Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 89 88. Harry slew Voldemort... for real this time
soul.

The souls summoned from the hazy illusion by the shaman, but Professor McGonagall clearly remembered the description she had heard from Harry. This spell could only summon the blood ancestors of the target.

In other words, all these souls floating around the light curtain are——the ancestors of the Potter family? !

There were men and women, and they seemed to be laughing and talking about something with each other, but their hands were raised forward, and blue light continued to spread forward like ripples, maintaining the existence of the light curtain.

At the edge of this cylindrical blue light curtain, Professor McGonagall also saw six totem poles that were only as tall as her calves, engraved with unknown characters that she had seen several times.

Professor McGonagall even heard someone calling her name. When she turned around, she saw James Potter and Lily Potter looking at her with smiles on their faces, and James was waving his hands.

But not only James and Lily, Professor McGonagall also recognized several other familiar figures, such as Fletmont Potter and his wife Euphemia Potter - they are James Potter's father and mother.

There is even the existence of Henry Potter. Professor McGonagall still remembers him because of what Henry Potter did when he served in the Wizengamot from 1913 to 1921. Henry Potter publicly condemned the then Minister of Magic Archer Evermund for banning the wizarding world from helping Muggles in the First World War. In Professor McGonagall's view, this was undoubtedly a just act.

Professor McGonagall tried hard to identify these shadowy souls. Modern souls like James and Lily were clearly dressed differently from the ancient souls. Some of them even wore long robes, and the decorations on their bodies were also in the fashion styles of centuries ago.

At this time, the sound of Harry chanting the spell became louder and louder. The sound was like a bell, constantly echoing in the office, and even produced echoes that should not have been produced.

The syllables collided with each other, connected by echoes, rising and falling.

Professor McGonagall could only determine that Harry was casting a kind of ritual magic at this moment - a ritual magic that was rarely used by wizards, but she could not see the specific effect, and did not dare to act rashly for fear of interrupting Harry's magic ritual.

As for Voldemort... he was very anxious now. Unlike the people outside this blue light curtain, Voldemort who was inside it was the one who could feel the changes most - he found himself isolated.

He had tried many kinds of magic, from black magic to ordinary magic, but he was horrified to find that even the air around him could not escape from this layer of light curtain.

It was as if everything in this space was confined in the light curtain, becoming heavy, oppressive, and - suddenly, Voldemort could no longer hear the sound of Harry Potter chanting spells.

He had already spread out his hands and raised them high. As Harry moved, the six ancestral totems also floated up, just halfway up the light curtain.

"Harry!! Potter!!!"

Voldemort was roaring, his eyes bloodshot. He had countless words to say and countless desires and ambitions that he wanted to release, but everything became impossible as the six ancestral totems approached each other. Even Harry's name, which he roared at the end, turned into a broken sound.

"You are too dangerous, Voldemort," Harry said calmly, "It would be irresponsible to others to allow you to move around in the castle."

In front of Harry, the six ancestral totems had already merged into six pillars that were tightly fitted together without even a trace of gap. On the surface of the pillars, there was a face that seemed to be sobbing, with its head lowered, as if it didn't dare to face other people - it was Quirrell's face.

On the other side of the pillar was an extremely hideous face, twisted and incomplete. Even at this moment, it was still struggling desperately, trying to break free from the cage behind it. It was the face of Voldemort.

As Harry waved his hand, the totem, which was originally about half a meter high, shrank rapidly, and when it was about to fly to Harry's hand, it had become only about ten centimeters high.

"By the way, although he will definitely refute me, I still think that Dumbledore does overestimate you." Staring at the totem floating on the palm of his hand, Harry suddenly chuckled.

As he spoke, the struggle on Voldemort's face became more violent, and his expression became more ferocious, but his movements were slowly weakening, like a person who fell into glue and gradually solidified.

In the end, all that was left was a protruding human face, a face that was enough to make children cry.

Reaching out to take the ornament that sealed Voldemort, Harry looked at it carefully, feeling the power contained in it.

[Accessories: Insignia of Voldemort and Quirrell]

[Quality: Orange Legend]

[Effect: There is a certain chance of generating 'Echoes of Voldemort' when casting a spell, randomly releasing three dark magic spells equivalent to those released by Voldemort himself to the target you attack; there is also a certain chance of generating 'Echoes of Quirrell' when casting a spell, and an earth elemental will briefly become your ally; and when two echoes are triggered at the same time, the effect of 'Echoes of Voldemort' will be weakened, the number of dark magic spells generated will be reduced to one, and the power of the spell will also be reduced]

[Details: Bound two unwilling souls, one full of guilt and regret, the other full of anger and malice. They may be entangled like this forever, until the day when death really comes.]

"It's okay, Professor." Harry turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall and said briefly: "Voldemort has been caught by me."

To be honest, this sentence was too shocking for Professor McGonagall in every sense of the word, so much so that she didn't know where to start for a moment. She just walked over quickly, hesitated for two seconds, and then picked up the trinket in Harry's hand.

It was heavy, and a little difficult to hold in one hand. The two faces on it made Professor McGonagall gasp at the first sight, especially the one of Voldemort, which made her feel dizzy - and a strong sense of unreality.

——Whose is it that I am holding now?

Voldemort? ?

That Voldemort???
Is this real, and not some--illusion?
"What on earth is going on?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help asking.

Professor McGonagall was still confused, because not long ago, Ron and the other two rushed into her office, saying a lot of incoherent things to each other, and then urged her to go to Quirrell's office to rescue people, and kept talking about Harry facing the Death Eaters alone.

Considering that no student would be stupid enough to play a prank on her, especially when it involved Death Eaters, Professor McGonagall rushed over without stopping after sending a message to Headmaster Dumbledore.

But he didn't expect that the person he saw was not a Death Eater, but Voldemort.

"I think we may need to explain this to Headmaster Dumbledore... He may have to find someone to substitute for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the rest of the time." Harry looked past Professor McGonagall at the three people who were cautiously emerging from the broken office door.

"——But before that, I think I should first ask my three good friends why they didn't just hide in the public room obediently?"

Harry's eyes sharpened.

"Hey, don't be angry, Harry." Ron coughed dryly, looking left and right but refusing to look at Harry. He explained: "We are worried about you."

"Yeah, the more we thought about it after you left, the more we felt something was wrong." Neville added: "Well, just to prevent any accidents..."

"A safety measure!" Hermione concluded decisively. She even questioned Harry in return, "And didn't you say Quirrell was just a Death Eater?! Why was it Voldemort who was fighting you just now! Harry! You lied to us!!"

"…That's not a lie, I just didn't tell you." After a second of silence, Harry looked away and said.

"Quibbling!" Hermione's rage suddenly intensified. She seemed to have a lot to say to Harry, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, let's discuss these things later," Professor McGonagall said to the door of the office, "I'm glad you came so timely, Professor Dumbledore."

"Thank you, Minerva." Dumbledore looked at the messy Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. "I rushed here as soon as I received your message. It seems that you have solved the problem, Harry?"

Well, Harry was pretty sure Professor McGonagall had meant that as a sarcastic remark.

Obviously, Dumbledore also heard it, but he pretended not to understand. "Because I accidentally damaged the teaching aids in class, Professor Quirrell gave me detention tonight," Harry gave an official answer, "but I didn't expect that Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell. Voldemort wanted to kill me, so I was forced to fight back and beat him to death."

"You were forced to fight back," Professor McGonagall said with a dull expression, "and you beat him to death - do you know what other wizards would react to hearing what you said?"

"Uh, to celebrate for Harry?" Ron raised his hand and answered hesitantly, "Because Harry Potter defeated Voldemort again eleven years later?"

"Now is not the time to be clever, Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall glared at Ron and said seriously, "It is obvious that you have already known that Quirrell is a Death Eater, but you chose not to tell me or Professor Dumbledore until today!"

"That's because we have no evidence." It was obvious that Hermione had already thought of an explanation. When Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she quickly said, "It is obviously wrong to accuse a professor without evidence. No one will take our words seriously. Quirrell may even punish us in return!"

It was a very powerful statement, and after briefly thinking about the scenario, Professor McGonagall had to admit that what Hermione said was right.

"Okay, Minerva," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "In any case, these children have done something that is hard to imagine for others - because of your bravery and fearlessness, and because of the results of your hard work, Gryffindor will get 100 points for this!"

"As for you, Harry," Dumbledore winked at Harry and said, "You will also receive an additional special contribution award. I will apply to the school board."

For students at school, the Special Contribution Award is a very high honor, and Professor McGonagall has no objection to it.

"As for now, please let me and Harry be alone for a while," Dumbledore joked, "Don't worry, there is no Voldemort in me."

I have to say this was indeed a very good joke, which greatly eased the tension in the room. After Professor McGonagall, Hermione and the other two left, Dumbledore came to Harry and picked up the ornament containing the souls of Voldemort and Quirrell.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you can't save your lost student," Harry said as he checked Quirrell's office for anything dangerous. "Voldemort wants to recruit me, and I can't bear to see him continue to exist."

Carefully examining the ornament in his hand, without looking at the side where Voldemort was, Dumbledore just stared at Quirrell's sobbing face, as if he didn't hear what Harry said. After a long time, he sighed deeply.

"Everyone has to bear the consequences of their own choices," Dumbledore said with regret, "What a pity. I thought he could..."

"Can he save himself?" Harry sneered. "If he really wanted to save himself, he shouldn't have drunk the unicorn's blood. Voldemort just treated him as a tool to be used once."

"At least he can still laugh at Voldemort now, right?" Dumbledore turned the ornament in his hand over. This time, he saw Voldemort's vicious and hideous face. "Long time no see, Tom, how are you?"

This old man is quite humorous.

"I have to remind you that after the ritual is completely completed and the seal is established, the two of them have been isolated from the outside world and can't hear any sound from outside," Harry said, looking up.

"Is that so?" Dumbledore shook his head regretfully. "That's a pity. I actually have a lot to say to Tom."

"Voldemort's real name is Tom?" asked Harry.

"Yes." Holding the ornament in his hand, Dumbledore had never been in such a good mood since eleven years ago. "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

As he said this, Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and the next moment, a line of letters appeared in the air in front of the two people. It was Voldemort's real name. As Dumbledore snapped his fingers again, the letters were rearranged and combined, and finally formed a new sentence - I am Voldemort.

"If you don't mind, I would be happy to tell you about some of the things that happened in the past in my free time," Dumbledore looked at Harry and said seriously.

"Something about Voldemort?" asked Harry.

"More than that." Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said, "You have to know that there are many secrets that will not be recorded in books, and I happen to have lived a long time - so I always know things that others don't know."

"Of course, I'd be happy to," Harry said as he stood up, "Just call me when you think it's appropriate."

"Thank you," Dumbledore joked, "thank you for listening to an old man's boring nonsense - remember what you told me last time about your judgment of Voldemort, Harry."

"…He's just a soul fragment now?" Harry said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Magic always has endless mysteries, especially dark magic, which can always do countless things that we can't imagine."

"Are you trying to say that Voldemort is not dead yet?" Harry said, understandingly. "I've discovered this as well. Do you have any clues? He can't just scatter his soul fragments everywhere, can he?"

"Excellent thinking ability, Harry. Unfortunately, I cannot give Gryffindor extra points for this," Dumbledore said humorously. "But I have to correct you. Voldemort is not some lottery firecracker. He certainly won't cut himself into pieces. Even dark magic can't keep him alive in that situation."

"So, how many?" Harry asked simply.

"I don't know," Dumbledore said simply, "Like I said before, I only know what I know. You can't expect me to know everything, Harry."

"Okay," Harry nodded, "whatever."

"You don't seem to care?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Without saying anything, Harry just pointed to the Voldemort ornament that Dumbledore was holding in his hand, and everything was said without saying a word.

“Haha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Looking down at Voldemort's ferocious expression, Dumbledore suddenly raised his head and laughed out loud. His laughter was very happy and full of sincerity.

To be honest, today is really the happiest day for Dumbledore in recent years.

"Can I take it, Harry?"

"Please, I'm not interested in using such an evil accessory." Harry shrugged and said, "Just be careful not to let him out... If you accidentally let him out, remember to tell me in advance."

"And you went and recaptured him?" Dumbledore joked.

"I'll charge you then," Harry also laughed. "I'll tell you in advance that it's going to be very expensive for me to help you."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Throwing his head back and laughing, Dumbledore seemed even happier.

"Thank you, Harry, thank you, but please don't underestimate an old man's hundred years of savings. I still have some money."

Dumbledore left satisfied, and he was eager to return to the headmaster's office to study his new...collection.

(End of this chapter)