In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Jon wasn't actually sure if he was ready or not.

Perhaps he could have perfected his magic a little more, perhaps he could have continued to go a little deeper regarding the arrangements in the Ministry of Magic, and then perhaps he could have thought of something else to bring out.

But Jon also knew that Voldemort wouldn't leave him that much time.

As Grindelwald had said, nothing in this world could be held back until it was perfectly prepared.

And Jon knew full well that now was the time for him to face this problem.

"I expected you to continue to hide and let that loser old man step out again."

Voldemort's voice was calm, and his tone did not hide the surprise he felt after seeing Jon alone.

Jon took a deep breath, he still held the Elder wand in his hand, except that nowadays it was not just limited to the role of a spell-casting tool.

"There's nothing to be surprised about this, didn't you always expect to see this situation in front of you as it is today, with me standing right here in front of you."

Voldemort smiled, it was a casual smile, yet one could feel the gloom in it!

"So what have you been doing all these days? What happened to the things you stole from me?"

Jon, however, didn't answer this question of his, there were some things he didn't want to say more than he had to because he knew very well that Voldemort himself wasn't actually sure what Jon had actually done with that time-turner.

The more he said now, the more wrong it might get.

Rather than waste more time talking, he should just get it over with!

Jon waved his wand, and without reciting a spell, a golden-red flame rose in the sky, illuminating the sky that had been shrouded by the black mist behind Voldemort!

The moment Jon appeared to engage in a confrontation with Voldemort, Lupin and the others had already held off on retreating their personnel.

Although they knew that they could not help much at all in such a battle, they were also unwilling to just leave Jon alone and let him face Voldemort and those Death Eaters.

In the sky, Jon had already taken the initiative to launch an attack, and on the ground, the Death Eaters and Witching Horizon were also clashing with each other.

They were all watching the situation in the sky, and everyone knew clearly that this war, which had been started in the seventies, was going to be decided on the final outcome today!

Those golden-red Nirvana flames that belonged to the Phoenix alone had a killing power that was not inferior to that of the Fiendfyre, as it directly acted on the soul, and it was much easier for Jon to control it in his hands.

But Voldemort as if he didn't care about this little means in his eyes, just gently shook the black robe on his body, and that burst of black mist rewrapped the whole sky, and even attached to these flames along with it, all of them were suppressed!

Originally, it was these flames that had dealt a blow to Voldemort's soul when he tried to invade Jon's body in Hogwarts Castle, but in the present day, it was as if it did not affect him at all, and he was at leisure to grasp the situation.

"The same trick won't work the second time around."

Voldemort opened his arms, the hem of his black robe rattling in the wind beneath him!

That rich black colour set him off like the lord of this world!

"Jon Green, don't think I can't guess! The only people who can go against me are those who are like me! There is no difference between us! And your soul is not native to this world at all! Am I right?"

Jon didn't show much shock at the fact that he had guessed and uttered where he came from with no scruples like that.

Just like Voldemort said, Jon was investigating his origins, and if by now, Voldemort couldn't guess some of Jon's hidden secrets, then he wouldn't be as accomplished as he is today.

"Don't compare me to you."

Jon just said in a cold voice, with countless invisible sharp blades surrounding his body.

"Although I have never felt that I am a good person, it would be too insulting to put me together with you."

"Buzz!"

The instant Jon's words fell, countless sharp blades cut through the air!

The entire sky shrouded in darkness seemed to emit a miserable wail!

Then the black mist was sliced through with a huge cutting mark, and almost the instant the mark appeared, Voldemort stretched out his left hand, which was not holding his wand.

Without much extra movement, he simply snapped his fingers, and the black mist that had been chopped and collapsed regrouped, while a sound like the clash of metal rang out.

"Severus's small trick, even if it has been improved a bit by you, a small trick is still just a small trick after all."

From the beginning to the end, he had a light-hearted look, like he didn't give a damn about all of Jon's tactics.

He really didn't need to be concerned, after completing the complete fusion of the two souls, no one in this world would be his opponent.

Only after Dumbledore killed him once with the power of the Death, Jon took advantage of the weakness and discomfort of his resurrection to kill him once by trickery.

Now, of course, such a chance will never come again, and Voldemort is unlikely to give such a chance to them again.

Hearing Voldemort sneer like that, Jon also acted flatly, like he didn't care at all that none of his attacks had worked.

"I've actually been trying to understand something."

This was the first time that Jon had taken the initiative to come to Voldemort with a question.

Black mist loomed around Voldemort, setting him off in an increasingly mysterious and shadowy manner.

"Tell me."

"You fused two souls to have a stronger 'will' to cast spells, right?"

Voldemort laughed softly.

"A wizard's spell casting is either in magic or in the soul, otherwise what do you think I was doing it for?"

"But the soul does not represent the totality of the 'will'."

Jon looked at Voldemort, at the dark wizard who towered over him like a god.

"How does it help magic if it's just a strong soul, but emotionally lacking?"

Hearing Jon's words, a look of disgust suddenly appeared on Voldemort's face.

"You're not going to talk to me about love like Dumbledore, are you?"

Jon shook his head.

"The Professor was actually saying that the emotion of love is the most powerful in spell casting, and that's actually true, but in the end, just like people, there's essentially no up or down or high or low for any emotion. But no matter what kind of spell, there always has to be an emotion in it, right? What kind of emotions are you mixing in when you cast your spells?"

"Is it only the desire for power?"

Hearing Jon's last comment, Voldemort narrowed his smile.

"You think it's unnatural to cast spells with desire? Then tell me, what kind of emotions are not desires? Isn't love or hate a desire itself?"

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