410 Chapter 409 Fate with the Lestrange Family (2 in 1)

Jon was sure that it was the Gryffindor's sword that he was holding in his hand.

For it was the only thing that could be pulled out of the Sorting Hat, and as to why he could pull the sword out now when he hadn't been able to pick it up from the Headmaster's desk at all before, he could only chalk it up to the fact that the magic Gryffindor had once put on his hat was extremely powerful, and even with all the efforts Voldemort had made, he hadn't been able to break the link between the sword and the hat.

The moment the sword blade, which reflected a cold glint made contact with the black mist, it melted through it like a blazing hot knife melting through butter.

Jon did not know any swordsmanship, but after he discovered the restraining effect of the Gryffindor sword on the black mist, he did not hesitate for a moment to wave it around.

Instantly, a half-metre radius around him turned into a vacant zone, with not a single trace of black gas still remaining!

"There's no way a Gryffindor's sword is capable of something like this!"

Voldemort, who had formed out of the black mist and was far enough away to avoid Jon's sword blade, gritted his teeth and spoke.

'What did you do to that sword!'

Jon actually asked the Sorting Hat this question in his mind, it was also true that he was under the impression that Gryffindor's sword was not that powerful either.

"Not me or you, don't forget what was done to this sword by him." The Sorting Hat said loudly in Jon's mind, "The Gryffindor sword has been linked to this castle, and Jon you are now fighting for the castle, so of course someone will be helping you too!"

Just as the words of Voldemort sounded in Jon's ears, the Gryffindor sword in his hand visibly lit up with a faint glow.

It was obviously not a function that the sword itself possessed, but it gave Jon a huge boost!

For the first time against this black mist, Jon, who had been running away, launched a counterattack!

He stepped forward and slashed down with the sword, and the black mist no longer pursued Jon as it had before, but instead began to retreat backwards under Jon's step-by-step intimidation.

Under the coercion of his raised sword, the black fog clustered around Voldemort had retreated to the coloured glass, as if it had in turn been forced by Jon to the point of no return.

"I wasn't wrong about one thing, was I, Voldemort." Jon stared at the shadowy face of Voldemort, made of black mist, "You're not 'you' at all, you're just a useless scrap, a cast-off to be given to his men as a tool and a weapon."

"Nonsense! There is no way anyone can replace me! The 'me' that I was will not, and the 'me' that came later will not! I am what I am!"

As if some crucial nerve had been struck by Jon's words, Voldemort suddenly screamed!

A black mist rose up with his mood swings, and Jon ignored the black mist that was rearing up around him, seemingly brazenly, and instead aimed his sword straight at the upper half of Voldemort's human form in the position of the heart and stabbed it down without hesitation!

"Bang!"

The Gryffindor sword's tip struck something hard as if it was not just a black fog, and a clear sound of metal meeting stone was heard!

The next moment a black ring suddenly fell from mid-air and landed on the floor with a series of loud noises.

Then the black mist that had seemed endless in the corridor began to shrink in an instant, as if it had been sucked up by a powerful vacuum cleaner, and poured in towards the ring with resurrection stone that had fallen to the floor!

Even Voldemort himself was not spared.

He stared at Jon with an incomparable resentment, as if he wanted to skin him with such a glare, but before he could utter a word, he was sucked into the ring with the rest of the black mist!

In a matter of seconds, the corridor, which had been a hellish place, was completely silent.

Only Jon was left gasping for breath with the Gryffindor sword in hand.

During his escape he had seen through the strengths and limitations of the black mist, the ring of resurrection stone left behind by Voldemort himself, most probably still a Horcrux, had an extremely bizarre dark magic attached to it.

This gave the remnants left behind in the ring the ability to directly deprive people of their lives, a magic that, with the power of the Resurrection Stone itself, was virtually insoluble.

But Jon now had the help of the entire Hogwarts castle, and with Voldemort's long-standing infestation of the castle over the years, there was arguably no one else in the world who would be more familiar with Voldemort's power than the castle, and the castle's magic was attached to the Gryffindor sword, giving Jon the ability to fight these black mists.

And that was the limitation of the Black Mist.

Once there was a targeted approach, that black fog completely ceased to be of any use, as the Horcrux itself could not do much damage to people directly, and that Voldemort, who had been transformed from the black fog, was no longer a threat to Jon.

All Jon had to do was focus on the location of the Resurrection Stone, and it would have made all those arrangements made by Voldemort futile.

Of course, since the Gryffindor sword in this time and place had not been tempered with the Basilisk's venom, it could not directly destroy the Horcrux. The sword that Jon had just used had only completely broken the black mist magic that Voldemort had inflicted on the Horcrux, while the Resurrection Stone Ring itself was still a Horcrux.

The fact that Voldemort had kept a Horcrux was enough to surprise Jon, and the fact that he had given it to his men to use as a weapon made him feel even more unusual.

Because of this, after getting the ring, Jon had no intention of keeping it in his hand.

He hid the ring in one of the Gryffindor common room's dorms to be on the safe side, planning to wait until the Triwizard Tournament ended to discuss with Dumbledore what to do with the Horcrux.

With the Resurrection Ring placed, Jon carried the sword out of the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

Now that the problem of the Black Mist was solved, then the rest of the Lestrange father and son would need him to solve just the same.

Rather than staying in the library with Emil, who had obviously discovered that Jon was solving the riddle concerning the Triwizard Cup hidden in the castle, Brandon let Emil stay behind and continue to follow the clues Jon had found, while he followed the trail of the Black Mist in the direction Jon had fled.

Voldemort had left him with the clear task of having to be the one to kill Jon himself, while Emil took up the task of looking for the Triwizard Cup.

Brandon may not have had much of an impressive ability, or he couldn't have failed to exhibit much of a ringing reputation while his brother and sister-in-law were still alive, but the key thing about him was that he carried out any orders Voldemort gave him without missing even a word or letter in the order.

So he followed suit and rushed up to the seventh floor of the castle, finding the staircase that led to the Gryffindor common room, and just as he reached the door where the Gryffindor common room once was, and carefully prepared to walk in, a hand suddenly reached out from the wall and grabbed his wand!

A look of horror crossed Brandon's face, and just as he was about to force his wand back out of the slim, not-very-strong-looking hand, Jon had snapped it!

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound and Brandon's wand was snapped hard by Jon!

The dragon heartstring's wand core glowed with a faint red light, and by this time Brandon had already reacted quickly, decisively abandoning his broken wand and trying to get out of the way and back out of the Gryffindor common room.

However, before he could even exit through the hole, a sword with a cold gleam of light plunged abruptly into his chest!

Under Brandon's incredulous gaze, Jon walked out from the Gryffindor common room, throwing away his wand, which had been snapped in half, with one hand, while holding the hilt of the Gryffindor sword and looking calmly at Brandon, whose eyes were already losing their sparkle with the other hand.

"Go down there and say hello to your brother and sister-in-law for me."

With that, Jon pulled the sword out of Brandon's chest.

The scarlet blood fell in drops down the shiny blade, something that was so obvious in front of the empty staircase.

And the subsequent sound of Brandon falling completely on his back was even more abrupt.

Jon shook the sword off emotionlessly, and soon the Gryffindor sword was as shiny and new again as it had been at the start.

This wasn't the first time Jon had killed someone, he certainly didn't feel anything, moreover, there was a funny coincidence about it.

Everyone he had killed so far, had the family name Lestrange.

A very interesting pattern.

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"Confringo!"

Looking at the wooden door in front of him, Emil used a blasting curse with indignation.

But the explosion only caused the wooden door, which looked so weak, to rattle without damaging it a single bit.

This could not help but annoy Emil even more.

He had been examining the wooden door for a good long time since he had been separated from Brandon, but he could not find anything crucial in it.

He was certainly not as familiar with the castle as Jon or Draco and had no clue as to what might possibly be the last hurdle before attaining the Triwizard Cup.

Emil had used all the violence he could muster today, but none of it had the slightest effect on the door, which made him very anxious inside.

He shouldn't have been so anxious, as Brandon was already chasing after Jon with something that Voldemort had left behind, so there was no chance of Jon surviving this time regardless of what might happen.

That meant that in the next period of time, Emil could focus all his attention on finding the Triwizard Cup without worrying about who else might be a threat to him.

As for Draco, who should have been entering the castle for the tournament by this time, Emil had never given that kid a second thought, and there had been an internal consensus even before the tournament started that the final title would be Emil's to win.

But it was a situation that should have put Emil's worries to rest, but it still made him feel agitated.

And it was amid this agitation that the door to the library, which had begun to shake, was suddenly opened from the outside!

When he heard the movement, Emil's heart was first filled with joy, thinking that his father had solved Jon and had come to help him solve the puzzle of getting the Triwizard Cup, but when he saw the figure that had entered the library in the darkness of the night, a coldness swept through his body!

"Why you! Where's my father!"

Hearing Emil's questioning, in which he seemed to have lost his mind, Jon simply walked slowly into the library with a sword in one hand and his wand in the other.

"The Lestrange family and I really do have a lot of fate; First, it was that little uncle of yours called Rabastan, then the couple called Rodolphus and Bella who are your aunt and uncle, and now your own father Brandon. The world really is a wonderful place, I used to scoff at the so-called fate, but when you think about it, maybe your fate might have been predestined a long time ago?"

Emil's eyes were filled with blood.

He must have thought of the terrible consequences when he saw Jon emerge unscathed.

But he still didn't dare to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it!

"You ditched him, didn't you! You sneaked back in and tried to catch me to threaten him, didn't you!"

It was as if they were talking to each other, but Emil wasn't listening to what Jon was lamenting, and Jon didn't want to answer Emil's self-deceiving question.

"To be honest, I've never looked at anything with prejudice before, but my experiences over the years have made me wonder if all people with the family name Lestrange are actually bad."

Jon had walked into the Forbidden Zone as he muttered to himself again.

"Unfortunately so far, no one has been able to prove me wrong in this impression, just as your family is fated to be a bunch of bad guys, isn't that right, Emil Lestrange?"

"Avada Kedavra!!!"

Emil couldn't contain his anger laced with fear any longer, and with a red face and an almost snarling voice, he chanted the killing curse against Jon!

But Jon simply side-stepped without a care, and the miserable green light fell short, leaving a small fissure of black fumes on the otherwise smooth ground.

Jon, who was already well versed in the three Unforgivable Curses, could see that Emil had not yet learnt the killing curse, and even if he hit himself with the curse in his rage, he would still fail, or at most, he would just bleed to the ground and fall unconscious.

As if he had lost his mind, Emil kept chanting the killing curse, trying to kill Jon to avenge his father's death, but even these failed spells, none of them hit their target, and instead, Jon was already in front of him.

Without wielding his sword, Jon simply extended the hand that held the Gryffindor sword, and as it neared Emil's body, the general counter-spell immediately took effect, instantly erasing the shield charm from his body, while his other hand flicked his wand.

In the next moment, the last scion of the main house of the Lestrange family fell to the ground with endless hatred and resentment.

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