I wield a sword at Hogwarts

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externally.

Damo Alex's eyes were fixed on the direction of the big snake. The big snake was shrouded in silvery white light, and its body was changing little by little.

"Really possible?!"

He suppressed his restlessness, and Alex didn't dare to make a sound.

This is a miracle, an unprecedented miracle.

Even Merlin didn't dare to say that he could do this.

John was like an orchestra conductor, taking away a little bit of the blood curse with every wave of the wand in his hand.

Under Damo Alex's nervous gaze, the snake gradually transformed into a part of its human body.

The body of a snake, the limbs of a human being.

Half human and half snake, it looks very weird and disgusting.

John was not affected at all and remained focused. His eyes reflected the trance-like state of things.

Still unwilling to give up after most of the Blood Curse was eliminated, it turned into a giant python, and a blood-green ominous aura rose into the sky.

The giant python opened its mouth and swallowed John in one gulp.

John's eyebrows twitched, and the wand pierced a mass of soul accurately, and then threw it out suddenly.

The moment the soul was released from the hand, it turned into a ball of extremely dazzling white light and hit the blood curse.

Soul Crushing Curse.

The giant python was stunned and stunned, and the soul in John's hand turned into a big sword, and he chopped off the giant python's head with force.

The Blood Curse let out a wail, and his body quickly tried to retreat back to Nagini.

How could John let it do what he wanted? The little soul man expanded like a balloon and enveloped Nagini.

The retreating blood magic curse hit him head-on, putting the soul villain in danger.

John seized the opportunity and slashed at the base of the giant python with his sword.

A burst of white light erupted from the giant python's body, and its body rolled, unable to escape.

"Want to run?"

With a sneer, John grabbed another ball of soul.

The group of souls burned and turned into white flames.

The flame turned into a dragon and bit the python.

The blood-cursed python could not escape, and was finally burned to death by the fire of the soul amidst infinite echoes of howling.

John stared intently until the last trace of the blood curse disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around and looking around, I saw that the little soul figure on Nagini couldn't hold on any longer and was rapidly shrinking as if it was leaking air.

Nagini's broken soul looked at John blankly, as if she didn't expect the blood curse to disappear like this.

"Okay, it's over."

John chuckled lightly. Although his face could not hide his weakness, John's smile was sincere and happy from the bottom of his heart.

Coming to Nagini, John used his last soul to repair Nagini's soul.

These souls were refined by dementors after hundreds of years of devouring souls. After coming into contact with Nagini, they began to integrate into the body.

"Welcome back, Nagini." John extended his hand to Nagini in a gentlemanly manner.

Nagini looked at the boy and slowly stretched out her hand.

Sudden!

A mutation is born!

Chapter 137 Illusions and Hidden Souls

John flew out.

Just before he touched Nagini, his heart skipped a beat.

Then he was hit by a force and the person flew out.

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

Looking up, a figure appeared in the blurry illusion.

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

He has become more handsome due to his paleness and age, and his eyes occasionally flash red.

A simple suit with a cold smile on his face.

This face was too familiar to John.

He gritted his teeth and read out those three words: "Voldemort."

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

John stood up. The other person did not hold the wand, but looked at John calmly.

"It turns out you broke into my world."

Voldemort spoke with a hint of disdain.

John laughed angrily and said coldly: "Yours? Voldemort, it seems you made Nagini into a Horcrux."

It is not only the blood curse that is entangled in Nagini, but also the soul of Voldemort.

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

By cutting the soul open and putting it into Nagini, Voldemort was cruel to others and even more cruel 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 part of a person. If the soul is injured and dies, the same will happen to the body.

Nagini wanted to help, but Voldemort extended her hand.

Nagini's neck was pinched by invisible hands, and she flew up.

Voldemort declared his sovereignty arrogantly and could not refuse, "Nagini, you are mine."

"John." Nagini said with difficulty.

John took action.

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

John said coldly: "You are not the only one who knows these magics."

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

He smiled, looked at John with bloodthirsty eyes, and said grimly: "A weak soul dares to do something in a trance."

John frowned and looked at his left hand, the silvery white light dissipated from his fingers.

His heart sank. The use of magic here actually consumes souls.

He murmured: "No wonder, it takes a soul to cut open a soul."

At this time, he was in trouble. Without the support of magic power, it was simply impossible for John to defeat Voldemort here.

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

Voldemort was watching from the side, and John could not retreat.

That being the case.

Then fight!

Making the first strike, John waved his hand, and the blurry fantasy world without anything ignited into flames.

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

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

Voldemort looked grim, probably not expecting John to know ancient magic.

A water snake appeared in front of him, and the flames and water touched, creating a large mist in the trance.

John took the opportunity to blow out a breath, and the mist blew and enveloped Voldemort.

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

His left hand brushed his right hand, and a dagger made of soul appeared in John's hand.

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

A cruel smile formed on his lips.

magic?

Don’t forget, I am proficient in short weapons at level 7!

In the fog, John is the omnipresent Night Stalker.

Voldemort didn't panic even when he was shrouded in mist, and he exuded an aura of terror.

Immediately, the green light penetrated the fog and hit the place where John was.

With a confident blow, Voldemort frowned without seeing John.

Then a desperate feeling entered his heart, his eyebrows beat wildly, and Voldemort turned around at his limit.

In just one second, seven blood holes appeared on the back of his body.

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

“Crucio”

The red lightning hit John, who groaned, and a big hole was burned out of the dagger on his chest.

Without hesitation, he threw the dagger, and then used the capture spell to control the dagger.

The dagger was as fast as lightning, and a defensive shield similar to an iron armor spell formed in front of Voldemort.

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

Voldemort was startled, and John stepped forward.

His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his left hand pulled off his right hand, turning it into a sword with shining silver light.

Long Yu growled: "I am a fire dragon."

The blade of the sword ignited with flames, and John roared out from the pain, thrust hard, and the blade penetrated Voldemort's body.

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

He grasped the blade of the sword with his hand, his angry eyes almost spitting out fire.

He smiled ferociously: "You can't leave, Avada..."

As expected of Voldemort, he traded his injuries for his life.

The green light was aimed at John's face. The moment it was about to touch, John's mind went blank.

He made a mistake. He thought he could kill Voldemort with one strike, but he underestimated Voldemort.

Just when the green light was about to hit, a woman jumped out, and her almost broken body hit Voldemort.

The green light veered off course and left, grazing John's cheek.

Voldemort angrily grabbed Nagini's neck and threw her out.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light rushed towards Nagini.

Nagini closed her eyes in relief, feeling that it would be great if she could save John.

Time seems to be suspended.