Chapter 492 490. Death and Resurrection
It was as if the whole world stood still.
Jon's broken body was covered in blood, like a rag doll dyed red.
But Voldemort's situation is undoubtedly more miserable.
There was not a single intact part of his whole body, and that handsome face was also torn to pieces by the invisible sharp blade at this time, and some parts even showed bones!
At this time, the tail feather that Jon was holding in his hand had already sunk deeply into the socket of Voldemort's left eye!
"AHH!!"
After the extreme silence, there was a howl of pain that could tear apart the space!
Voldemort's whole body trembled, and a column of scarlet blood spewed out from his completely blinded eye!
His body struggled, the pain was hundreds of times more severe than the Cruciatus Curse, and it seemed as if his entire consciousness was about to be lost!
He wanted to recite the spell vaguely, but he couldn't say any spells at all. He could only keep making a "whooping" sound, which gathered the surrounding black mist and formed a huge repelling force, trying to drive Joe away. Grace Zhenfei!
But Jon kept pulling Voldemort's hair tightly, as if trying to pull off his scalp with such force!
Jon didn't let go of the feather in his hand, but smashed it into Voldemort's head even harder, and then gave it a stir!
"You will not die!!"
Blood mixed with some white matter splashed onto his face, but Jon still kept his eyes fixed on Voldemort on the ground, and continued to smash down the feathers until the tail feathers were broken in half!
And the corpse on the ground has long been silent, leaving only one eye that has completely lost its spirit, and it is still looking at Jon in a terrifying way.
Jon gasped heavily, looking at Voldemort's **** face, he suddenly laughed silently.
"You are also human, and you will die if you are killed."
Then, he stood up staggeringly, with blood still dripping from his body, the wounds bitten by poisonous snakes had begun to turn black, and Jon's vision began to blur.
But he still stood firm to not let his consciousness faint, because he knew it was not the time to relax yet.
Jon staggered to Dumbledore's side. Dumbledore had fainted at some point, his eyes were closed and his brows were tight, as if he hadn't determined who the final winner was before he fell into a coma. .
The blood-stained hand grabbed Dumbledore's old hand, and Jon fell to his knees powerlessly.
He didn't have the strength to stand up anymore, but the levitating spell on the ring was still in effect.
Leading him and Dumbledore to move slowly towards the area outside the main hall, Jon finally sensed the range of the anti-apparition magic that escaped, and his breathing became weaker and weaker, and the light in front of him also faded away. It was getting dimmer and dimmer, and just when his heartbeat was about to stop, a faint golden-red light began to spread from his body.
After covering Dumbledore and himself, the two figures completely disappeared in the Ministry of Magic.
The battlefield has finally returned to tranquility.
Only the bloodstains everywhere on the ground, the collapsed walls, dense gravel pits, and the corpse lying on the ground with half a feather in its eye socket can prove what happened here.
I don't know how long it took, it might be ten minutes after Jon took Dumbledore away, or it might be half an hour later.
They had been guarding on the lower floor of the main hall. After Dandy and the other Death Eaters never heard the follow-up voice, they finally couldn't help but came to the main hall tremblingly.
Then they saw a scene that seemed to have been ravaged by a hurricane.
"Look!"
Dandy turned his head and looked at the direction that the Death Eater was looking at, and his pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinholes!
"Master Master"
He muttered, unable to believe that the corpse lying on the ground was the person he had sworn to be loyal to for the rest of his life!
"What a master!"
The Death Eater who first discovered Voldemort's body finally came to his senses. His teeth were chattering, and he couldn't help but exclaim!
"Master is dead! Dumbledore has won!"
While he blurted out this sentence, the same message rose in the minds of Dandy and another Death Eater!
They surrounded Voldemort's body, and they couldn't even hold their breath!
As a loyal follower of Voldemort, none of them thought that such a powerful person would die.
Especially if he died in such a duel, the death condition is even more miserable!
"What to do. What to do now?"
One of the Death Eaters raised his head and looked at the other two tremblingly.
But even Dandy, who has always been clear-headed, was at a loss at this time.
Voldemort is their spiritual belief, and now that such belief has collapsed, what should they do?
Are you waiting to accept Wu Pingxian's reckoning?
Or are they buried here with their masters?
Dandy and the others were at a loss, and didn't even know whether to spread the news immediately.
And just as they were staring at the corpse in a daze, a cloud of black mist that appeared from nowhere suddenly enveloped the place!
The three Death Eaters were all knocked to the ground by an inexplicable force.
Black mist poured into Voldemort's broken body, and then, a pale hand was raised.
He propped himself up on the ground and stood up slowly. The tattered body began to heal continuously, and even the tattered fabric began to return to its original state.
Just after he stood up completely, that pale hand held the broken tail feather, and slowly pulled it out from his eye socket!
This scene completely stunned the three of Dandy.
And just after Voldemort was resurrected, he just glanced indifferently at the three Death Eaters who were stunned in place, and then waved his hand.
The next moment, the miserable green light shrouded the space again.
There was no sound of howling from the dead, until the corpse fell to the ground, they were still unaware of their own death, leaving only a muffled sound of "plop".
Voldemort's face was even paler than before.
There were not many fluctuations in his eyes, but when he was staring at the pool of blood in the distance, the corners of his cold mouth slightly curled up.
"Very good. Jon Green, you are always far beyond my expectations. But do you really think you can change anything?"
(end of this chapter)