In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 307. 305. Put down the magic wand
Basilisk fangs are highly poisonous.

The horror of this toxin can even destroy the Horcrux used to store the soul.

Not to mention that Jon directly inserted the front half of the fang through Rodolphs' throat into Bella's chest with such incomparably powerful force!
Blood spurted, flowing on the clean ground that could be used as a mirror.

Bella was completely unable to make the slightest sound, and the expression on her face was finally fixed on that kind of madness and ferocity.

Jon was panting heavily, and the viscous blood had blocked his vision. He could only see that the surroundings were bright and quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear the breathing of many people.

At this time, the pain from the wounds on his legs and arms hit his brain like a tide, but he still insisted on not being knocked down by the sharp pain, but raised his trembling right hand and erased Viscous blood on the face.

Afterwards, he finally realized exactly where he was now.

There were so many people around, so many that Jon couldn't count for a while.

Among these people, whether it was a wizard in a gorgeous gown, a reporter holding a camera, or the students gathered together, they all stood there dumbfounded.

Jon was also stunned.

He looked around blankly. Regarding the matter of the Triwizard Tournament, he decided to hold it after entering the ice labyrinth of the North Pole, so he had no idea where Fox had brought him.

But while he was in a daze, behind Jon, an old hand grabbed his back collar very quickly, and then pulled him back suddenly!
The next moment, at the position where Jon was originally, a dark green spell left a pothole that was emitting white smoke on the smooth floor.

Voldemort's face was expressionless, but anyone who was close to him could see his suppressed, twitching face!
At some point, he raised the wand in his hand, and the tip of the wand was aimed at the spot where the green spell fell.

Dumbledore looked at him indifferently, then pulled Jon to McGonagall behind him, and he slowly pulled out the wand in his hand.

"So, are you planning to break the blood oath so soon and kill a warrior who is going to compete?"

Dumbledore's old voice echoed throughout the Great Hall.

At this moment, all the other talents on the scene recovered from the indescribable shock!
The strong smell of blood permeated everyone's noses. On the huge bloody flower on the ground, Rodolphs and Bella died in an extremely miserable state.

Exclamations followed by screams began to sound one after another.

There was an uproar.

A reporter with a keen sense of smell has subconsciously pressed the shutter of the camera, trembling all over, nervous mixed with excitement, excited with a little fear, constantly recording this scene that is enough to cause a sensation in Europe!
The Lestranges had never been unknown. As Voldemort's well-known Death Eaters who had been active in the wizarding world since his fortune, most of the people present recognized their faces.

Even if there are wizards who don't know each other, from the few words of other people, you can hear how important this pair of wizards are to Voldemort!
The magic school students who were brought here for selection covered their faces when they were young. The girls screamed, and the boys opened their mouths with instinctive panic on their faces. Most of them felt a burst of panic. Cold hands and feet.

The flush of excitement had faded from Draco's face, and he looked at Bella lying in a pool of blood in shock. This woman from the Black family was his mother's sister, his aunt.

He couldn't get close to this notorious aunt since he was a child. Compared with Voldemort, who had become "kind and amiable" since he could remember, this crazy woman who had never woken up brought him the biggest psychological shadow.

But now, this psychological shadow is dead.

Just like that, she died in front of Draco's eyes, and the person who killed her was a student who seemed to be his age and grade, from another student who was his opponent in the next Triwizard Tournament.

Draco's face was bloodless. With trembling lips, he looked at the boy who had been pulled behind by Dumbledore and was covered in blood.

The boy named Jon, who was being protected in McGonagall's arms, seemed to have sensed his gaze, and he raised his blood-stained face and smiled "kindly".

Draco trembled uncontrollably, a heat flow completely out of control, and soon the wet feeling spread all over his lower body.
Not only Draco, but everyone turned their eyes from the bodies of the Lestrange couple on the ground to Jon.

Even though his body was covered in blood, people could still see his astonishingly young face!
too young.

Jon's appearance is very young, no one who sees him will think that he is over sixteen years old, at most he is a third or fourth grade student!

And it was just such a young student who, in front of everyone present, pierced the fang that was originally inserted in Rodolphs' throat into Bella's chest!

Everyone could hear the mad woman's desperate and frenzied scream at the end.

It is clear that I will never forget it in this life.

But no matter how shocked the other bystanders were at the moment, as the camp of the Lestranges, surrounded by Voldemort, those Death Eaters immediately raised their wands together with their master.

And the direction the wand was aiming at was Jon, who had been blocked by Dumbledore and protected by Mag in his arms!

The surrounding screams and exclamations were gradually subsided by the tense atmosphere, and Dumbledore's faint voice sounded again.

"If you already feel that the subsequent Triwizard Tournament is meaningless, then you can do it now, Voldemort."

Anyone can now see that Voldemort's livid and extremely ugly expression is completely different from the one he was five minutes ago.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, he twitched the corners of his mouth, as if it was very difficult to open his clenched teeth!
"Drop your wand!"

The order was clearly addressed to the Death Eaters around him.

Those who witnessed Bella's death were of course very unwilling to let Jon go like this, but no one dared to disobey Voldemort's order.

The raised wands were put down one by one, and with the actions of these Death Eaters, the hearts of the wizards in the banquet hall who had been hanging on were finally slowly let go.

(End of this chapter)