In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 548: Gamble!

Everyone within the British Ministry of Magic had no idea that the Barty Crouch Jr. they were seeing at this time was actually a different person.

Grindelwald arrived at the Department of Mysteries, which had already been repaired after that battle, and which looked very deserted as the Unspeakables who had been killed had not yet been replenished in full.

He didn't stop there and went straight to the Time Room, and based on the memories in Barty Jr.'s mind, he quickly found the room from which Jon had once found the Time-Turner.

It was still empty compared to before, but it had something else.

There was a book, a quill, and a wand with obvious signs of use.

Looking at these things that didn't feel all that abnormal from the surface, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Grindelwald's mouth.

"I hate riddles."

As the words fell, a ghostly blue flame landed in the middle of the room.

The Fiendfyre began to devour everything here, while Grindelwald had already arrived outside the Department of Mysteries, at the same time using Barty Jr.'s body to transfer everyone on that floor.

It wasn't until the fire, which had already looked like an enormous devouring behemoth, had begun to spread into The Atrium of the Ministry of Magic that someone had noticed the situation and cried out in alarm!

But by this time, Grindelwald had long since disappeared from Britain.

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Jon didn't know how Dumbledore used it to become powerful.

But he felt a greyish aura from the three Deathly Hallows, what the Deathly Hallows exactly is, Jon didn't understand, but what kind of properties this dead magic has, Jon was able to study it clearly.

Dumbledore has borrowed the power of the Death, but Jon feels that there is no need to be so polite since the Three Deathly Hallows have been passed down for so long, it has always belonged to whoever gets it, and there is no such thing as borrowing it or not borrowing it.

I'm using my stuff, how can I still call it borrowing?

The grey magic is eroding the surrounding black fog, those magic belonging to Voldemort all seemed to be killed, bit by bit they all turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.

Voldemort also felt threatened, the feeling Jon gave him at the moment was like the feeling he got when Dumbledore used the Three Deathly Hallows to kill him, the magic that seemed to be able to prey on all life brought him an extremely uneasy premonition.

"You will only follow his old path too!"

He sneered coldly, then gripped the wand in his hand tightly, and green light flooded out, but instead of forming a straight line, it was like a dense net that blocked all of Jon's actions!

In the face of such a killing curse, Jon still didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down. Those grey magic power formed a solid barrier in front of him when he was about to come into contact with those green lights, and with the most brutal gesture, it broke through the cage!

Voldemort tried to dodge away from that area, however, Jon's steeply outstretched hand grabbed his arm tightly!

"Buzz!"

Invisible swords burst out from his body! That grey, destructive aura was intermingled in it, wanting to decay Voldemort along with it.

But Voldemort had been guarding against this move of Jon all along before, he had been killed by Jon last time after getting close enough to find a chance to kill him, and this time, he certainly wouldn't give him that chance again!

In the next moment, Voldemort's entire body collapsed along with the black mist, and the sharp blades couldn't hurt him at all!

On the contrary, Jon was surrounded at this moment, no matter how those grey magic power was eroding, there was no way to stop the black fog from spreading!

Moreover, an even more disturbing agitation surged in Jon's heart, he knew that this was the beginning of the effects of the emotions attached to the magic power he had absorbed.

He pressed down that chaotic thought, his gaze fixed on the black mist right in the centre of it, as he stretched out his hand!

"Avada Kedavra!"

A grey-green curse pierced through the darkness, but only penetrated the black mist through a void, but did not capture Voldemort's figure!

"You've run out of steam, haven't you!"

That frenzied voice rang in Jon's ears, and when he jerked his head around to look over, he realised that Voldemort had appeared beside him at some point!

It wasn't that he was afraid of getting close to Jon, but he found an opportunity when Jon thought that there was absolutely no way that he would be near him, and appeared steeply in front of him!

Countless black mist began to wrap up Jon's body, Voldemort didn't use this opportunity to kill Jon, he knew very well that it wouldn't help at all, Jon had been preparing all this time, and he certainly hadn't been idle.

In terms of resurrection aside, the limitations of the Phoenix's Nirvana were actually much greater than the Horcruxes, killing Jon didn't solve the problem, but he could trap Jon forever.

As long as Jon would no longer be a hindrance to him, then whether he died or not was not something Voldemort considered unacceptable at all.

Jon had certainly noticed this, he looked to be struggling and fighting hard. These black mists were behaving very strangely, his general counter-spell could not absorb them at all, and there was no way to break his other magic, no matter how hard Jon tried to break free, it was not going to be easy!

The most crucial thing was that the cacophony of voices in his mind was getting louder and louder, all sorts of mixed emotions filled his mind, making him unable to think or cast spells calmly at all, and the magical power he could use was getting weaker and weaker as if everything was going to return to its original form.

As time went on, Jon's body was becoming more and more rigid, and it looked as if he was about to be completely swallowed up by the black mist, with only one arm and half of his eye still exposed!

Voldemort finally burst out laughing as he pressed down on the half of Jon's forehead that was still out, wanting to exert force and push him completely into that infinite abyss!

However, just as his hand had touched Jon's body, a blue flame was starting to ignite his hand!

Unbeknownst to him, at some point, Jon had lit a fiendfyre laced with death on him!

It was a flame that could burn anything to a crisp and could not be extinguished at all, and it was the last magic he was counting on.

He was betting that Voldemort had made new Horcruxes in the meantime, and Grindelwald's goal of finding them and destroying them was already underway!

He was even betting that Grindelwald had already accomplished this at this point, and that Voldemort, unaware of this, had taken a chance and instead of paying the price to resolve the fiendfyre, he would instead use the Horcruxes willingly to resurrect himself once more!

But the next moment, before Jon was completely engulfed in the black mist, he saw that the expression on the man's face hadn't changed at all, and he hadn't even hesitated for a second.

He waved his wand, and with a single spell, he cut off the limb that had already been latched on by the fiendfyre!

Darkness eventually enveloped Jon completely and extinguished all his illusions.

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