Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 306 The Best Captain
The smell of blood filled the air, covering up the sweet aroma of cream and wine .
The fire in the fireplace was clearly burning fiercely, but the wizards present felt a chill in their hearts as they looked at Rodolphus and Bella, the Death Eaters, who died with their eyes open in the middle of the hall.
After ordering all the Death Eaters to put away their wands, Voldemort sat back in the main chair.
The originally ugly expression on his face seemed to have faded, and he had no expression on his face. His eyes were even colder than the permafrost on the Arctic ice field, and he stared at Jon intently.
Rabastan's death brought him back all the information about the boy, and let him know who was the person who caused a big fuss in Hogwarts Castle, rescued many Mudbloods, and then destroyed the arrangements he had made more than ten years ago on the sea, directly causing him serious injuries.
And now, this was the first time Voldemort saw Jon in person.
Jon noticed the look, too.
Although he still hadn't figured out the exact situation at the scene, it didn't stop him from recognizing Voldemort's young, handsome face with a nose.
This was the first time Voldemort had met Jon, but it was not the first time Jon had seen him in person.
When he was lurking in Hogwarts Castle in his second year, on the first night of school, when he came out of the basement, Jon saw Voldemort leaving the hall for the first time.
In this scene, facing Voldemort's cold gaze, which seemed to be able to send out Avada Kedavra, John did not avoid it in fear, nor did he make any provocation.
He just looked at her calmly, thinking silently in his heart.
These are just interest...
"very good."
Voldemort's cold praise echoed throughout the banquet hall.
"It's great, a gorgeous appearance, a bloody performance, a fearless warrior..."
It sounded like he was giving a compliment, but no one could hear even a hint of praise in his tone.
Although the coldness and resentment contained in the voice were hidden well, they could still be captured by someone with a keen eye.
This man, who had been a local tyrant in Britain for a full ten years, was extremely rare in that he could not suppress his rage over one thing, but he still insisted on restraining it!
In the entire banquet hall, except for the members of the Wizarding World led by Dumbledore, most other wizards were silent.
They were all afraid that Voldemort would not be able to control his anger and start killing people here.
But there were still a few sober wizards who knew that Voldemort would not take action today no matter what.
It wasn't because he was afraid of Dumbledore, nor was he afraid of anything.
Instead, he and Dumbledore had already sworn a blood oath before the Triwizard Tournament officially began.
With magic of this level, it is impossible for the contract to be broken so easily.
When John just appeared, the Killing Curse he used, to which Dumbledore reacted, was already testing the edge of the contract. Killing people here would be tantamount to completely destroying the contract.
That's why Dumbledore said, "If he feels that there is no point in holding the competition anymore, then he can do it."
Voldemort finally looked at Jon and Dumbledore and spoke almost with gritted teeth.
"I hope I can see such an outstanding performance from you in the next competition!"
After the last syllable fell, he disappeared from his position.
Also disappearing were the bodies of Rodolphus and Bella in the center of the hall, leaving only a large pool of glaring red at the scene.
After he left, the banquet hall fell into a brief silence, and then broke out into an uproar even louder than when Jon first appeared!
Before, with the presence of the victims' "family members", most people did not dare to express their inner shock too much. But now that Voldemort is gone, they can finally fully vent the emotions that have been suppressed.
The Death Eaters present all had cold faces, and they looked at John like their master, as if they had memorized his face in their hearts. Then they Apparated away, leaving only the local officials of the French Ministry of Magic here to clean up the mess.
After these Death Eaters left, the first ones who could no longer hold back were the wizards who had already supported Dumbledore.
The reporter from Wu Pingxian's own magic newspaper, Starlight, rushed towards Jon as if she was stepping on a firebolt, grabbing the cameraman beside her.
Next up are the Nordic diplomats from the Ministry of Magic and their newspaper, who are on good terms and are also on the side of the Wizarding Peace.
In addition, they had never had any stance, and a group of people who just watched the show began to surround the area where Dumbledore and the Hogwarts students were.
As for the other wizards who sided with Voldemort, they had already gathered in groups of three or five. They were still digesting the scene that had happened tonight, which was enough to shock the whole of Europe. They also knew clearly that because of this accident, the Triwizard Tournament, which would not be held for four months, would bring more attention than previously expected.
It's not just because Voldemort's two most important subordinates were killed in public on such an occasion.
The key point is that the "murderer" is really too young, and he is one of the brave warriors participating in the competition!
But whoever it was, they weren't able to really reach Jon.
Even the reporters from Wu Pingxian's own newspapers were blocked outside by students like George Fred Neville. No matter how their flashlights kept flashing, they could not capture any information inside.
While quietly wiping away her tears, Mag carefully helped Jon clean the blood and wounds on his body.
Jon was also seriously injured. Bella had stabbed two holes deep into his bones in his arms and legs with a dagger, and it was not known whether the dagger was poisoned.
The reason why they didn't Apparate him directly was that they were afraid that the wound on his body would be torn again during the Apparate. Mag was very experienced in directing the other girls who had gathered around, teaching them how to sprinkle medicine on Jon's wound and then wrap it with a bandage.
Hermione's eyes were red and her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she sprinkled powder on the wound on Jon's arm.
Gabrielle was still holding the candlestick that John had asked her to look after, with the only remaining shoulder strap of her schoolbag hanging from her arm. She looked at John lying in Professor McGonagall's arms, pursed her lips, and wiped away the tears that she had insisted on not shedding when facing Bella just now.
Ron was also feeding Jon a blood-replenishing potion. He had never been so careful before, as if he was afraid that if he moved a little too much, the potion would harm Jon.
No matter how eager the outside world is to know who this boy is who killed two of Voldemort's henchmen and how he accomplished such a feat.
As for the students and professors at Hogwarts, they had no questions or excitement.
Or they were the only group of people present who felt sad for Jon's current injuries.
Jon leaned forward and took the blood-replenishing potion that Ron might not be able to feed him in eight lifetimes, and drank it all in one gulp, then teased Ron.
"I'm not so fragile that I need to be fed this little bit of medicine mouthful by mouthful."
Ron sniffed and wanted to punch him in the shoulder, but pulled his fist back halfway.
Then Jon stretched out his good hand, touched Gabrielle's hair, and smiled gently.
"Gabrielle is great. If it weren't for Gabrielle, I would probably be dead now. I would buy you a new school bag and new storybooks!"
Gabrielle burst into laughter and rubbed her head against Jon's hand.
"Jon is the best..."
Jon turned his gaze to Hermione and blinked at the girl whose eyes were red and looked extremely sad.
"Look, you're like this again. Don't blame yourself. You didn't hold me back. On the contrary, you gave me the greatest help."
Hermione didn't say anything. She just nodded silently, not knowing what she was thinking.
Finally, Jon and Dumbledore's eyes met.
Jon didn't say anything, he just laughed.
"With so many people here, I'm not bringing shame to Hogwarts, am I, Professor?"
Dumbledore took off his glasses, his expression was so gentle and soft.
"No matter when or where, Hogwarts will be proud of you, Jon. Even on land, you are the best captain in this school!"
