Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"what!"

Quirrell was kicked away by Harry and rolled several times on the ground. He finally lay there, unable to get up. The large turban wrapped around his head fell off, revealing Quirrell's bare back of the head. The area was surprisingly small. Upon closer inspection, Harry saw an ugly, pale face attached to the back of Quirrell's head. The face had only a slit for a nose and blood-red eyes, looking like a hybrid of a snake and a human.

Then, Quirrell's head began to turn over, and with a "crack," Quirrell's neck was broken, as expected. Blood flowed from the seven orifices of Quirrell's face, indicating that he was dead. The attached face turned to face forward, and then Quirrell's body twisted in a strange way, slowly standing up.

"Harry Potter!" The ugly face opened its mouth, emitting a sound similar to a snake's hiss, and uttered a mixture of words, "Do you remember me? Potter..."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine. The moment this guy spoke, goosebumps, which had been gone from his body, popped up again. "What the hell are you? You look disgusting."

"Me, disgusting?" The guy laughed, looking even more disgusting. "Isn't this all thanks to you? You turned me into a soul, only able to live by sharing a body with someone else. But thankfully..."

"There are plenty of idiots like that, I can tell," Harry chimed in, picking up where the guy left off.

"Haha, yes, that's right, this guy is a complete idiot. He couldn't lure you in, and he couldn't even kill you. Most importantly, that time when I asked him to drink unicorn blood, he actually got ambushed and seriously injured, forcing me to enter the school early to find the Philosopher's Stone. But now, he's useless."

"So, you're Voldemort, aren't you, you disgusting bastard?" Harry had basically guessed who this guy was; unsurprisingly, it was that madman Voldemort.

"Yes, it's me. Okay, that's enough. Give me the magic stone in your pocket, and I promise I won't let you be like your mother, begging me not to torture them on your deathbed..."

Harry knew perfectly well that his last words were a lie, but that didn't stop a nameless fire from rising within him, even though he had only looked in the mirror a few times and hadn't consciously looked at his parents more than five times.

"Okay, here you go." Harry reached into his robes, pulled out something, clutched it tightly in his hand, and stretched his hand out to Voldemort.

"That's right, even though you're a spineless little dog, you're still quite obedient." Voldemort grinned and, without much thought, rushed forward and snatched the item from Harry's hand. He opened his palm and took a closer look; it was indeed red, but something still felt off.

"Go to hell, you idiot." Harry revealed the pin that had been pulled from his hand. Before Voldemort could even take a good look, the grenade in his hand exploded, engulfing him in a huge burst of flames and smoke.

Harry immediately stepped back. He remembered the last time he faced Dumbledore. Anything that Dumbledore found troublesome must be something extraordinary.

Sure enough, a charred, festering arm shoved through the smoke, and Voldemort's eyes practically spit fire.

"It was you! You were the one who ambushed me in the Forbidden Forest!"

Voldemort pulled Quirrell's wand from his pocket and swung it at Harry, unleashing a green spell. As the green light approached Harry, he felt the veins on his forehead bulge. The threat of death made him instinctively turn his head to dodge the deadly spell.

"grass"

Harry cursed under his breath, then pulled out Yinglong and released the safety. Yinglong instantly unfolded from its folded state and connected to the smart device in Harry's hand, locking onto Voldemort. Harry pulled the trigger, and a torrent of bullets carrying high-voltage current shot towards Voldemort in a straight line. Voldemort didn't dodge; he waved his wand, and a stone wall rose up to block the bullets. Harry rolled to the side, and Yinglong locked onto Voldemort again. Harry reloaded a new magazine, dodged a few spells, and pulled the trigger. The bullets bypassed the stone wall and hit Voldemort, who stared in disbelief.

"Smart weapon, kid."

The first bullet struck Quirrell's body beneath Voldemort. The high-voltage current rendered Quirrell completely unable to control his body. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry threw another grenade. An explosion rang out, and Quirrell's body was blown beyond recognition, a complete fusion of minced flesh and bone fragments, only forcibly maintained as human form under Voldemort's magic.

"You son of a bitch, are you going to die or not?" Harry roared. Because he was afraid that Voldemort had the strength to rival Dumbledore, he had never dared to get close. But now, from a distance, this thing was like it couldn't die. Quirrell's body, which was still in human form even after being blown to pieces, was so infuriating to look at.

"You can't kill me, Potter!"

Voldemort roared with a ferocious expression, waving his wand incessantly. Green spells shot out at Harry like a machine gun, and Harry kept dodging. Several green beams even grazed his skin.

"It's time to end this! Avada Kedavra!"

The Killing Curse, thicker than when it wasn't incantated, shot towards Harry. Harry no longer hesitated; if he didn't take the gamble, he would be the one to die. With that thought, Harry stopped dodging and charged straight at the Killing Curse. Sionstein activated, and the curse that was about to hit Harry slowed down to almost a standstill. Harry dodged the curse and rushed towards Voldemort. Yinglong was thrown aside, and the mantis blades on his arm popped out. He leaped forward, the two mantis blades crossing and slashing at Voldemort's face.

Harry stared intently at the attack, fearing that Voldemort might once again rival Swinwick in physical strength, just like Dumbledore. Fortunately, he didn't. The Heat Mantis Knife sliced ​​through the ugly snake face like butter, instantly slicing the head into three pieces. Harry pushed off the chest of the mangled body, using the momentum to leap backward. At that moment, Swinwick's effect wore off, and Quirrell's mangled corpse, no longer supported by Voldemort's magic, could no longer hold on and crumbled to the ground.

Harry sat on the ground, panting, took the Yinglong sword, folded it up, and stuffed it into his pocket before lying down on the ground.

At that moment, a plume of black smoke suddenly burst out from the pile of minced meat and rushed towards Harry's body. The black smoke entered Harry's body, and Harry only saw the bar "Travel energy full, starting to upgrade, 10%, 20%..." getting longer and longer until it stopped at the word "60%".

"Ha, Voldemort, you didn't expect that, did you? I can suck souls!"

Harry realized what was going on, lay his head back down on the ground, and laughed mockingly.

However, when he wasn't paying attention, the black smoke, which had shrunk by almost 80% compared to before, flew rapidly outside the house with a strong suction force, and even Dumbledore's appearance couldn't stop it.

"Dumbledore, did you enjoy the show?" Harry called out to Dumbledore, having naturally spotted him.

"Alright, Harry, you need to rest now, okay?" Dumbledore didn't answer Harry's question, but instead waved his wand, making Harry float in the air. Harry was too lazy to resist and just floated in the air like he had no bones.

"Harry, you did a fantastic job this time. Even I couldn't have done better."

"Oh, you know what I'm trying to say."

"Don't worry, the commission fee has been put away. You can pick it up after you've rested."

"That would be best."