306 Chapter 305 Put down the wand
The Basilisk's fang contains highly toxic venom.
The horror of this toxin could even destroy the Horcrux used to shelter the soul.
Not to mention that Jon plunged the entire front half of that venomous fang through Rodolphus' throat and dug it into Bella's chest with the help of great force!
Blood spurted and flowed on a floor that was clean enough to be used as a mirror.
Bella no longer could make another sound, and the expression on her face was finally fixed in that madness and grimace.
Jon gasped raggedly, sticky blood had blocked his vision and all he could make out was that his surroundings were bright and quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear the sound of many people breathing.
At this point, the pain from the wounds on his leg and hand assaulted his brain like a tidal wave, but he held on without being overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, and instead raised his right hand, which was shaking ever so slightly, and wiped the sticky blood off his face.
Only then did he get a thorough look at exactly where he currently was.
There were many people around him, so many that Jon could not count them all at once.
And all of them, whether they were wizards in fancy ceremonial robes, reporters with cameras in hand, or students gathered together, were frozen in place, dumbfounded.
Jon was frozen too.
He looked around with a bewildered look on his face, the whole thing about the Triwizard Tournament had only been confirmed to be held after he had entered the labyrinth under the ice in the Arctic, so he had no idea where Fawkes had brought him.
But just as he was dazed, behind Jon, a pale hand grabbed the back of his collar with unparalleled swiftness, then yanked him back with a sudden jerk!
The next moment, a dark green curse left a crater that sprouted white smoke on the smooth floor where Jon had been.
Voldemort's face was expressionless, but anyone close enough to him could notice that his face was twitching from suppressed emotion!
At some point, he raised a wand in his hand, and the tip was aimed right at the spot where the green curse had landed.
Dumbledore looked at him with a cold look on his face, then tugged Jon to McGonagall's side from behind him, while he slowly took his own wand in his hand.
"So, you're going to break the blood pact by killing a champion who will be competing in the tournament so soon?"
Dumbledore's old voice echoed throughout the entire hall.
It was at this point that all the others in the hall snapped out of the overwhelming shock!
The rich smell of blood filled everyone's nostrils, and on the ground, there was a huge flower of blood, with a dead Rodolphus and Bella lying in the middle of it in an unusually gruesome state.
Shouts of horror accompanied by screams began to rise in quick succession.
There was an uproar.
Some reporters with a keen sense of smell had already subconsciously pressed the shutter of their cameras, trembling with nervousness mixed with excitement and a touch of fear, as they continued to record a scene that would be enough to create a sensation throughout Europe!
The Lestrange have never been nobodies, as well-known Death Eaters who have been active in the magical world since Voldemort's rise to power, most of the people present recognised their faces.
Even if there were wizards who didn't know them, from the few words spoken by the others in the hall, they could all hear how important this pair of wizards were to Voldemort!
The younger students of the wizarding school who had been brought here for the selection process covered their faces, the girls cried out in shock, the boys' mouths hung open showing their instinctive fright, and the vast majority of them felt a cold chill run through their hands and feet.
The flush of excitement had faded from Draco's face, and he looked in disbelief at Bella who lay in a pool of blood, his mother's sister, his aunt, a woman from the Black family.
He had never been close to this infamous aunt since he was a child, and compared to Voldemort, who had become "amiable" for as long as he could remember, it was this madwoman, who had never been sober, that had cast the greatest psychological shadow on him.
But now, that shadow was dead.
Right in front of Draco's eyes, killed by a student who appeared to be his age and academic year, from another school that would be his opponent in the next Triwizard Tournament.
Draco's face was bloodless, and his lips quivered as he looked over at the boy who had been pulled to his feet by Dumbledore and was covered in blood.
The boy named Jon, who was being guarded in McGonagall's arms, seemed to feel his gaze as well, and he lifted his blood-smeared face and smiled "kindly".
Draco's whole body shuddered and a hot stream of water went out of control and soon the wetness spread throughout his lower body.
It wasn't just Draco, but everyone had turned their attention from the bodies of the two Lestrange on the ground to Jon.
Even with the blood all over him, people could see his shockingly young face!
Too young.
Jon looked so young that no one who saw him would consider him to be more than sixteen, a third or fourth-year student at most!
And it was such a young student who had just stabbed the venomous fang that had been lodged in Rodolphus' throat into Bella's chest in front of everyone present!
The final desperate, maniacal scream of that madwoman was heard very clearly by everyone.
It was so clear that it would probably never be forgotten in their lifetime.
But regardless of the shock that other bystanders felt at the moment, the Death Eaters, as the camp the Lestrange's belonged to, gathered around Voldemort, and instantly joined their lord and raised their wands in their hands.
And the wands were aimed in the direction of Jon, who was already being shielded by Dumbledore and cradled in McGonagall's arms!
The screams and shrieks all around the hall were gradually silenced by the current tense atmosphere, and Dumbledore's faint voice rang out again.
"If you no longer feel that there is no point in holding this Triwizard Tournament after this, then you can simply strike now, Voldemort."
Anyone could see now that Voldemort's stony, nasty expression was a far cry from the man he had been five minutes ago.
At Dumbledore's words, his lips twitched as if he was having a hard time opening those clenched teeth!
"Lower your wand!"
The order was clearly being given to the Death Eaters around him.
Those who had witnessed Bella's death were, of course, very reluctant to let Jon go, but no one dared to disobey Voldemort's orders.
As the Death Eaters lowered their wands, the hearts of the wizards in the ballroom slowly eased along with the actions of these Death Eaters.
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