Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Harry looked down at Voldemort, who was being held in the arms of the man in black, and instantly raised his wand.

"Avada..."

"Wait, we can talk!" Voldemort's frail infant body uttered a sentence at incredible speed.

"To take your life."

The green curse grazed Voldemort's scalp and struck the man in black who was holding him. Before the man could even utter a word, his legs buckled and he collapsed to his knees, his soul torn apart by the Killing Curse, beyond any hope of survival. Voldemort felt a jolt, then fell from his arms and landed on the man in black's corpse.

"What other bargaining chips do you have to survive in my hands?" Harry squatted down, watching the baby-like Voldemort struggle to twist his body until he turned his head toward him.

"Magic, knowledge, money, whatever you want, I can give you. Just let me go, and I'll tell you the locations of my Horcruxes."

Harry looked at the baby before him and chuckled. "Ha, magic? I'm even stronger than Dumbledore now. Knowledge? I've practically moved the entire library to Azkaban. Money? I have no shortage of that. As for the Horcrux locations, guess if I'll use Legilimency?"

"It's different." Voldemort seemed to feel that he had a chance to live again. "I know the location of the Horcruxes, but I have cursed them. If anyone tries to find the exact location and items of the Horcruxes through my memories, my soul will disintegrate."

"You're quite proud of yourself." Harry put down his wand. "What, aren't you afraid of dying now?"

"As long as one soul remains alive, I am not dead." Voldemort looked at Harry. "You made an unbreakable vow to let me live, and I will tell you the locations of all the Horcruxes."

"It's not like I can't find your Horcruxes, and besides, I've already destroyed one of your Horcruxes," Harry continued to threaten, hoping to extract more information.

"I have many Horcruxes, and you may never be able to find them all, but if you make a vow with me, I will tell you the location of all the Horcruxes."

It seemed that Voldemort really wanted to live; Harry could see the strong will to survive in his eyes. But Harry didn't want to let him go. However, after Voldemort intervened, he felt that letting the thing die directly was too easy for him.

Thinking it over, Harry reached out and placed his hand on Voldemort, a smile playing on his lips.

"Okay, I'll let you live, but you can't break your vow, right? It's a promise between us."

Voldemort visibly relaxed, his malice undiminished, but the situation was beyond his control, so he could only swallow his anger for the time being and extend a pale, wrinkled hand from the swaddling clothes to place on Harry's hand.

Harry's magic flowed into the body of the dead man in black, who immediately stood up unsteadily like a doll, lifted Voldemort up, and took Harry's wand in his other hand, aiming it at the two men's hands.

"Tom Riddle, would you be willing to provide me with the locations of all your Horcruxes?"

"I...will..." Voldemort's voice was almost squeezed out through his teeth, and he seemed to feel extremely humiliated by the name.

"Tom Riddle, are you willing to completely submit to me and provide me with all the intelligence or knowledge I need?"

"This wasn't part of our agreement!!" Voldemort shouted angrily, but just as he finished speaking, Yinglong's gun was already pressed against Voldemort's forehead. Having just experienced the strange phenomenon of the bullets automatically tracking and discharging electricity, Voldemort's anger was instantly suppressed by his will to survive.

"I do..." Voldemort's voice was almost imperceptible, but under the influence of the oath, it still stood.

"Harry Potter, will you spare my life, and after destroying all my Horcruxes, let me live and have a complete body?"

"I do," Harry said, and three golden ribbons connected their hands together. Magic flowed continuously from the man in black into their hands until the contract was fully established, at which point the Death Eater's corpse collapsed.

"Alright, my new servant, come with me to see someone." Harry said, reaching out to grab Voldemort by the neck and lifting him up. He walked slowly to the Final Four and grasped the handle of the cup.

In an instant, the familiar feeling returned, like a hook catching his belly button. Harry gripped Voldemort's neck, letting the Final Four Cup pull him along. In the blink of an eye, he landed steadily on the ground, facing anxious professors and classmates. Even Fudge had arrived, though there was a hint of schadenfreude in Fudge's eyes.

No one expected Harry to appear at this moment, carrying an unknown animal that looked like it was about to be strangled.

"I've won the semi-finals, but I have some urgent business to attend to." He held up the semi-finals trophy, circled it on the grass to make sure everyone could see it, and then turned to Dumbledore. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I have something to discuss with you."

Dumbledore nodded, and then a fiery red feather fell from Harry's head. As it floated in front of Harry, flames enveloped Harry's body, and in the blink of an eye, he was in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore seemed to have just Apparated there as well, and was looking at Grindelwald sitting in his chair with a helpless expression.

Grindelwald looked up at Dumbledore, smiled, and patted his knee. Dumbledore glared at him, deciding not to acknowledge him, and turned to look at Harry.

"Is the matter resolved?"

Harry slammed the unconscious Voldemort onto the table. "I made an unbreakable vow with him. He gave me the location of all the Horcruxes, and I kept him alive. It's that simple."

Dumbledore frowned. "How dare you? This is Voldemort, aren't you afraid of him..." As he spoke, Dumbledore seemed to remember something. "I almost forgot, you've killed as many people as ten Voldemors."

Grindelwald, curious, also came closer, looking at the unconscious, ugly baby on the table with undisguised disgust.

"This disgusting thing is your Dark Lord? You compare me to him? No way, Al, do you think I'm that ugly?" Grindelwald moved closer to Dumbledore, who moved away in disgust and ignored him.

"Let him wake up," Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded, pointed his wand at Voldemort, and a stream of water splashed from the tip of the wand onto Voldemort's face, instantly waking him up.

"I think I had a nightmare where I was Harry Potter's slave. How could that be..."

Voldemort opened his eyes and saw the faces of Harry, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald. The three of them were smiling at him, instantly dispelling the lingering confusion in his mind.

"What are you doing? No, don't come any closer!" Voldemort struggled desperately to escape from their sight, but with his body now only the size of an infant, escaping was a pipe dream.

"Don't come near me!!"