Chapter 418 416 Fire of Nirvana

Chapter 418 416. Fire of Nirvana

Jon fell to the ground.

After two scuffles, the library had become a mess. The ground was littered with sawdust and dust. When Jon's lifeless and beating body fell, a cloud of dust was stirred up.

"Plop!"

Voldemort also knelt down with a ferocious expression on his face. Veins popped out on his forehead. He held his head in his hands. His face was so red that it looked like blood could ooze out. His eyes were also filled with bloodshot eyes.

He reached out to grab the thing behind his back that Jon had stabbed into his body before he died, but because his hands and feet seemed to be twitching, he couldn't touch it for a while!

Suddenly, Voldemort's originally ferocious expression suddenly turned into one of panic and fear, and Draco's soul regained control of this body.

He looked around at a loss, and finally couldn't help crying after seeing Jon's body lying on the ground in front of him.

"Mother!"

But just as he was crying, the expression on Draco's face froze again, and turned into that cold and fierce look again.

This time Voldemort's hand didn't tremble at all. He suddenly grabbed the long needle inserted in his back, and then pulled it out from the back of his heart!

This needle had no physical appearance at all. When Voldemort pulled it out of Draco's body, there were no wounds or blood marks left where the needle went in, and there was no sign of even the clothes being pierced.

However, when you hold it in your hands, you can really feel that this is a real thing.

"Damn old thing!"

Voldemort was cursing, and at the same time he kept banging Draco's brain against the messy ground. The pain that came from the depths of his soul and was ten times more painful than a heart-breaking pain made him unable to think about other things.

The black mist that originally surrounded Voldemort was churning as if it had been boiled, and Voldemort's own faces of different ages began to appear in the black mist.

They opened their mouths and let out silent screams, as if they were uttering the most despicable curses at Voldemort. Each of them tried to break free from the black mist that was on the verge of collapsing, but in the end they still couldn't leave.

At a certain moment, the black mist scattered everywhere in the library suddenly tightened, and then like a black cloth spread out on the ground, it re-compressed all the souls who were constantly trying to break through the shackles. into Voldemort's body.

Voldemort's forehead was bleeding. He stopped mutilating himself and stood up from the ground with a pale face. His eyes had never been so hateful as to stare at Jon's body lying on the ground.

"Jon Green! Well done to you! Well done to you!"

He stumbled to Jon's side, and the pleasure, hatred and relaxation on his face could no longer be concealed.

"There are so many geniuses in this world, but so what if you have more talent? This is the result of opposing me!"

Voldemort held back the pain that came from the depths of his soul and let excitement take over his entire mood. He stretched out his hand to Jon's head.

"Wait, when I become you, I will make the people around you pay the price. Of course, they will still have a good life, but there will always be someone who has to bear my anger and revenge, but unfortunately you have already seen You will never see Jon again.”

Just when his hand was less than one centimeter away from touching Jon's body, Voldemort suddenly raised his head warily.

The surrounding temperature seems to have increased a bit.

This temperature change was not obvious, maybe only two or three degrees, but it still made Voldemort notice it.

He squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally returned his gaze to Jon, as if he suspected that the source of such anomalies was Jon's body itself.

Voldemort no longer wanted to wait any longer. No matter what abnormalities the corpse in front of him had, Jon was dead after all. The wizarding world had ways to make people live forever, potions to cure all diseases, and ways to kill all life. Spells, but no magic to bring the dead back to life.

Not even the resurrection stone ring.

As the current owner of the Resurrection Stone Ring, Voldemort knows better than anyone how ridiculous the so-called resurrection is. The ring is more of a murder ring with a curse than a treasure that can save people.

So Voldemort had put down all his wariness about Jon's body. He put his hand on Jon's head without hesitation, intending to completely complete his plan and occupy this body.

However, the moment his hand came into contact with Jon's forehead, a golden fire suddenly burned around Jon's body!

The flame seemed to make people unable to feel the temperature at all, but Voldemort's hand that just touched Jon's body retracted again as if he was electrocuted!

And the moment he retracted his hand, the golden flame began to spread around like a tide!

Soon, the entire library was occupied by the fire, and Voldemort was isolated from Jon's body. The flames surrounded Jon, seeming to be burning him, and seemed to be surrounding them. king!

All the pleasure and venting on Voldemort's face disappeared. He looked in shock at the object that had been lifted up from the ground by golden flames, and seemed to be the only existence in the bright library.

"Why! What did you do to yourself!"

He couldn't vent his inner rage, so he could only yell and question it!

And at this moment, the flames rushed out of the library and began to spread throughout the castle.

On the court outside the castle, countless tents had been set up, and all the teachers and students who were preparing to spend the night on the Quidditch court saw this scene.

Each of them was stunned as they watched the golden flames spreading from the ground begin to surround the castle and rise up, as if the entire Hogwarts Castle was in a sea of ​​fire!

The professors in the castle looked very bad, and Crouch and Snape found Matthew together.

"When you requisitioned the castle, you didn't tell us that something like this would happen again, Mr. Graves!"

Matthew looked at the magnificent scene, his eyes only reflecting golden light, and he murmured.

"I said that after this game, I will discuss compensation plans with its future owners for any losses to Hogwarts Castle."

Just as every student and teacher walked out of the tent and saw this strange scene, a melodious song suddenly sounded from all directions!

No one could hear what voice was singing, and no one could tell where the language of the song came from. No one was even sure whether it was a way of expressing it in words.

But everyone heard the ethereal, sacred and undefiled breath from the song.

In the center of the flames, John's body had disappeared.

Instead, there was a bird with golden red feathers!

The golden Nirvana fires spreading around seemed to be his subjects, and the ethereal singing seemed to be singing the birth of a sacred life!

Voldemort was surrounded by black fog, preventing the Nirvana fires from burning his already rotten soul. He looked at the phoenix sitting on the sea of ​​fire with an incredible and furious look that he had never seen before.

"How did you do it! No one can do this! No wizard in history has ever turned into a magical animal! Why could you do it! Why!"

Jon just looked at Voldemort, who seemed to be in a state of impotence and rage, with his pale golden eyes. Without saying anything, the Nirvana fires all around him spontaneously increased their offensive against Voldemort.

The flames that filled the castle did not burn anything. These flames seemed to have no temperature, but they were a deadly poison to Voldemort himself!

The black fog surrounding Voldemort had been locked to the extreme under the continuous erosion of the golden flames. Voldemort looked at Jon, who was spreading his wings in the sky and preparing to dive down at him, with resentment.

"It's not over yet! Jon Green! Don't think you've won just like this. You and Dumbledore can't handle me alone, not to mention that there are two of me in this world! Wait, wait!"

Just when the phoenix's sharp beak was about to hit Draco's head, the last remaining black mist rose up, and Draco fell to the ground, completely covered by the golden flames as if he was dead.

But the black mist that wanted to escape above the sea of ​​fire was suddenly burned by a ball of fire falling from the ceiling!

Voldemort's painful screams rang out in the black mist!

Then the black mist collapsed, and most of it was swallowed by the golden flames, but there were still a few black shadows that squeezed out of the gap and escaped from the sea of ​​fire.

Jon didn't chase him anymore. He couldn't chase him at all, because he was also in a half-confused state at this time, and there was no way to fully familiarize himself with the power of the phoenix itself.

The moment he was hit by the killing curse, he was sure that he was dead.

His consciousness fell into endless darkness, and his soul was about to be absorbed by the wand that killed him. Not only could he not walk on the road of death, but he would also be bound forever.

But at that moment, a golden eye lit up in his mind.

Jon was very familiar with those eyes. He could clearly feel that he had seen them somewhere, not by chance, but often.

But before he could think carefully about who these eyes belonged to, countless flames ignited from the depths of his soul!

The fire spread out from his body, not only giving his soul a new life, but also washing everything around him.

After not knowing whether Voldemort's soul had been purified or driven away, Jon flew from midair to the ground and turned back into a human again.

Then, he looked at his hands, which were obviously countless times smaller and more tender than before, and fell into deep thought.