John flew out.

Just before touching Nagini, his heart jumped.

Immediately after that, he was hit by a force and the person flew out.

After rolling out a few laps on the ground, John adjusted his body and stopped.

Looking up, a figure appeared in the blurred illusion.

The moment he saw that face, John's pupils contracted.

He became more handsome with paleness and age, and his eyes occasionally flashed red.

A plain suit with a cold smile on his face.

This face is all too familiar to John.

He gritted his teeth and pronounced the three words: "Voldemort." ”

Voldemort, this Voldemort looked a lot older than when he was a student, and he was also much more handsome.

John stood up, and instead of taking his wand, the other party looked at John lightly.

"It turned out that you broke into my world."

As he spoke, Voldemort spoke with a faint disdain.

John laughed angrily and said coldly, "Yours? Voldemort, it looks like you've made Nagini into a Horcrux. ”

It's not just the Blood Curse that is entangled in Nagini's body, but also Voldemort's soul.

John should have thought that Nagini was Voldemort's Horcrux in the original plot.

Cutting his soul open into Nagini, Voldemort was cruel to others and even more ruthless to himself.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, John could feel that his body was hurt.

The soul is the most important place for a person, and when the soul is injured and dies, the same is true for the body.

Nagini wanted to help, but Voldemort reached out.

Nagini's neck was choked by an invisible hand, and the whole person flew up.

Voldemort could not refuse to assert sovereignty, "Nagini, you are mine." ”

"About ...... Writing brush. Nagini struggled.

John got his hands dirty.

The moment she raised her hand, Voldemort's body flew out, and Nagini's feeling of being caught disappeared, and she fell to the ground.

John said coldly, "You're not the only one who knows these magics. ”

Voldemort was a little surprised, and he stabilized his body in the air and slowly fell.

He smiled, looked at John with bloodthirsty eyes, and said gloomily: "Weak souls dare to do something in the Blurry Illusion Realm. ”

John frowned and looked at his left hand, the silver glow on his fingers dissipating.

His heart sank, the use of magic here actually consumed souls.

He muttered, "No wonder, it takes a soul to cut open the soul. ”

At this time, he was in a difficult situation, and without the support of magic power, it was impossible for John to defeat Voldemort here.

Glancing at Nagini, John knew that once he left, Nagini would be finished.

Voldemort was watching from the side, and John couldn't retreat.

Case.

That's the battle!

The first strike is stronger, and the moment John waved his hand, the blurred illusion of nothing ignited with flames.

At the same time, John's soul drain accelerated.

A pinch of flame ignited in his right hand, and then it became a huge fireball.

Voldemort's face was gloomy, probably not expecting John to be an ancient magician.

A water snake appeared in front of him, and the flame touched the water, creating a large cloud of mist in the blurred realm.

John took the opportunity to blow a breath, and the mist shrouded Voldemort.

The mist created by the collision of souls could not be seen, and John took the opportunity to enter the fog.

With his left hand brushing over his right hand, John had an extra dagger made of souls in his hand.

The price of this is that the right hand is illusory and almost transparent.

A grim smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Magic?

Don't forget, I'm a level 7 short weapon master!

In the mist, John is the ubiquitous night demon.

Voldemort was shrouded in fog and did not panic, he exuded an aura of terror.

Instantly, the green light pierced through the fog and hit the place where John had been.

With a blow of confidence, Voldemort didn't see John, and he frowned.

Immediately after that, a feeling of urgency entered his heart, his eyebrows beat wildly, and Voldemort turned around to the limit.

In just one second, seven blood holes appeared in the back of the body in an instant.

Voldemort's face changed, and John appeared like a ghost.

"Crucio"

The red lightning struck John, and John snorted, and the dagger against his chest was burned through a large hole.

Without hesitation, he threw the dagger, followed by using the Object Charm to control it.

The dagger was as fast as lightning, and Voldemort's front condensed into a defensive shield similar to an iron armor charm.

The moment it was touched, the dagger shattered fragile into countless foams.

Voldemort was stunned, and John bullied himself.

His eyes turned vertical, and his left hand tore off his right hand, turning into a sword that shimmered with silver light.

The dragon whispered, "I am a fire dragon." ”

The sword burst into flames, and John screamed in pain, stabbing hard, and the blade pierced Voldemort's body.

The flames exploded into a sea of fire, and Voldemort could no longer maintain his original expression.

He gripped the blade of his sword with his hand, his angry eyes almost spewing fire.

Sneered: "Can't go, Avada ......"

Worthy of Voldemort, he exchanged his injuries for his life.

The green light was aimed at John's door, and at the moment he was about to touch it, John's mind went blank.

He made a mistake, thinking that he could kill with one blow, but he still underestimated Voldemort.

Just as the green light was about to hit, a woman pounced, her almost shattered body crashing into Voldemort.

The green light went off course and brushed John's cheek away.

Voldemort angrily grabbed Nagini by the neck and threw her out.

"Avada suo! （AvadaKedavra）”

The green light rushed towards Nagini.

Nagini closed her eyes in relief, she felt that she would be able to save John.

Time seems to pause.

The green light became extremely slow in front of his eyes, and Nagini's determination and Voldemort's hideousness were all very clear in his eyes.

John let go of his sword-gripping hand and slowly reached out towards Nagini, his lips opening and closing.

"The soul returns."

Green light illuminates the entire space.

...

Nagini opened her eyes again, and inside the dimly lit dungeon, she looked around in confusion.

There were two people in front of her, one was a bald old man with his jaw dropped, and the other was ......

"John!"

John closed his eyes tightly, and his body gradually turned gray.

Nagini felt her heart be pinched hard, and she wanted to go over, but it passed through John's body.

Looking at her now silver-white and transparent body, she looked behind her, and the body that had recovered her human body was lying there quietly.

"No, don't!" Another person came to mind, the one he didn't catch.

Nagini never panicked in the face of death, and at the moment she was like a little girl at a loss.

Damo Alex finally came back to his senses, and he said with difficulty: "Is this a success? ”

Without rejoicing, Damo Alex ran over, and just now John used a ghost spell to drain Nagini's soul.

"John, what's going on!" Damo Alex lost his composure, and he yelled at Nagini.

John's face darkened, and Damo Alex took out the potion, forcibly pried John's mouth open and poured it in.

...

Blurry Illusion.

The expression on Voldemort's face froze, and Nagini vanished into thin air.

He was confused for a moment, and John smiled.

"You don't seem to know much about that, either."

John sneered, and Voldemort was furious.

"Where did you get Nagini!"

He shouted angrily, and John was hit in the body by his wave, and his illusory body was like a candle in the wind.

Voldemort turned into black smoke and came up to John, choking him and lifting him up.

The silver sword in his chest shattered, and John's eyes darkened, but the corners of his mouth brought a chuckle.

"Want to know? Then you go and ask. ”

He looked behind Voldemort, who was stunned and turned his head to look.

Nothing...... Is it?

Realizing that he was being tricked, Voldemort quickly turned around.

"AvadaKedavra"

This is John's first time using the Require Spell, and it is still in the wandless spell state.

The green light hit the face, and Voldemort's handsome face was shattered.

He screamed in horror that even John couldn't pay attention to it.

Covering his face and screaming wildly, it's a pity that this is a life-requiring spell.

Unforgivable spells.

In the midst of the screams, Voldemort's face shattered, and his body shattered inch by inch, emitting green light from the inside out.

Voldemort's Horcrux fragments are dead.

John sat on the ground and looked in the direction Voldemort had just looked.

He didn't lie.

In that direction, the man in the black cloak couldn't see his face clearly, but John could feel it, and he was quietly looking over here.

John's soul became more transparent, as if it were about to disperse.

"Can you let me die?"

John spread his hands, stared at the black cloak, and asked, "Are you another soul, or are you the Grim Reaper?" ”

The Blurry Illusion was silent, and John felt the black cloak laughing.

"Funny, you're the funniest person I've ever met."

The black cloak approached John.

John couldn't do anything now, and watched the black cloak come to him.

Just standing there, the black cloak exuded a suffocating dead silence.

And he also said who he was.

"You Call Me ......"

"Death."