The speed of time in the Blurry Illusion is not the same.

From the outside, it seems that time has passed and it is not long.

John opened his eyes, and the wand in his hand almost came out.

On the other side, Voldemort's face was pale, and on his body, it seemed that something resembling debris could be seen floating.

The fairy music sang, and John was still controlling Harry with his right hand.

Harry also woke up from the Blur Vision, though he was still in a state of confusion.

John took a deep breath and communicated with the stars of the dome of the Ministry of Magic, increasing the infusion of magic.

The huge magic power was like a dazzling rainbow light, slamming down on the three of them.

John, as the main carrier, is under tremendous pressure on his body.

But Voldemort wasn't much better.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Voldemort looked at John reluctantly.

He couldn't get rid of it, and if he did, he would be the target of this great magic.

With Dumbledore outside, he simply couldn't escape.

John grinned and said, "Do what you didn't do." ”

The golden cup dangling beside him flew overhead, absorbing the immense magic into it.

John's eyes flashed with black aura, and he looked amazing.

"The stars shine on the way home."

He jerked up his right hand and grabbed the golden cup, and the golden sand that flowed out of the golden cup seemed to overflow under the magic power.

The sand keeps falling, and the surroundings change.

The Ministry of Magic is constantly receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Hufflepuff Gold Cup, which can carry everything, I will invest time and soul in you, and use magic as a furnace to start refining!"

The Ravenclaw crown was placed on John's head, and hundreds of silver-white soul spheres flew out of the crown and fell into the golden cup.

"What the hell did he do, and why did he have such a large number of souls?" Lupin exclaimed.

They could all see what was going on inside, and even more so what John was doing.

He manipulates time and sacrifices souls.

"He's touching taboos." Dumbledore couldn't wait any longer.

Wielding his Elder Wand, he tried to break down this magical realm.

But John didn't stop yet.

Infused with time and soul, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup shines like a little sun.

"Stop, John!" Dumbledore yelled.

However, all the people of the Star Society that Dumbledore had knocked down stood up at this moment.

"You ......," Dumbledore said in a complication, "do you know what John Wick is up to?" ”

"I don't know," Malfoy grinned, "but I know he's doing something that no one else is allowed to bother with, and that's enough." ”

The members of the Society raised their wands and declared war on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had a complicated expression, for their king.

But what John is doing now is beyond what Dumbledore can accept.

That power was enough to destroy the whole of London.

John held Voldemort in his left hand, held the Golden Cup in his right hand, and Harry was also controlled by the Eater of Souls.

Their shape forms a triangle.

John pours the last material into the gold cup.

It was a philosopher's stone.

The blood-colored Philosopher's Stone floated slowly.

There was an inaudible murmur from the golden cup.

An ancient language, there are only three people who can understand it.

Fill the hall.

A magic circle appears on the Golden Cup.

Voldemort looked greedily at the Philosopher's Stone, and he was sure that it was what he had ever dreamed of.

If he hadn't been restrained now, he would have snatched it at the risk of being left behind.

Dumbledore made a move, and the Order of the Phoenix moved.

Not daring to be wary of the Death Eaters, they struck at the Stellar Society.

Neville blocked Sirius, Fleur intercepted Tonks, Cedric faced Lupin, Percy and Kim and Malfoy, all while attacking Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore was so powerful that he repelled the three of them, waving his wand in his hand.

A powerful magical force formed a spell and landed on the vast magical realm.

Let the magical realm shudder.

John's face froze, and the philosopher's stone fell into the golden cup.

The touch of the two symbolizes the fusion of taboos.

Overflowing golden sand, floating souls, philosopher's stones.

Under the huge magic power, the three were refined by John into a magic array and fused.

"The great taboo of controlling time, life and death, and creation, the combination of the three is the ......"

John's right hand gripped hard, under the forced fusion of magic.

"The Holy Grail."

The sun-like gold receded, and the sky over London changed color.

A huge vibration was heard, warning the birth of something against the sky.

A large crack appeared in the ground of the Ministry of Magic, and the stars in the dome dimmed.

John turned his gaze sharply to Voldemort, and the golden thread that confronted each other trembled.

It seems to be about to collapse.

Both are under tremendous physical stress.

John wears a crown on his head and holds a chalice, and his pupils turn into vertical pupils.

A sense of fatality was transmitted to Voldemort's heart.

Voldemort's brain warned, causing him to instinctively close his eyes.

"The soul returns."

Cast spells without a wand.

Voldemort's body froze suddenly, and the scales that belonged to the golden thread collapsed.

Drilling towards the wand, the balance between the two was broken, and ghosts appeared around Voldemort.

John almost fell, but his eyes remained fixed on Voldemort.

It also means that the realm between them is about to dissipate.

The Stars grew even more frantic, and Kim pounced, interrupting the spell Dumbledore was about to shoot.

Percy rushed up and grabbed Dumbledore's left leg with a sliding shovel, and Malfoy roared and rushed up to crash the centenarian, but he grabbed and shook him off.

The three of them were like the ones who couldn't be killed, constantly hindering Dumbledore.

John walked towards Voldemort step by step, and Voldemort, who was devoured, could not move.

He never dreamed that he would be calculated by a student who had not yet graduated.

This brief stiffness would kill him.

The fear of death constantly pounded Voldemort's brain.

"Tom, you're defeated."

John stood in front of him and said lightly, "The third time." ”

"No ——!" Voldemort couldn't accept it.

The time, the place, the people.

John occupies the tripartite.

He replaced the core of the staff with a feather plucked from Fawkes.

After Voldemort and Dumbledore were consumed, he used the flashback generated by the same wand core to trap Voldemort.

The two sides used the death pupil to sneak attack under the pressure of magic together, and then used the soul to return by surprise.

"It's not more than three things, your soul, I take it."

There was black air coming out of John's eyes, and his consumption was too great.

The Super Magic Crystals in his left hand were extinguished.

The Holy Grail constantly transmits a terrifying oppressive force that suppresses people.

John let go of the chalice and pointed his wand at Voldemort, muttering the ancient language, "The soul returns." ”

More white smoke drifted out of Voldemort's body.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Voldemort's soul was pumped out.

Harry's eyes widened as he watched it.

Voldemort saw his body, a rare gaffe.

"No, it can't be!"

But John wouldn't give him time to sigh, and he approached Voldemort step by step.

Stumbling, John was too consumed, he frowned and waved his wand.

"The Soul is back!" He roared, sucking Voldemort's soul away and turning it into a silver light into his wand.

Voldemort felt his eyes turn white, and his soul was sucked into a strange space.

Looking up again, three people appeared in front of Voldemort's eyes.

Is that......

Tom Riddle.

...

The Grim Reaper wanted Voldemort's soul, and John needed to get it together for him.

In the Holy Grail, it seems to condense the soul.

John was in a trance, and Voldemort was dealt with by him.

For now, Heinrich is just waiting to be resurrected.

It seems that everything has settled.

Grail.

Contraindications of fusions.

By retrieving his soul, John could do what no one had ever done before.

The idea was so big that John exhausted everything.

The Death Eaters looked like the sky was falling.

Their masters, were drained of their souls.

John was holding his wand, and he was now short of the last two.

He shifted his gaze to Harry, who was still being controlled.

John walked over, raised his wand, and said, "Remember what I said, Harry. ”

"Bring your ticket well."

Harry realized that it wasn't a dream.

He looked at John, the wand.

It was that wand that drew Voldemort's soul.

Right now.

Was John going to use it to drain his soul?

He looked at the fading ghost, which contained a couple who wanted to come and help him.

But John was unmoved, and his wand was raised, moving little by little towards Harry.

...

As Voldemort's soul vanished, a physical body remained.

The flashback of the two ends.

In everyone's opinion, John was going to do something to Harry at this moment.

Dumbledore used an offensive spell to knock Malfoy back, Percy fell unconscious, and Kim was held down by the conjured house-elf statue.

He waved his wand smoothly and widely, looking at John's side with sadness on his face.

"John, you're still on that path."

Even if he couldn't bear it, he couldn't watch John pump Harry's soul out.

The huge magic power is vented from the old wand, and the power is even more up.

In that direction, it turned into a thick light and fell.

Magical realm.

Broken!

"The soul returns."

...

Some people died, but not completely......