Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

This was the first time I had ever seen the Dark Lord in person.

John narrowed his eyes.

Voldemort looked at him as well; this Mudblood had been mentioned to him by Pettigrew two months ago.

His bloodshot eyes held no emotion, only scrutiny.

This mud-bearer he once looked down on actually affected his plans.

He single-handedly ran over his men like speed bumps.

This gave him a sense of absurd humiliation.

"John May..."

Bang bang bang! !

Three shots in a row!

Before John could even finish speaking, gunfire tore through the air and shot towards Voldemort's forehead.

Voldemort didn't even raise his hand, and the three bullets suddenly froze half an inch from his forehead, as if they were being choked by an invisible giant hand!

The air hummed and vibrated, and the scarlet pupils contracted slightly.

That wasn't the Illusion Charm, nor the Ironclad Charm, but pure magic overriding the laws of physics.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the bullet, which then disintegrated into silvery-gray dust.

Seeing this, John knew he had to eliminate another attack method.

Voldemort's dimension is not on the same level as his at all.

When he sparred with Dumbledore, the reason he was able to injure Dumbledore was indeed purely due to his initial kill.

Voldemort's lips slowly curved into an almost compassionate smile. He raised his fingertip and the spell swayed towards John's brow.

"Avada Kedavra".

Unlike the killing curses of other Death Eaters.

Voldemort's Killing Curse was almost as thick as a thigh; the green curse swept through the air with overwhelming force.

John's pupils contracted sharply, and he swung his wand violently.

Three stone walls rose up from the ground in a row.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The beam of green light failed to reach even a fraction of the Killing Curse; the stone wall shattered into dust like paper, and the remaining force of the beam pierced straight into John's face.

John's neck hairs stood on end, and in the nick of time, he transformed his musket into a shield.

They barely managed to block the deadly curse.

John also took this opportunity to launch a counterattack.

A massive rocky hand suddenly burst from the ground beneath Voldemort's feet and grabbed him completely.

However, it was impossible to squeeze even a fraction of it.

Voldemort activated his Iron Armor Charm, easily blocking the immense pressure of the rocky hand.

John simply changed tactics, lifting Voldemort high into the air and then slamming him hard into the ground!

With a deafening roar, rubble rained down like a storm.

Before John could even confirm the situation, a terrifying green light tore through the smoke and dust once more, hurtling straight towards him.

However, this time, John didn't even have time to come up with a solution.

An even more terrifying red light pierced from his side.

boom! !

The red and green lights collided violently in front of John.

The shockwave sent John flying, landing five meters away.

When he staggered to his feet, he saw that it was Dumbledore.

He emerged slowly from the fireplace, his robes fluttering and his white beard billowing, his gaze piercing behind his crescent-shaped spectacles.

Voldemort frowned when he saw Dumbledore.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore broke through his trap so quickly.

The two spells clashed fiercely in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, causing all the glass windows in the Ministry to tremble.

Everyone was shaken by this force and unable to join the battle to offer any help.

John also knew that with Dumbledore around, Voldemort no longer needed his attention.

He turned his attention back to the remaining Death Eaters.

I plan to clean them all up completely.

However, Voldemort seemed to have sensed his intentions.

With a sudden jerk of the wand, the colliding spells were directed toward the ceiling.

It blasted open a huge gap, sending down a lot of rubble and dust.

Voldemort seized the opportunity to wave his wand again.

A giant serpent of fire, thicker and more intense than the fire serpent the Death Eaters had just unleashed, rose into the air.

The fiery python swept across the entire main hall.

Dumbledore immediately waved his wand, repelling the fire serpent and protecting everyone.

But in no time, the fire serpent exploded with a roar and disappeared from the Ministry of Magic.

Along with Voldemort, several Death Eaters who were still alive also disappeared.

The entire Ministry of Magic finally returned to deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the scene as if they had just escaped a disaster, unable to recover for a long time.

"Dumbledore."

At that moment, Professor Moody led Harry and the others quickly forward from behind.

"Yes, are you all alright?"

"It's nothing." Professor Moody shook his head, then continued to ask.

"What's happening outside?"

Dumbledore did not answer immediately, but looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the window on the top floor.

Fudge poked his head out comically and looked down.

"Connelly, get down."

After saying that casually, he ignored Fudge.

John then joined the group.

His right cheek was scalded by the impact of the spell, leaving a blackened wound from which blood slowly seeped along his jawline.

"John, how are you?"

Harry saw his expression and immediately asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that my ear keeps ringing."

John shook his head, then touched his right cheek and said.

Dumbledore also raised his hand to check John's injuries, speaking apologetically.

"I'm sorry, John, for leaving you to face this alone."

"No, I wanted to come myself."

John waved his hand dismissively and said.

The others looked completely bewildered, having no idea what they were talking about.

Upon seeing this, Dumbledore explained.

"I came here as soon as I received your request for help."

"But Voldemort stopped them on the way."

"He forcibly blocked teleportation in an entire area using dark magic. When I passed through that area, I had to stop and fight him."

"He had prepared many traps and deliberately delayed the process."

As Dumbledore spoke, he shook the burn marks on the hem of his robes, clearly indicating that he had been through a battle before arriving.

"I couldn't get away for a while, but luckily Fox sensed John and went to find him in advance. Then, using the Phoenix's power, he sent John in."

"Voldemort only stopped delaying and rushed over first after he saw Fawkes disappear."

"And I followed after breaking through the last blockade."

Hearing this explanation, Harry and the others finally understood why Dumbledore hadn't come to their aid yet.

Instead, John showed up with Fox.

Speaking of Fox, it has already flown to John's right shoulder.

It gently combed John's charred wound with its beak, and a tear fell from its eye.

The moment that teardrop touched the wound, a faint glow appeared beneath the charred skin.

John felt the burning pain gradually subside, and the buzzing in his right ear also lessened.

However, the hearing in this half of the ear is still somewhat muffled, possibly because the eardrum was damaged by the sound waves at close range.

Phoenix tears have powerful healing properties.

John had heard about this before, but this was the first time he had experienced it firsthand.

"You little bird, I won't pluck your butt feathers anymore."

"Gah!"

Upon hearing John's words, Foxy cried out in protest and flapped his wings, flying back to Dumbledore's shoulder.

Everyone laughed, and even Dumbledore nodded slightly, his blue eyes gleaming with a gentle light.