"What people!"

Voldemort found out too late.

Without hesitation, John's sword slashed at his hand holding the Philosopher's Stone.

One of the arms that flew out didn't have much blood, but quickly dried up.

"Come out!"

Voldemort's only remaining hand waved his wand, and a green glow shot in John's direction.

John dodged a prepared sideways roll after a progressive sprint.

The great sword in his hand swung like a windmill, cutting off Voldemort's other hand.

Drawing his wand, John delivered the final blow.

Aimed at Voldemort's chest, the wand shot out a white glow.

"Reducto"

Voldemort's weak body shattered in an instant, and John sat down.

"Fortunately, his current state is not as good as that of the Forbidden Forest."

John's set is extremely chic, but in fact it is extremely draining on the mind.

Especially when he dodged the green light, he knew that he had made a mistake.

If Voldemort's body had been a little better, if Voldemort hadn't let his guard down because he had won the game, that moment would have been enough to make him go West.

Fortunately, John's training for many days allowed him to escape.

After sitting for a while, John looked at Harry, who was constantly struggling.

Voldemort is dead, but the magic is still there.

He walked over and picked up the Philosopher's Stone.

From Harry's point of view, Voldemort was fighting a ghost, with both arms being severed in just a split second, and then his body exploding.

While he was still in doubt, he saw the Philosopher's Stone float up.

"Is that you, Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry looked wistfully at the Philosopher's Stone, and John was about to speak, when he saw the dead Voldemort condense into a puff of black smoke and conjure up a hideous face and fly towards Harry.

"Stop!"

Without thinking, John threw his weapon at the black smoke to stop it.

But the black smoke was not substantial, the flying sword passed through the black smoke, and the black smoke passed through Harry.

Harry's ears were screaming again, and his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.

The black smoke had cleared when John approached him, and he called Harry's name several times, but there was no response.

"It's not going to hang, is it?"

Looking at Harry in disbelief, John slapped the savior in the face a few times, and seeing that he didn't react, he took out a large batch of potions and prepared to try them on him one by one.

"I think Harry Potter was just over-frightened."

The mellow old voice rang out, and John looked up to see Dumbledore appearing.

He looked like he had just come back from outside.

"John Wick, I think you can lift the illusion spell."

After being reminded, John remembered that he was still invisible.

After lifting, he revealed his figure, scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said, "Professor Dumbledore." ”

With relief in his eyes, Dumbledore said, "It seems that you have chosen the right path and have not been blinded by power. ”

A look of surprise flashed in John's eyes, and sure enough, the old man knew what he had learned from Quirrell.

It seems that all this is under the control of the other party, maybe he didn't leave the school at all, but he did a little too much.

He said respectfully: "It's all taught by the school. ”

In fact, John didn't know that Dumbledore had also rushed back.

It wasn't that long ago that he had learned that someone had entered the Philosopher's Stone, and if John hadn't arrived in time, Voldemort would have succeeded.

Dumbledore picked Harry up, and with a wave of his hand, the fire dispersed.

"Let's take Harry to the school hospital, poor Harry doesn't know if he'll be able to make it in time for the Ravenclaw Quidditch match."

John nodded, and as he was leaving, he blinked, and he seemed to still have the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Glancing at Dumbledore, John hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Professor, what about the Philosopher's Stone?" ”

Dumbledore paused, smiled and said, "I'm glad you're an honest kid, remember our agreement, I don't think my old friend Nicol Lemay would mind his philosopher's stone being used by some young wizard for a while." ”

Nicol Lemay!

John stopped in surprise, looking like a sniffer who had lost money.

...

June 9th.

Three days have passed, and John's mood has not calmed down.

"Mix the dragon's blood with the wet mud and scrape some powder off the horns with a silver rubbing knife......"

The bright red stone was placed on the table, and John was refining the amulet with the dragon's blood and some materials.

Underneath his elaborate carving, a badge of stars surrounding his wand gradually appeared.

John took out a barrel made of snowy owl feathers and silver.

Engraving is made on it, and Runiwen is engraved.

"The last step."

Wiping off his sweat, John soaked the badges in the crucible.

Throwing the Philosopher's Stone in it and stirring for a while, the water in the pot turned red and then black.

Eventually, the water inside the cauldron turned clear, and John took out the badge and the Philosopher's Stone inside.

The badge has a galaxy on it, he wears it on his chest, there are three magic spells on it that can resist three damages, and there are six vacant slots that are vacated to fill the magic later, and the badges can sense each other.

He made a total of nine pieces, and John put the other eight away.

Looking at the crucible, which was larger than the others, John opened a gap in the crucible, and the melted silver in it was almost there.

Then he threw in the dragon's blood and the remaining horns of the unicorn, and John closed them until they were completely melted.

He poured the silver into the mold he had prepared, and the sound of sizzling kept ringing.

After it had cooled completely, John knocked open the mold, and a silver sword appeared inside.

Throw the cooled sword back into the cauldron, throwing the Philosopher's Stone into it at the same time.

John watched nervously at the changes that took place inside the crucible.

"I sold everything I could to make up this Mithril, don't fail."

Under the nervous gaze, the changes in the crucible stopped.

He opened the cauldron expectantly, but the situation inside made his face stiffen.

"Failed."

The sword inside the cauldron turned golden, which was the effect of the philosopher's stone turning stone into gold.

But John didn't want to turn a stone into gold, he wanted to improve the quality of the sword.

A look of disappointment appeared on his face, and John sighed and said, "Even if there is a Philosopher's Stone, it is still too difficult to refine the level of the Sword of Gryffindor. ”

Taking out the golden sword, John thought he could sell it for some money.

Looking at the time, it was already the year-end banquet.

John had no choice but to put his things away, put the philosopher's stone in his pocket, and he walked out of the room where he was answered.

It's been a very busy day.

Inside the auditorium, Harry emerges from the hospital hospital, but is depressed to learn that he has lost the match against Ravenclaw due to his absence.

The green and silver of Slytherin adorns the Great Hall, and they have won the House Cup seven times in a row.

John sat in Slytherin's seat, glanced at Malfoy's aura, and then looked at Gryffindor to see that Slytherin was 160 points lower.

If it weren't for Malfoy, it might have been anyone's guess who would.

Dumbledore spoke on it, and when Slytherin number one was mentioned, Slytherin erupted in thunderous cheers and stampedes, with John contributing a part.

"yes, yes, good job, Slytherin."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, and just when everyone thought he was about to declare victory, his words changed sharply: "However, several recent events must also be taken into account. ”

The Great Hall fell silent, Slytherin felt something was wrong, and Malfoy's smile retracted.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to be assigned, let me see, right......"

"Number one, Mr. Ron Weasley, for his best game of Hogwarts in many years, and I would award Gryffindor House 50 points for that."

"Second, Miss Hermione Granger, who calmly reasoned logically in the face of the flames, I would like to reward Gryffindor House with 50 points."

"Thirdly, Harry Potter, he has shown great courage and courage, for which I would award Gryffindor House 60 points!"

Reversion.

Shocking reversal!

Gryffindor, who had been lagging behind, suddenly tied Slytherin, and the credit of the three little ones made Hogwarts let out a loud cheer.

Dumbledore held up a hand to signal silence, and he smiled, "There are many kinds of courage. ”

"It takes superhuman courage to deal with enemies, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand your ground in front of your friends."

"Therefore, I would like to award Mr. Neville Longbottom 10 points!"

Explosion, complete explosion!

Slytherin shouted at the dark as the other Sorting Houses celebrated as if they were about to bring Hogwarts upside down.

Malfoy had already banged on the table with a goblet to show displeasure, and everyone in Slytherin looked gloomy.

Gryffindor came to first place, and everyone except Slytherin seemed to be happy with the result.

John couldn't help but complain: "Gryffindor, it's really a lot." ”

Just force it up, right?

As if the dust was about to settle, John couldn't help but shake his head pitifully when he saw his dean's stiff smile.

"Quiet, please be quiet."

Dumbledore spoke again, but instead of announcing the result, he looked at John.

"Finally, Mr. John Wick ......"