Volume 9: The reins handed over Chapter 542 Showdown!
Jon actually didn't know whether he was ready or not.
Maybe he could perfect the magic a little bit more, maybe he could go deeper into the arrangements in the Ministry of Magic , and maybe he could think of some other solutions.
But John also knew that Voldemort would not give him so much time.
Just like Grindelwald said, not everyone in this world can wait until they are fully prepared to start doing their work.
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 loser old guy come out to take the blame."
Voldemort's voice was calm, and his tone did not hide the surprise he felt after seeing John.
Jon took a deep breath. He still held the old wand in his hand, but now this wand was no longer limited to being a spellcasting tool.
"It's nothing. You've always wanted to see this situation. I 'm standing right in front of you."
Voldemort laughed. That smile was casual, but one could feel the coldness in it!
"So what have you been doing these days? Where are the things you stole from me?"
John did not answer his question. There were some things he did not want to say because he knew very well that Voldemort himself was not sure what John had done with the time turner.
The more he talks now, the more mistakes he might make.
Instead of wasting time, let’s just get started!
John waved his wand without chanting any spell, and a golden-red flame rose in the sky, illuminating the sky that was originally covered by the black fog behind Voldemort!
The moment John appeared and confronted Voldemort, Lupin and his team had already suspended the evacuation of personnel.
Although they knew that they could not help at all in such a battle, they were unwilling to leave Jon alone to face Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
In the sky, John had already initiated the attack, and on the ground, the Death Eaters and the Witch Front were also on the verge of a war.
They were all still paying attention to the situation in the sky. Everyone knew that the war that had been started in the 1970s would have its final outcome today!
Those golden-red nirvana flames unique to the Phoenix have a killing power that is no less than that of the fierce fire in directly affecting the soul, and are easier to control in John's hands.
But Voldemort seemed not to care about this little trick at all. He just shook his black robe lightly, and the black mist enveloped the entire sky again, suppressing the flames along with it!
It was these flames that originally dealt with Voldemort's soul that wanted to occupy John's body in Hogwarts Castle, but now it seemed as if it had no effect on him and allowed him to be controlled at will.
"The same trick won't work the second time."
Voldemort opened his arms, and the hem of his black robe whistled in the wind beneath him!
The rich black color set off him, making him look like the ruler of this world!
"Jon Green, don't think I can't guess! The only people who can go against me are those who are like me! There is no difference between us! Your soul is not even a native of this world! Am I right?"
Jon did not show much shock that he had guessed his origins so recklessly.
Just as Voldemort said, John was investigating his origins, and if Voldemort had not guessed some of John's secrets until now, he would not have achieved what he has today.
"Don't compare me to you."
Jon just said in a cold voice, with countless invisible blades surrounding him.
"Although I have never thought that I am that good, it would be too insulting to put me together with you."
“Buzz!”
The moment Jon finished speaking, countless sharp blades cut through the air!
The entire sky shrouded in darkness seemed to be emitting a miserable wail!
Then a huge cut was made in the black mist, and almost at the moment the cut appeared, Voldemort stretched out his left hand that was not holding the wand.
He didn't make many unnecessary movements, just flicked his fingers, and the black mist that had been cut and dispersed gathered together again, and at the same time a sound like metal collision was heard.
"Even if Severus's tricks have been improved by you, they are still just tricks after all."
From beginning to end, he acted nonchalant, as if he didn't care about all of Jon's methods.
But he really didn't need to take it to heart. After 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, John took advantage of his weakness and discomfort after his resurrection and killed him again.
Of course, there will never be such an opportunity again, and Voldemort will never give them such an opportunity again.
Hearing Voldemort's sarcasm, John acted very calm, as if he didn't care at all that his attacks didn't work.
“I’ve actually always wanted to know one thing.”
This was the first time that Jon took the initiative to approach Voldemort and asked him a question.
The black fog enveloped Voldemort, making him look even more mysterious and dark.
"Tell me about it."
"You merged the two souls in order to have a stronger will to cast spells, right?"
Voldemort chuckled.
"A wizard's spellcasting is either based on magic power or soul. Otherwise, what ?"
"But the soul does not represent the whole of the will."
John looked at Voldemort, the dark wizard who was high above and like a god.
"If you are only strong in spirit but lack emotions, how will that help you with magic?"
Hearing what John said, Voldemort suddenly showed an expression of disgust on his face.
"You're not going to tell me about love like Dumbledore , are you?"
Jon shook his head.
"The professor is actually saying that love is the most powerful emotion in spellcasting. That's true, but in the end, just like people, there . But no matter what kind of spell it is, there must be emotions involved. What about you? What kind of emotions do you mix in when you cast a spell?"
"Is it just the desire 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 emotion is not desire? Love or hate, aren't they desires themselves?"
