogwarts Castle, his light golden eyes tilted as if he already knew everything in advance.
Just when everyone was staring at the castle, the castle gate was suddenly opened from the inside.
Outside the castle, everyone fell silent instantly.
At first, such silence only existed among the students standing in the front, closest to the castle gate. But as if silence was contagious, when the people behind noticed that the people in front began to hold their breath and look towards the castle, they could not help but become quiet, staring at the castle gate that had been opened.
Everyone was guessing in their hearts who the person walking out of the castle was. Of course, all the students in the castle hoped that the final winner would be Emil or Draco, but if such a thing really happened, they felt it was a little unrealistic.
But when that figure appeared at the gate, everyone's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief and confusion.
A boy who looked no more than six years old walked out of the castle. He had golden hair that was blown by the night wind, and a pair of extremely rare light golden eyes on his childish face. If he walked normally on the street, he would definitely be the type that would attract men, women, old and young.
But such a calm and indifferent expression was not something a normal six-year-old child could display.
And everyone saw what he was holding in his two hands. They were the two contestants representing Hogwarts Castle, Draco Malfoy and Emile Lestrange!
Although Draco's face was pale, he was still breathing weakly, but Emil's face was dead gray.
He died, and John suppressed the evil thoughts stimulated by the dark magic in his heart and did not kill him to eliminate the root of the problem, but later Voldemort helped him.
The black fog that filled the entire library could not distinguish between friend and foe. Emil, who was originally lying on the ground under a coma spell, was killed. John couldn't help but sigh when he found him dead.
The Lestrange family was considered to be loyal to Voldemort, but now the last seed was killed by Voldemort himself. How ironic.
Even though his body had undergone strange changes, John's physical fitness seemed to have not changed. He easily dragged up the two heavy bodies of Emil and Draco, and at the same time used a levitation spell to control the Triwizard Cup and walked out of the castle.
Everyone outside the castle was looking at him, whether they were students in Hogwarts Castle or students in the carriage, they all looked at him in shock.
Even though it was so quiet outside that the only sound was the whistling of the wind, Jon could read the question from their eyes.
'Who the hell are you?'
"Ahem, I'm Jon Green."
Jon looked at Matthew, who was also standing there in a daze, and introduced himself in a slightly awkward voice that had obviously become childish.
Matthew reacted after hearing his voice. He looked Jon up and down as if he had seen a ghost, and then looked at the Triwizard Cup floating in the air.
A special magic is cast on the cup. The first person to touch it will leave his name and become the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.
And at this moment, Jon's name was clearly marked on the cup!
But although the person in front of him did have many similarities with Jon, everyone saw this morning that the person who walked in was a 14 or 15-year-old boy named Jon, not a young boy like the current one who looked like he might not even be old enough to go to school!
Well, now Jon defeated Voldemort and won the championship, but in the end he was actually troubled by how to prove that he was himself.
At this moment, Dumbledore had already walked up the steps of the castle with a smile on his face.
"You met him?"
"He even killed me once."
Jon threw Draco and Emil to the ground, frowning as he looked at his unnaturally tender and white hands.
"But I may not have kept him, Professor. What Mr. Slytherin gave us worked, but he doesn't look like he was killed as expected."
"Why didn't you call Fox over right away?"
The expression on Dumbledore's face turned serious when he heard Jon say that he had died once.
Jon raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"This Voldemort is very different. He immediately found the feather from me and destroyed it. But fortunately, we have one more phoenix from today, don't you think, Fawkes?"
Fox jumped onto his shoulders and nuzzled his face.
Matthew, who was standing aside, seemed to have heard something extraordinary. He had cold sweat on his back without knowing when.
