Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 54 53. Harry vs. Voldemort

The reason why he is a poltergeist rather than a ghost is that although Peeves can pass through walls and other things like a ghost, he is physical and can touch objects at will. His biggest hobby is to scream and run through the corridor to attract everyone's attention, and then play pranks on anyone he can see.

"Oh, you naughty little devil!" Peeves, floating in the air, shook his finger and said, "I can catch--"

boom! !

Peeves' words were forcibly interrupted. He was like a ball. He was hit by a spell and spun several times in the air, and even his hat was almost knocked off.

"Okay, okay! Intruder? You've pissed Peeves off!!" Peeves pushed the hat back on his head with an annoyed look on his face. Without saying a word, he - uh, ran through the ceiling above his head.

To be honest, Harry was a little dumbfounded when he saw Peeves running away.

Although he didn't expect Peeves to defeat the enemy, he could at least rely on his own unique characteristics to restrain the enemy and create an opportunity for him to kill.

After several spells were cast, the elemental power in this corridor had become weakened.

Peeves' actions even made the two people standing opposite them seem a little stunned. For a while, the only sound that could be heard in the corridor was the sound of the two trolls fighting each other. One troll wanted to come over, but the other blocked its way.

Then it suddenly became intense again.

"Shattered to pieces!"

“To pieces! To pieces! To pieces!!”

One of the dark wizards raised his wand and shouted at Harry.

It was as if he only knew this one spell. Red spells passed through the corridor one after another, leaving broken holes all over the walls.

And Harry did not retreat at all. He held the shield in front of him, lowered his body as much as possible, and charged forward at the dark wizard with a snake-like movement.

Although he is a shaman, he is more like a warrior at this moment.

There is no way, the elements are really not strong at this moment! !

The continuous crushing spells even made the entire shield look bumpy. To be fair, the quality of this shield forged by the goblin can be considered very good. At least it has not been pierced until now, even though the inner wall of the shield is full of bulges.

The dark wizard wanted to use his advantage of being an adult and having more magical power to suppress Harry until he broke through the shield and killed him.

But what surprised Harry even more was that even though he pulled up the wizard in front of him who was lying on the ground and twisting his body in pain after being hit by his hammer and put him in front of him, the dark wizard opposite him still cast spells at him mercilessly - all hitting the wizard who was using him as a shield.

Aren't they companions?
He did not hold back at all, and all the spells he cast were spells like Pulverize, which could cause injury or death, as well as some spells that Harry could not recognize but were very lethal.

In just a few seconds, the wizard who had been used as a shield by Harry was already in the dying stage. The skin on his back was torn and bloody, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

Lightning Arrow!!

Once again calling upon the already weakened elemental power, Harry swung the hammer and guided the lightning to strike, which was once again blocked by the translucent shield.

But everything was within Harry's expectations. Putting down the warhammer for the moment, he drew out his wand and waved it. The next moment, the armor that was thrown by the troll hit the wall of the corridor and scattered all over the floor. The part that happened to fall at the feet of the dark wizard turned into a wolf out of thin air and bit his ankle on the spot, followed by the death wand!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" screaming, the intense pain directly interrupted the wizard's spell casting rhythm.

Send it!!!

Oh no, it was Harry who seized the opportunity and rushed forward. He swung out his shield, and the shield spun and hit the wizard's head, causing his body to lean back involuntarily, and Harry took the opportunity to catch the rebounding shield.

He had already taken advantage of the situation to get close to the wizard, with scorching flames dancing on his hammer - one hammer! !

boom! !

The wizard fell down.

"Rotting bones and flesh."

A cold voice suddenly came from his ear. Harry only had time to raise his shield to block it. The next second, he felt a strange burning sensation on the shield and quickly threw it away.

sizzle.

As Harry watched, the shield that had accompanied him for only a month or so seemed to be soaked in some corrosive acid. It made a sizzling sound and quickly twisted into a ball of blackened slag, and it was no longer possible to recognize the metal.

Dark magic, this is definitely some kind of dark magic, not even the common offensive spell of shattering into pieces.

Holding the warhammer tightly in his right hand and the wand tightly in his left hand, Harry looked at the wizard opposite him vigilantly - unlike the other three wizards, the last wizard had only released three spells from the beginning to now, an Avada Kedavra curse, a positional shield spell, and the black magic just now.

Although the number of attacks is not large, each attack spell is extremely fierce. As long as it hits the target, the victim does not even need to worry about the aftermath.

But apart from that, the wizard just stood there watching Harry fight his two companions, but did not give them any help or support.

"Uh... ah..."

There was a painful groan at Harry's feet. It was the wizard who was attacked by the lightning arrow at the beginning. He had woken up from the coma caused by the electric shock. Harry found that the bodies of these wizards were much better than he thought. They had a natural resistance to the damage caused by magic, and they could wake up quickly even if they fell into a coma.

But it didn't matter, Harry would help him get some more sleep.

He raised his foot and hit the wizard on the head, but in order to keep him as a prisoner for interrogation, Harry did not kill him.

Although Harry was on guard carefully, the wizard opposite him did not make any move and allowed Harry to kick him unconscious.

"I thought you were in the same group," Harry asked, "or do you have some strange rule that only the last person alive can get the money?"

"Ahaha, what a genius idea." The wizard on the opposite side suddenly laughed in a hoarse voice. "I said that you are different from those mediocre people. They can never think of such a wonderful idea... Just like these rubbish lying on the ground, for them, dying here is already the most glorious moment of their lives."

"...You didn't plan to escape at all." Harry said seriously: "Who are you? It sounds like you know me very well."

Harry already had a guess in his mind.

No, it can no longer be called a guess, because he once again saw the familiar chaotic colors through the perspective of the astral world.

Voldemort.

But why wasn't Voldemort on Quirrell's body?
Headmaster Dumbledore's intelligence was wrong again? Why do I say again?
Didn't Voldemort go to such great lengths to lure the professor away just to take the things in the trap room on the fourth floor?
Why did he appear here - it was as if he was waiting for me.

"Who am I?" Voldemort suddenly laughed grimly. "I know people like you, Harry. For those of you who hold the power of prophecy, your purpose is always very clear."

As he spoke, Voldemort raised his wand and waved it.

Then, a girl slowly walked out from the bathroom next door - it was Hermione.

Her eyes were dull, as if she had lost her soul and had no vision. She walked out the door step by step and turned to look at Harry.

Harry took a deep breath, and the anger that surged into his mind was forcibly suppressed. Instead, he was rational and calm, controlling his anger like a true warrior.

“You’re not angry?” Voldemort laughed harshly. “Don’t worry, I’m just guiding the memory of this mudblood. As long as she hides here, you will rush here without thinking - that’s what people like you are like.” “I have a lot to tell you, Harry.” Voldemort’s voice suddenly became gentle, “but I think we don’t have that much time left - Cruciatus!!”

It was like he was suffering from schizophrenia. He was talking quietly one second, and Voldemort was shouting out curses the next.

"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!"

Even four consecutive Unforgivable Curses.

Harry really wanted to ask Voldemort if he only knew one spell.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Voldemort laughed wildly, staring at Harry’s dodging figure. “I admit that the spells you created are indeed interesting, but they are just interesting, Harry—Crucio!”

"It's more like a variation of the Weather Charm. Even its range and power aren't as wide as the Weather Charm. From the looks of you, you can't even cast it continuously! You're too weak, Harry Potter! Cruciatus!"

"Where's your soul magic?! Why don't you use it for me to see?!!"

He seemed to be getting angrier and angrier as he spoke. Harry felt that Voldemort's mental state was somewhat abnormal and his mood swings were too great.

For example, now.

"You should give up those weak and boring spells and embrace the dark magic with infinite mysteries!!"

Suddenly, the spells being cast changed. One after another, some black, some red, some purple, in short, the colors were not very friendly at all, whizzing down on Harry's surroundings and on the objects he had transformed to use as a cover.

Each spell was completely different from the previous one. It was as if Voldemort was showing Harry the upper limit of dark magic. His target was more like destroying the underground space of Hogwarts than Harry.

Harry could see that the wall opposite him was under a curse or something else. In any case, the wall was in a very bad condition. It was covered with purple mucus, which was bubbling and emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

Voldemort's spells became faster and faster, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

Looking through the astral perspective, Harry saw that the spirit of the wizard possessed by Voldemort was rapidly weakening and was not far from death.

It is already very clear what Voldemort is doing. He is draining all the life force and magic power of the person he possesses, and then in return he will become powerful for a short period of time.

"Look! This is power!! A power you can never defy!!"

"Only great power is everything! Only this kind of power can achieve——Damn it! Peeves!!!"

Voldemort's cry suddenly turned into an angry roar, he was cursing, accompanied by Peeves' unbridled laughter.

"Come on! Come on! How dare you mess with Peeves! Eat my water balloon! Ink bottle! Chalk head! And - aha! Where did the spider come from? Never mind! Anyway, I'll give it all to you!"

Harry popped his head out to take a look. Peeves had a large bag on his back. He was constantly taking things out of the bag and throwing them at Voldemort. It looked like all his belongings.

“Enough!!” Voldemort roared in great annoyance. He raised his head to look at Peeves, but the next second his sight was blocked by a touch of pink.

Harry saw it clearly, it was a pair of pink women's panties... Peeves took them out of the bundle and threw them down casually. No one knew where he got them from.

"I will kill you!!!" After taking off the pink panties that blocked his vision, Voldemort's face turned red the moment he saw clearly what he was holding in his hand. He roared angrily, raised his wand and cast a poisonous curse at Peeves.

But Peeves dodged it, having been prepared - his body and the bag on his back disappeared out of thin air, and only the sound of wind like farts and snickering could be heard in the air.

This is Poltergeist, who can perform pranks, become invisible, and escape in one go. He is a hero of Hogwarts.

"Well done, Peeves." Even Harry couldn't help but exclaim in praise, because Peeves bought him crucial time.

When Voldemort finally remembered his purpose and Harry's existence and looked at him, he saw Harry holding a white wooden stake with meaningless patterns and language on it.

Different from the totems made by hand to express one's feelings during sacrifices, the totems used by shamans in battle are all condensed on the spot by the earth element. The patterns and meanings carved on them have only one meaning to the element, which is to come and help me quickly.

Because of this, the totems used by shamans in battle cannot be made and prepared in advance, because the totems will take effect and send out summons when they are made. You can't let the elements come to help enthusiastically only to find that there is nothing, right? The elements also have tempers.

In addition, he was now in Hogwarts... Therefore, Harry even took out a piece of wood from his dragon skin bag and made it on the spot - it was a professional shaman carving with twenty years of experience, and he was extremely skilled.

"I didn't want to do this, Voldemort," Harry shouted, raising his voice, "because it would be too nightmare-like for Filch."

"What do you mean?" Voldemort said in astonishment. "You don't want to defeat me with that stick?"

no answer.

Or rather, Harry's answer was to suddenly thrust the totem in his arms forward, smashing the stone slabs of the basement corridor and embedding himself in it.

silence.

Nothing happened. Voldemort even looked around vigilantly - but nothing really happened.

“Perhaps I have overestimated you, Harry.” Voldemort raised his wand again, his face still showing the annoyance of being teased. “Because of what you did eleven years ago - what was that sound?”

Voldemort suddenly turned his head. He seemed to hear a violent rumbling sound, coming from above his head, from the walls, in short, from the pipes buried in Hogwarts, as if a large amount of water was surging.

Not only that, there were sudden bursts of noise coming from the bathroom next to the corridor, and it was unclear whether it was the water pipe or the faucet that burst.

Yes, there are indeed no convenient four elemental realms in this world. There are no strong winds or burning flames in the basement of Hogwarts, and even the earth element cannot be summoned at will.

But there is only one element that is abundant.

That is the water element.

Hogwarts is a castle built on the edge of a cliff, next to the Black Lake. Even the main part of the Slytherin College common room is at the bottom of the Black Lake. You can enter from the castle dungeon and see the scenery of the Black Lake through the window.

The place where Harry is at this moment is the dungeon classroom of Hogwarts, and water pipes of varying sizes are spread all over Hogwarts.

Chi chi, puff—crash! !

It was no longer the sound of water being squeezed out, but the sound of a large amount of water rushing out. The gurgling water had broken through the pipe and gushed out. In the blink of an eye, it had spread over the floor of the bathroom.

What Harry inserted was a strengthened water element totem, whose function was to awaken and summon nearby water elements, including nearby rivers or seas.

“That’s all?” Voldemort couldn’t help laughing as he watched the water flow past his feet. “Is this the magic you rely on? You want to defeat me with this weak magic? Defeat the great Voldemort who even defeated death?!”

"Make no mistake, Voldemort," Harry gave a mocking smile, "You are the challenger."

“Me? The challenger?” Voldemort’s already unstable mental state seemed to be even more unstable. He roared, “Then let us see with our own eyes who is the challenger—Avada Kedavra!!”

At this moment, Voldemort forgot all about the original plan to lure Harry away from Dumbledore. He only wanted to kill Harry and make him feel pain.

Blinding green light streaked across the corridor, but Harry didn't even try to duck.

Because on the water surface in front of him, a giant body made entirely of water suddenly stood up out of thin air!
Water elemental giant!
(End of this chapter)