Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout both drew their wands.

Accompany their actions.

The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, whose faces turned red with excitement, also drew out their wands.

As for Gryffindor, there is no need to say more.

Their dean, Professor McGonagall, was lying on the cold ground.

At this moment, they were already howling and preparing to attack.

In the entire Hogwarts, only the Slytherins were still hesitant, not knowing whether to fight side by side with their classmates or to join forces with their own dean, Snape, and the original strongest chief, John.

At that moment, more than 80% of the professors and students in Hogwarts raised their wands.

Being pointed at by hundreds of wands at the same time, even the battle-hardened Death Eaters were a little frightened.

All of them had nervous expressions and subconsciously stepped back.

In the entire Death Eater camp, John was the only one who remained calm-faced, quietly staring at his former classmates and teachers in front of him.

"Do it! For Hogwarts!"

Professor Flitwick gave a sharp shout and took the lead in throwing out a scarlet light bomb.

Immediately, the students behind him also waved their magic wands.

The dense curses suddenly rose into the sky, passing over the magical ceiling that reflected the night sky, and hit the Death Eaters like a curtain of rain.

"Prepare defense!"

The Death Eaters screamed and began to construct [All Protection].

John and others remained motionless.

And at the next moment, a darkness deeper than darkness rushed into the auditorium from outside the foyer.

It exploded violently, turning into a pure energy shock that swept through the entire auditorium.

The concentrated fire attacks of the professor and students were instantly annihilated!

Even they themselves were all knocked out by the terrifying impact.

For a moment, everyone in Hogwarts who was still full of momentum was instantly dispersed, lying on the ground wailing and crying in pain.

And at the same time.

The darkness began to gather and turned into Voldemort in front of John.

Voldemort ignored the chaotic Death Eaters, students and professors in the auditorium.

He just stood there, lowering his head, staring at Dumbledore's body.

"Dumbledore... you have resisted me for decades and made so many sacrifices and efforts." Voldemort said softly, "But what's the use? You died after all... you died like a wild dog.

So humble.

The final winner is still me.

Me! Finally back here! Truly victorious!

Ah - Hogwarts, what a nostalgic place!

Hahahaha——uh hahaha——”

Voldemort smiled wildly and raised his head, opening his arms as if to embrace the entire Hogwarts Castle.

In his slightly weird and funny laugh.

Barty Jr. and a group of die-hard Death Eaters also entered the auditorium.

They surrounded Voldemort, jumping, dancing, cheering, celebrating...

Except for them, everyone else in the auditorium remained silent.

Flitwick, Sprout and others felt that everything was lost.

But the Death Eaters and werewolves behind John were all waiting with bated breath...

Finally, Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly.

He retracted his arm and looked at John with a smile.

"You did a good job, John." Voldemort smiled and said, "This is all your credit, so come here, come to me, and let me give you a reward."

Under the unkind gazes of Barty Jr. and others, John walked up to Voldemort expressionlessly.

"Give me your arm."

John raised his arms obediently.

Voldemort rolled up John's sleeves and looked at the dark mark attached to his forearm, a hint of cunning and cruelty flashed in his eyes.

He had already reached an agreement with the goblins before coming here.

Next, you only need to subdue John and hand him over to the goblins, and he will get all the benefits promised by the goblins!

"Ah - John! I must admit that you are a very good subordinate." Voldemort sighed, "You are extremely talented, powerful, and very smart. As long as there is no task assigned to you that you cannot complete.

Even...you actually succeeded in assassinating Dumbledore.

It's really amazing, it makes me a little bit reluctant to part with it.

But, you must sacrifice.

Understand? This is for the future of the wizarding world, and it's also for me.

So...goodbye!"

After saying this, Voldemort smiled ferociously and stretched out a finger, pressing towards John's Dark Mark.

As Voldemort's creation.

The Dark Mark is equivalent to the electric shock shackles that Voldemort puts on every Death Eater.

With just one click, he could activate the Dark Mark, causing any Death Eater to suffer so much pain that he would lose the ability to resist and fall to his knees in front of him.

No matter how talented John is, there will be no exception!

However, his finger had already pressed on John's mark of the dark devil.

But John didn't react at all, still looking at him expressionlessly.

This made Voldemort a little confused.

He pressed it a few more times with some disbelief, inputting his own magic power into it.

Still no response.

"Tom Riddle, are you surprised?"

John's voice sounded suddenly.

Voldemort, whose name was suddenly called, subconsciously raised his head and saw John looking at him with a sneer on his face.

Voldemort opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.
Chapter completed!