Chapter 416 414 The Bloodstained Triple Cup

Chapter 416 414. The Bloodstained Triwizard Cup

Long time no see.

This word is very common, but it makes Dumbledore feel many different meanings.

He looked at the Riddle who came to him surrounded by many Death Eaters.

The person is still the same person, the face is still the same face, but when nothing has changed, Dumbledore obviously feels different.

"It's been a long time since we last met."

Dumbledore said softly.

"Probably, it's been almost 15 years?"

Voldemort stared into his eyes, and his expression did not change at all.

"It's really not easy, you can still recognize me."

"You and him are still very different. It's not strange to recognize each other, isn't it?"

The conversation between the two was like guessing a riddle, so that the others present could not hear what they were talking about.

But everyone held their breath. They all knew that when these two people appeared on the scene, whether there would be a fight next or not, it had nothing to do with others.

The victory or defeat lies in the top two. Even if the people below win unexpected victories, they can't affect the situation of the entire battlefield.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Voldemort laughed heartily, and everyone felt his mood, relaxed, happy, excited, and happy!

"Yes! That damn thing suppressed me for 15 years! 15 years! Now I'm finally back! This world should be controlled by me again, no one can stop me, no one can!"

His cold eyes stared at Dumbledore, and the twisted expression made everyone standing behind Dumbledore feel cold all over.

Even the Death Eaters who gathered around Voldemort felt a different breath from their master.

That was much crazier, twisted and crueler than before!

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"Are you so sure that you can do better than him?"

Voldemort suddenly became quiet.

No matter who it was, they could hear the chill that emanated from Dumbledore after he said this.

"Do you think I am not as good as him?"

His voice was very indifferent and cold, but it still made everyone present feel uneasy.

"From the comparison between you becoming him and before him, he might do better than you."

"Then let's see today!"

Voldemort's suddenly violent voice interrupted Dumbledore's unfinished words, and he raised his wand with a fierce face!

"Who is it! Do better!"

"Are you really going to fight me?"

Voldemort looked at Jon, who was holding a sword and a wand, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Jon raised his wand.

"You were forced to come out of your own body. Now you are possessed by Draco. You can't exert your full strength, right?"

"You are right. I can only mobilize the magic power in this boy's body. It is not very strong, and it can even be said to be weak." Voldemort said lightly, "But have you forgotten what I told you, Jon, the strength of the soul is the real strength. Now I may not dare to face Dumbledore, the old man, but are you really as strong as Dumbledore?"

Jon pressed the ring in front of him with the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the next moment, the floating spell took effect quietly!

"Can it work? Let's try it!"

He rose into the air and waved the wand in his hand at the same time!

The silent transfiguration was activated instantly, and the fragments of the desks and chairs around turned into countless thick chains in the next second, winding towards the direction where Voldemort was standing.

And Jon turned into a black shadow in the air, holding the Gryffindor sword in his hand and rushed towards Voldemort!

He was very clear about the gap between himself and Voldemort.

Even if Voldemort was temporarily using Draco's body, relying only on the black fog surrounding him, Jon knew that if it was just a magic competition, he would definitely not be able to beat Voldemort.

He had to make use of Voldemort's strengths, which were definitely inferior to his, that is, physical strength!

Jon didn't know how Voldemort's body was trained, and whether it had undergone any magical transformation, but Draco, a young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth, would definitely not have a strong physical fitness.

And no matter how powerful Voldemort was, he could not break through the upper limit brought to him by Draco's body.

As for whether killing Draco would violate the agreement between him and Lucius.

If Jon was still considering such a problem at this time, he might as well not even resist!

Jon's series of attacks were very fast. In just one second, the chains produced by the Transfiguration had already touched Voldemort about three meters away.

But before these chains, each as thick as a baby's arm, could take effect, the black mist surrounding Voldemort was shaken apart!

At the moment when the chains came into contact with the black mist, the deformation effect was applied, and the chains with the same mass as steel produced a series of violent explosions.

At this time, Jon had already rushed to Voldemort's face with a sword in hand!

The smile on Voldemort's face has not changed at all, and he didn't even have the intention to hide. He just raised the wand in his hand, without chanting or swinging the wand, a dazzling green light suddenly flashed!

The moment Jon saw the tip of the wand light up, the hairs on his body stood up!

He almost relied on instinct to cancel the floating spell on his body without hesitation. As his body fell, he twisted away Voldemort's death curse!

But just as his body fell to the ground, Jon was about to get up from the ground immediately.

Voldemort stretched out one of his hands, and the black mist that had collapsed around him seemed to be an extension of his arm, and he rushed to the room with the Triwizard Cup hidden in the wooden door!

As the trophy for the final champion certification of this Triwizard Tournament, it was wrapped in the black mist and smashed hard on Jon who had just stood up from the ground with an extremely huge force!

"Bang!"

The hard trophy hit Jon's chest hard, and the horrible impact caused him to roll over several times on the ground, and finally stopped when he hit the wall in the deepest part of the forbidden area.

"Puff!"

The scarlet blood sprayed on the trophy, and at the same time, as the certificate of the champion, Jon's name also appeared on the surface of the cup!

Sure enough, it was a bad habit, a bad habit that could not be changed!