In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter
Chapter 415: Bloody Triwizard Cup

It's been a long time.

The term used was quite the same, yet it made Dumbledore feel a lot different.

He looked at the same Riddle who had been flanked by many Death Eaters and had made his way to him.

The man was still the same, and the face was still the same, but despite nothing having changed, Dumbledore felt a distinct difference.

"It's been a 'long time' since I've seen you."

Dumbledore said in a soft voice.

"It's been, well, almost fifteen years, I guess?"

Voldemort gazed into his eyes, the expression on his face didn't change a bit.

"It's quite surprising that you can recognize me."

"It is not that surprising to recognize you as you are much different from him, isn't that right?"

The conversation between the two men was like a riddle so that the others present could not make out what was actually being spoken between them.

But everyone held their breath, knowing that once these two men had appeared on the scene it was no longer relevant to them whether there would be a fight or not.

Even if the people following them won an unexpected victory, it would not have any effect on the situation on the whole stage.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Voldemort laughed heartily, and everyone felt his mood, relaxed, happy, excited, joyful!

"Yes! That damned thing has kept me suppressed for 15 whole years! Now at last I'm back! It's time for me to take back control of the world, and no one can stop me anymore, no one!"

His grim gaze was fixed on Dumbledore, with a twisted expression that sent chills through the bodies of everyone standing behind Dumbledore.

Even the Death Eaters who had clustered around Voldemort sensed something different from this lord of theirs.

He was far more insane, twisted and cruel than he had ever been before!

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"Are you that sure that you can do better than him?"

Voldemort suddenly went quiet.

No matter who it was, they all could feel a chill emanating from the man after Dumbledore had uttered those words.

"You think that I would be inferior to him?"

It was clear that his voice was bland and cold, but it still raised a thick sense of unease in the hearts of everyone present.

"Judging by the comparison of what he has managed to accomplish after he became you, and what you achieved before he came, he perhaps could accomplish more than yo-."

"Then let's find out today!"

Voldemort suddenly interrupted Dumbledore's unspoken words with a gruff voice, and he raised his wand in his hand with a face full of ruthlessness!

"Who the bloody hell is! Could do better!"

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"Are you really going to fight me?"

Voldemort looked at Jon who had a sword and wand in his hand, the smile on his face remained the same.

Jon raised the wand in his hand.

"You were forced out of your own body, and now that you have possessed Draco's body, you surely can't use your full strength properly, right?"

"You are right, I can only muster the magic within this boy's body, in a way that is not so overpowering, you could even say it is feeble." Voldemort said lightly, "But have you forgotten what I told you Jon, the strength of the soul is what makes you truly strong, I may not dare to face that lousy old man Dumbledore now, but are you really as strong as Dumbledore?"

Jon pressed the ring he carried in front of him with the hand that held the hilt of his sword, and the next moment the levitation charm was in effect silently!

"Whether it can or not, let's just try it!"

His entire body rose into mid-air while he waved the wand in his hand!

The silent transfiguration spell was instantly activated, and the pieces of desks and chairs around him turned into countless thick chains in the next second, winding towards the direction where Voldemort was standing.

Jon, on the other hand, turned into a dark shadow in the air and rushed towards Voldemort with the Gryffindor sword in his hand!

He knew very well the gap between himself and Voldemort.

Even if Voldemort was temporarily borrowing Draco's body, just by the black mist surrounding him, Jon knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat Voldemort if it was just a contest of magic.

He would have to exploit the one strength that Voldemort was now certainly inferior to him, and that was physical strength!

How well Voldemort's own body had been tempered and whether it had undergone any kind of magical transformation Jon was not sure, but Draco, the young lord born with a golden spoon in his mouth, was certainly not as physically strong as he could be.

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As for whether killing Draco would violate the pact between him and Lucius.

If at this point in time, Jon was still considering such a question, then he simply shouldn't even resist!

Jon's series of strikes were quick, and in the span of a second, the chains from the transfiguration spell had reached a distance of about three metres around Voldemort.

But before the chains, each of which was the thickness of a baby's arm, could take hold, the black fog that had been surrounding Voldemort erupted!

The moment the chains came into contact with the black fog, the chains, which had been transformed and had the same quality as steel, made a series of violent cracking sounds.

At that moment, Jon had already reached Voldemort's face with his sword!

The smile on Voldemort's face hadn't even changed, he didn't even try to dodge, he just raised his wand in his hand, without reciting an incantation or waving the wand, and a dazzling green light flashed out!

The moment Jon saw the tip of the wand light up, the hairs on his body stood upright!

Almost by instinct, he cancelled the levitation charm on his body without hesitation, and narrowly twisted out of the way of Voldemort's killing curse while his body plunged down!

But just as his body had fallen to the floor, and Jon was about to get up from the ground.

Voldemort stretched out his hand, and the black mist that had scattered around him became an extension of his arm, and rushed towards the wooden door of the room where the Triwizard Cup was hidden!

The trophy, which would become the final proof of the championship, was wrapped up in the black fog and slammed down on Jon, who had just risen from the floor, with tremendous force!

"Thud!"

The hard trophy hit Jon's chest so hard that the tremendous impact caused him to roll around several times on the ground, and only when he hit the wall in the deepest part of the Forbidden Books section did he come to a halt.

"Poof!"

Scarlet blood and bits of meat spurted on top of the trophy, and at the same time, Jon's name was visible on the surface of the cup as proof of the championship!

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