Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"Extremely painful!"

A beam of red light struck the unsuspecting Lockhart, and the excruciating pain from his soul caused him to collapse to the ground, screaming in agony.

"Severus..."

Professor Flitwick's eyes were bloodshot, pink as he struggled against his sanity. He looked up at the direction from which the spell had come—it was Snape. At that moment, the Crucifixion Curse emanating from Snape's wand was connected to Lockhart like an electric current. Every time Snape turned his wand, Lockhart's screams grew louder.

"Focus on the fight, Dumbledore will be here soon," Snape told Flitwick.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Dumbledore appeared beside Flitwick. Without a word, he picked up his wand and pressed it against Flitwick's temple, veins bulging on his face, as he tried with all his might to pull those pink things out of Flitwick's brain.

"Ah, ah, ahhh! Ah~~~" Lockhart's cries grew increasingly strange, eventually turning into moans of pleasure. A perverse flush appeared on his face as he looked at Snape, who was still increasing the power of the Crucifixion, with desire in his eyes.

"This guy..." Snape felt a chill run down his spine. This guy was just too bizarre. The Cruciatus Curse, such an evil thing, such painful torture, was actually something he enjoyed!?

Dumbledore gripped his wand tightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, veins bulging on his hands. He slowly extracted a pink substance from Flitwick's brain and sealed it in a specially made bottle.

"Lockhart, I warned you." Dumbledore looked at Lockhart lying on the ground, enjoying the Crucifixion Curse, and saw that he was about to climax. "But you still did it."

Lockhart slowly got up from the ground. Snape had already stopped channeling the Crucifixion Charm, as it was useless to him.

"Dumbledore~" Lockhart looked at Dumbledore with lingering interest, then put one hand into his trousers to do needlework, and continued talking to Dumbledore, "I was being very careful, but I didn't expect that old dwarf to send me something at the most crucial moment."

As he said this, his words were full of blame for Flitwick and regret for his failed plan: "Originally, we could have quickly trained a suitable sacrifice for the Mother Goddess~"

"Even if I can't kill you, I won't let you leave so easily." Dumbledore said, and a huge wave surged from his small wand, engulfing Lockhart, who was masturbating. But to their surprise, the pink magic around Lockhart reappeared, breaking the water prison.

"You can't catch me, you can't kill me!" Lockhart said arrogantly.

"The power of a wizard is ultimately limited, therefore, I will no longer be a wizard, Albus!!!"

Lockhart screamed madly, deciding to go all out with Dumbledore and the others. After all, the power of the gods made him immortal and prevented him from being controlled. His body twisted and turned, his feet gradually twisting into snake tails, two arms growing from his armpits, and his tongue splitting into two. Lockhart's current appearance was completely unlike that of a human.

"Vulcan, clear the way!" Dumbledore showed no mercy. A massive fire dragon erupted from the tip of his staff, instantly engulfing Lockhart. The scorching flames swept through the entire room, burning everything inside to ashes.

"You can't kill me, Dumbledore!"

Lockhart, who had been reduced to ashes, was restored, and his monstrous voice rang out once more, "The Mother Goddess has bestowed upon me immense power; I am invincible!"

Everyone in the corridor looked grim. Lockhart's troublesome nature had exceeded their expectations. If, as he claimed, he was immortal, then things would only get more complicated.

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"Lust! Wolves!"

Merlin angrily picked up the pink orb and slammed it onto the screen.

"It's all because of you, you believer! The timeline is messed up now! Not only do I have to fix the timeline, but I also have to find a reasonable person to get rid of you, you believer!"

The pink orb of light dared not move in Merlin's hand. After all, compared to the Supreme God of Creation in his prime, who was now only left with his will, the Supreme God of Creation in his prime could crush him as easily as crushing an ant.

"I was wrong~" Slaanesh pleaded softly. He didn't want to die. Since the Big Bang, he had never felt that he actually liked living so much. "I'll remove his immortality right now~"

"It's too late!" Merlin said angrily. "The timeline has already etched this guy into it, which means your masterpiece won't die for at least another six months, otherwise the entire timeline will collapse!"

"There's another way," the golden orb floated to the furious Merlin and said. "Let the Chosen Ones go. Only the Chosen Ones can defeat the Chosen Ones. Similarly, the Chosen Ones can defeat the Believers. Although we can't kill them now, we can expel them."

As he spoke, the golden sphere of light turned towards the void and shouted:

"Old K, Old T, Big Gear, come quick and help!"

In an instant, the red ball, the blue ball, and the brown-yellow gear appeared on the screen. After Merlin explained the cause of the matter, while the other two were still hesitating, the red ball stepped forward and said that Harry should go and have some fun in the battle.

The brown gear had no choice; after all, Harry was his chosen one, so it could only follow the red ball's lead.

The blue orb refused to help because Hermione's strength was not yet sufficient. If her soul alchemy had reached the fourth stage, she might be able to go, but unfortunately, she had only just begun to tackle the third stage.

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Harry was reading the book Snape had given him when he suddenly received a phone call.

Call Reminder

【K】

[Communication connected]

"Harry Potter".

"Who are you? What do you want? What do you want...?" Harry knew nothing about this so-called K, and this was the person who had inexplicably appeared in his contacts. He had to be cautious.

"It doesn't matter who I am. Now, you have to defeat Lockhart."

"Defeat...?" Harry laughed angrily at the attitude on the other end of the phone. "You son of a bitch, you come up here without saying a word and want me to do hard labor? I don't even know you!"

"Hey, that's a good attitude, I like it. Who I am isn't important, what's important is that if you don't go soon, your professors will all be killed by that Lockhart, believe it or not."

[Communication disconnected]

"Fuck you..." Harry cursed slowly. His Crossroads automatically activated its navigation, and the cybernetic souls all over his body began to stir, as if they all wanted to fight.

Adhering to the belief that it's better to be safe than sorry, Harry had no choice but to pick up his weapon and head towards the location indicated by the navigation. If the professor really couldn't control Lockhart, his magical world journey might turn into a visual novel, and he would be watching someone else's visual novel.

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"Khorne." The brown gear turned around and looked at the red orb of light.

"What's wrong?" Khorne looked at the brownish-yellow gear with a puzzled expression.

"Next time there's any notification about the Chosen Ones, let me be the one to deliver the message. Remember that, I will!" The brown-yellow gear looked at Khorne intently.