Stars.

This is a realm full of secrets, both in the world of magic and technology.

The celestial spheres meet, and the stars twinkle.

John's wand in his left hand turns, forming a closed Möbius ring.

The blade of the sword in the right hand absorbs the starlight.

His back spread its wings, and the power of the stars entered his body through the wings.

John opened his eyes again, and a chaotic light flickered from his eyes, and in his eyes, everything turned black and white.

"For the taboo, I have gone further than you."

"Tom!"

John roared, and Voldemort heard a terrifying click.

Looking down, a dog came to his side, opening its jagged mouth and biting down.

The tooth, which looked like a titanium dog's tooth, easily slipped open Voldemort's ankle.

Pain, in an instant, entered Voldemort's brain.

"Damn!"

Voldemort flicked it and sent Tom flying.

At the same time, John manipulates the golden Möbius ring to form a closed realm.

Voldemort found himself unable to get out of the realm.

He is like a marquee, no matter how he walks, he will eventually return to the original point.

"Time magic?"

Regarding time magic, Voldemort once wanted to delve into it.

But as if it were a joke, he had no talent for time magic.

Despite his knowledge of the dark arts, he was not as far as John had in time.

The wand in John's hand could not withstand the tremendous force and suddenly broke.

In the crumbs of the wand flying, a silver-white soul fragment intertwined with gold and silver floated in the air.

John held his sword in both hands, and his chaotic vertical eyes stared directly at Voldemort.

"The wandering remnant returns to its Lord's body."

As an ancient whisper rang out, the golden and silver soul was consumed by the sword of Silver Wick.

Voldemort felt that he was locked by a force.

It was a force he couldn't dodge.

With the soul as a prerequisite, even Voldemort can't resist his soul coming back to him.

John was quickly pulled out of his life, and his black hair quickly turned gray.

The power of the stars poured into the Sword of Silver Wick, and the red magic stone on the hilt of the sword converted this energy into magic that John could control.

"Tom, you can't dodge this sword!"

Like the Grim Reaper announcing his death, John raised his sword.

A dazzling and magnificent scene, it is impossible to take your eyes off.

Caught in the cycle of time, Voldemort is frantically trying to escape.

"No ——!" The fear of death made Voldemort completely lose his dignity.

He tried all sorts of things, and the wand in his hand kept attacking the realm with powerful magic.

In the end, there was really no way, and he quickly conjured more than a hundred silver shields in front of him.

As if this would make you feel safe.

However, John closed his eyes.

The sword of Silver Wick slashed through the air with a soft, soft silver light.

"The soul is gone."

A sword mixed with Voldemort's remnant soul and time.

With that soft sigh.

Just one breath made the more than a hundred shields be crossed.

On top of the taboo, John went too far.

Far enough for him to make a move against the sky.

This sword is earth-shattering when it is stored.

When it falls, it is light and silent.

Harry didn't see the earth-shattering, the collapse.

Some are just the beauty and dreams of the Möbius realm, which are scattered into golden sand.

The silver shield vanished, and Voldemort looked down at his hands.

"Wind?"

Inexplicably, Harry felt the wind.

He looked up again.

John kept his sword up and fell, but his hair turned white at this moment.

Voldemort moved, and the gust of wind ruffled through his body, causing a dark red line of blood to appear in his heart.

Move it.

Move it!

The desire to survive was spinning wildly in his brain, and Voldemort's face gradually turned hideous.

The dark red blood line grew longer and longer, symbolizing Voldemort's imminent death.

In a trance, Voldemort seemed to see a black cloak standing not far away.

Under Harry's horrified gaze, the bloodline stopped.

The sudden turn of events made Voldemort ecstatic.

His brain was racing, and he figured out why.

So he made a decision so that he could live.

Voldemort looked at John with a hideous expression, "You did amaze me, but unfortunately you were wrong."

He raised his wand and uttered a high-pitched, grim voice.

In a voice full of hatred and madness, he said word by word: "Hundred! Ghost! Night! Okay!"

This man, who has been crushed by death, is about to turn himself into a monster.

Under the influence of the spell, Voldemort transformed his soul.

John couldn't move a finger now.

The power of the stars, time and soul, drained his body.

He watched as the soul gradually turned black Voldemort at this moment.

The sword in his hand slipped and plunged into the ground.

"Hahaha-" Voldemort was already mad, and he looked at John with resentment, "You should aim for my head."

"You use my soul against me, and I must admit that if I had been, I would have died."

Voldemort said, "It's a pity that you forgot one thing."

Seeing that John was unable to fight again, Voldemort spread his hands and said frantically, "Do you know why I have to start a war this year?"

"Because of love."

"Yes, love!"

He asked himself questions and looked at Harry, and when Harry was puzzled, he said, "Love from Lily Potter!"

"Impossible!"

Harry's pupils shook, and he exclaimed, "This can't be!"

"Have you forgotten, Savior?" Voldemort pushed his limits and dodged mortal attacks, "I have your blood in my body, and your mother's magic is also perpetuated."

Thinking that the Falling Devil was resurrected through his own blood, Harry couldn't believe it.

John's face sank.

"That's right!" Enjoying the defeat of his rival at this moment, Voldemort said happily, "If it weren't for your mother's love, if it weren't for my soul as a carrier attack, I would have died right now."

Everything is a bad move.

Voldemort had been resurrected by Harry's blood, and he had the same blood in his body as Harry.

Lily's love magic protected Harry from Voldemort until he became an adult.

And John, who happened to use Voldemort's soul.

It's all too much of a coincidence.

It seems that even God is helping Voldemort.

"Dumbledore was right, love can transcend death!"

The one who knows the least about love, tramples on love, is actually protected by love.

What an irony.

"The Demon King lives forever!" Voldemort cried up evilly, "And the old enemy that belongs to the Demon King is just a stepping stone."

Harry was in utter despair, and neither Dumbledore nor John was able to defeat Voldemort.

Who else can?

Savior?

Harry gritted his teeth and stood up and ran to John's side.

"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Harry with his wand raised, scoffing

"Looks like you're still dreaming of a savior."

"No, I'm just ......," Harry took a deep breath, "to protect Hogwarts."

John looked at Harry, not expecting him to stand in front of him.

But......

"There's no need for a savior here, Harry."

John was surprisingly calm and said to Harry, "Get out of the way."

"John, you're going to die!" Harry didn't want to watch John die.

"I'm young after all."

John shook his head slightly, barely straightened up, and looked up at Voldemort, who was ready to do so forever.

He said calmly, "Rivals? Voldemort, you seem to have gotten one thing wrong."

Behind Voldemort, in the dim darkness.

Step out alone.

"I have not been your prophesied rival all along."

"Your nemesis," John chuckled, "have you forgotten?"

"The boys."

Like in the first grade, Voldemort's right hand was severed by a sword, and he turned to look at it in disbelief.

Neville held a dark golden sword, muscles bulging in his arms.

The sword with the power to break the demon made the body of the demon who walked at night be sliced open.

"For my old friends, for the Stars Society, for my king!"

Neville roared, "I'm going to kill you, Voldemort!"

He held the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword piercing through his chest, dark red blood splattering.

This sword pierced Voldemort's mind directly.

That heart was completely pierced.

Neville roared, kicking Voldemort.

The light black robe faded and became more transparent at this moment.

Voldemort couldn't believe it.

This time, he no longer has the magic of love.

Voldemort, who willingly degenerated into a demon of a hundred ghosts, lost his qualification to be loved.

July Boy, Neville Longbottom.

The prophesied person who may become a savior.

The Demon King marked his nemesis, Voldemort's nemesis, and it was no longer Harry Potter, but the Society of the Stars.

So.....

Voldemort, Tom Riddle.

He was kicked and staggered backwards, his remaining left hand spread, and his red eyes were reddened, and his slender pupils rolled upward.

He fell to the ground.

The way he least imagined, and the person he looked down on the most.

The most powerful Dark Lord, like a mortal at the moment, his body was paralyzed and convulsed.

The death and powerlessness of blood loss filled him with fear.

The pale hand reached out towards the mirror.

This time, he was no longer untouchable.

John didn't lie to him, his soul was the key to unlocking.

The golden chalice appears in the mirror.

Look through the mirror and the chalice is there.

Voldemort touched with great reverence the desire and will to survive, the things he pursued in his life.

"It's near, it's near!"

Voldemort's body was gradually dissipating, like burning ashes, blown away by the wind.

At the last minute.

He touched the Holy Grail.

Immortal, immortal, and rule the wizarding world.

It seems that everything is in sight.

He had a smile on his face.

However......

"I forgot to tell you that I transplanted the curse of the opal necklace that killed nineteen Muggles."

John's voice came faintly.

Voldemort's smile froze.

I thought it was hope, but in the Holy Grail, a stronger curse was passed on.

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