After the silver line left the palm of his hand, it was retracted in one direction, and John grasped it steadily, the line did not move in the palm of his hand, and there was a faint force dragging it.

"It's guiding me."

John groaned for a moment and left Belby Manor, using Apparition.

At the moment of the phantom shifting, John felt the strength of the lines in his hands increase.

He did something incredibly dangerous.

Instead of using the apparition, he let the line drag him away.

The sensation was wonderful, and John's body was constantly squeezing and elongating.

Gradually, he was tucked into the lines.

The body is shuttling at high speed, and at the same time, it is also suffering from the pain of this acceleration.

The explosion fell, and John's body fell to the ground with a silver glow.

The silver lines in his hand were gradually dissipating, and he looked around.

"I'm sure I've entered a country illegally."

The wild and savage surroundings told John that he was not anywhere in his country.

The primeval forest, surrounded by a reminder of the remoteness of this place.

The first time John used the apparition to teleport over a long distance, a huge feeling of nausea enveloped him, and his mouth opened and retched a few times.

"This scene is very similar to the place you see."

After some time, John recovered.

He stared at the three-pronged tree, which had also appeared in his previous view.

The figure hid on it and left.

Cautiously approaching the tree, the blackness in John's pupils spread.

In his eyes, there were chaotic-colored elemental fluctuations on this tree, and there were only a few.

"This is ancient magic?"

After making sure there was no danger, John reached out and touched the objects.

After he touched it, the chaotic-colored particles suddenly turned into snakes and bit into the palm of his hand.

John retracted suddenly, and the dark wound on the palm of his hand was not visible at all.

"Very aggressive."

After trying for a moment, a drop of water rose from John's fingertips, enveloping the chaotic-colored particles.

"Only fairy magic, which is also ancient magic, can be controlled."

Three water droplets wrap around three particles in a circular motion on the hand.

John grabbed one of them and whispered, "PoineMe."

He just tried it, but he didn't expect the water droplet to point in a direction in the palm of his hand.

John walked in that direction, and the bushes around him grew.

From time to time, strange and magical creatures leave from the side or from the trees.

"If Hagrid was here, I'd be happy."

Kicked a red hat that wanted to sneak up on his knee, and after walking for a while, the water droplet in his hand exploded.

"The magic is exhausted."

Picking up the other one, John continued his old routine.

After the last droplet exploded, John walked for nearly an hour.

Finally, I saw the exit, which was a wooden house.

Noticing that there was no light in the cabin, John thought for a few seconds and cast a spell on himself.

Approaching the cabin, he heard a voice inside.

It was like a python hissing and spitting out a letter, and the sucking sound was accompanied by a cool sound.

"Nagini."

The sound made John a little dazed, and the last time he heard it was in the Philosopher's Stone Chamber in the first grade.

Hoarse, cold, like a stone tucked into the collar of a coat in winter.

John subconsciously clenched his wand as he quietly approached the cabin.

The hut used to have an owner, but now it may have become a dry skeleton.

He saw Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord who had once shocked the wizarding world.

It's like a deformed freak, lying on top of a giant snake twelve feet long.

Now Voldemort lives on venom.

He was weak, so weak that John had an idea at the moment.

"Kill him."

As soon as the idea came out, it was as overwhelming as a flood that burst its banks.

He had defeated Quirrell possessed by Voldemort and his student Tom Riddle.

John felt that he might not be able to kill Voldemort.

Now, he may be able to change the entire world line and change the many great battles that may take place at Hogwarts in the future.

Kill him.

Unstoppable thoughts flood my mind.

John's eyes were fixed on the deformed freak.

The wand in his hand was ready for a life-requiring spell or a fierce fire, and the Dark Lord would be completely dusty in history.

Merlin's Order of the First Degree, the future White Lord, and Johnny's Silver Hand for the benefit of the wizarding world.

All kinds of futures flicker in my mind.

John's heart raced, and he raised his wand and aimed it at the freak.

Just as he was about to make a move, John's eyes lit up.

...

"Boom! （Fiendfyre）”

John made a decisive move, and the red flames instantly engulfed the entire cabin.

He saw Voldemort's angry roar, and the serpent wanted to get out and be surrounded by fierce fire.

Fierce Fire turned into a fire dragon and entered the cabin window.

The moment he entered, the fire came into contact with a barrier, turning into a green flame viper and devouring John.

...

Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and John saw what happened to him, and all the thoughts in his head were gone.

"There's a super advanced rebound spell on this."

John was terrified, if he really made a move, he would definitely be hurt by the rebound curse.

At the same time, he realized that he was not in the right state just now, as if Harry had been affected by the diary.

He stepped back quietly, almost falling victim to the Dark Lord's way.

Fortunately, I have foreseen this blessing, otherwise I might have confessed here.

After exiting a long enough distance, John stared at the cabin.

The blackness of his pupils spread, and he saw that the wooden house was flowing with chaotic color particles.

Could these things be Voldemort?

John didn't remember that Voldemort could do ancient magic, but it wasn't strange to know how to do it as the Dark Lord.

He continued to observe, and found that the chaos particles were not approaching Voldemort, but coming out of the snake.

"Nagini, I remember it was a Horcrux that was cut down by Neville in the later stages."

Staring at the serpent, a voice suddenly rang in John's ears.

"I'm here, help me."

The voice was poignant and full of sorrow and pain, and John looked at the serpent in amazement.

The sound seemed to come from the body of the great snake, as if a person was trapped inside.

"Voldemort's magic, or ......"

Remembering that he had come across a book on blood charms before hearing the call, John looked at the serpent.

Could it be that this is a blood curse orc who became after being hit by a blood curse?

The Blood Spell turns people into snakes, giving them powers similar to those of Animagus, and they are consumed by them.

If the guess is correct, then the original form of this snake should be human.

The origin of the Blood Spell is ancient, and it seems to be an ancient magic.

"Looks like you called me over."

John looked at the serpent, and he fell into deep thought.

This serpent would become Voldemort's Horcrux, and perhaps already Voldemort's Horcrux.

Under these circumstances, it seemed difficult for John to take the serpent away.

"Go back and shake people?"

As soon as the idea came up, John rejected it, he didn't know where he was, and it would be difficult to leave and come back.

At the moment, he is alone, and on the other side is a generation of heroes Voldemort.

The chances look slim.

"It's rare to come across an ancient magic material, and it's too inconsistent with my style to let it go like this."

John was so confused that the system didn't say anything about releasing a task to himself, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to try it.

"Judging by the previous call of magic, this serpent will come out to forage for food or do something for Voldemort, and when it comes out, it will be easy to do."

One word, etc.

Since he couldn't do anything to Voldemort, he had to use a trick and crouch until the serpent Nagini left the cabin.

"If you don't come out within a week, I'll leave directly."

Setting himself a time limit, John began his long wait.

Fortunately, when he came out this time, he also brought out the small bag, and he put a lot of small dried fish and other things in it, which were originally fed to owls, but now they can be used as rations.

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