In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 418: Another Phoenix

The battle for the French Ministry of Magic has come to an end.

At the end of the day, the battle between Voldemort and Dumbledore seemed to be a draw, but it was only a superficial showdown.

The two parties themselves could feel that if the battle dragged on much longer, Voldemort would be the one to lose in the end.

So in the end it may seem that the result was a draw, but it was the wizards of the Witching Horizon who actually remained in the French Ministry of Magic.

Behind Dumbledore, Iniesta and the others of course saw this and after Voldemort had chaotically left with his men, there was a loud cheer from everyone!

But Dumbledore personally only had a frown on his face instead of showing much joy.

Since the Voldemort he now encountered here was the one that clearly did not fuse Horcruxes, where was the other Voldemort who had fused Horcruxes?

"You guys stay here and wait for word from Britain while I go back to Hogwarts to check, don't enter beyond this boundary until you have confirmation that Jon has been victorious."

With the matter explained Dumbledore was swept up in the glow from Fawkes and disappeared from the French Ministry of Magic.

And by the time he returned to the Hogwarts school, the golden flames that had wrapped around the castle had disappeared.

But all the students and faculty who had seen this scene did not immediately return to their tents to rest but stayed outside the castle.

With all the commotion that had just taken place, everyone could guess that something extraordinary had happened in the castle, and many had a feeling that the winner would soon emerge from the castle with the trophy.

By this time, Dumbledore had also returned to Rosier's side, and he listened as Rosier recounted to him what had just happened in the castle, and then he looked deep into the castle as if he had understood something.

Fawkes, standing on Dumbledore's shoulder, looked at Hogwarts castle, his light gold eyes inclined with a look as if he already knew everything in advance.

And just as everyone was staring at the castle, the doors of the castle were suddenly opened from the inside.

Outside the castle, everyone instantly fell silent.

At first, the silence only lingered among the students at the front, closest to the castle door, but it was as if the silence was contagious, those at the back when realised that those in front of them were holding their breath and looking towards the castle, they also fell silent, their eyes fixed on the castle door that had been opened.

Everyone was wondering who was coming out of the castle, and of course most of the students there were hoping that Emil or Draco would be the final victor, but they felt a little unrealistic if that was what was going to happen.

But when the figure appeared at the main door, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief and bewilderment.

The boy who emerged from the castle was a boy of six years old at most, with blond hair floated by the night wind and a pair of extremely rare pale golden eyes on his boyish face, which would have killed both men and women if he had walked down the street normally.

But that calm, indifferent expression was not something that a normal six-year-old could possibly have.

And everyone saw what he was holding in each hand, it was Draco Malfoy and Emil Lestrange, the two champions representing Hogwarts Castle side!

Draco's face was white as a sheet, but he was still breathing faintly, but Emil's face gave a glimpse of the deadly blue-grey pallor in it.

He was dead; while Jon had suppressed the dark thoughts in his mind that were fuelled by the dark magic and had not killed him, Voldemort had helped him to do so.

The black fog that filled the library simply did not distinguish between friend and foe, and Emil, who had merely been lying on the floor while affected by a stunning spell, had been reaped from his life in such a way that Jon could not help but sigh a little when he found him dead.

The Lestrange family had been sort of loyal to Voldemort, and now the last of the main blood had actually been killed by Voldemort himself, which was ironic.

Even though his body had undergone a bizarre change, Jon's physical qualities didn't seem to have changed with it, and he easily hauled up the two stiff, heavy bodies of Emil and Draco, while controlling the Triwizard Cup with a levitation charm, and made his way out of the castle.

Everyone outside the castle was looking at him, both the students of Hogwarts Castle and the wagon students met his eyes with shocked expressions.

Even if it was so quiet outside that all you could hear was the whistling wind, Jon could read that question in their eyes.

'Who the hell are you!'

"Ahem, I'm Jon Green."

Jon looked over to Matthew, who was also standing frozen, and introduced himself in a slightly awkward childish voice that had obviously become childlike as well.

Matthew reacted at the sound of his voice and he looked at Jon up and down as if he had seen a ghost, and then looked at the Triwizard Cup that was floating in mid-air.

The cup had been enchanted so that the first person to touch it would have his or her name marked and would be the winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

And it was Jon's name that was marked on the cup at this very moment!

But while it's true that the boy in front of him resembled Jon in many ways, just this morning everyone saw that the person who walked in was a 14 or 15-year-old boy named Jon, not a little boy who, from the looks of it, didn't necessarily look old enough to even be in school!

Well, now Jon had defeated Voldemort, got the title and in the end was actually in agony over how to prove he was himself.

It was at this point that Dumbledore, however, had walked up the steps of the castle with a smile on his face.

"You met him?"

"I've even been killed by him once."

Jon threw Draco and Emil to the ground and looked at his tender, white hands with a frown.

"But I may not have killed him, Professor, the thing Mr Slytherin gave us worked, but he didn't look as dead as expected."

"Why didn't you call Fawkes over as soon as he arrived?"

The expression on Dumbledore's face turned serious when he heard Jon say that he had died once.

Jon raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"This Voldemort is very different, the first thing he did was search and destroy that feather from me. But luckily, we have another phoenix as of today, don't you agree, Fawkes?"

Fawkes jumped onto his shoulder and rubbed his face affectionately.

And Matthew, who was standing at the side staring as if he had heard something terrific, and at some point his back soaked in a cold sweat.

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