Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"You can't kill me! I'm invincible!" Lockhart stood up, his upper left hand pressed his fingers to his forehead, his upper right hand was tucked under his armpit, his lower left hand was sewing at his crotch, and his lower right hand crushed his wand, turning it into pure magical power that gathered in his hand. He looked like an invincible being.

Unable to push aside Dumbledore's Vulcan dominance, he simply forced his way through, hoping to instill some pressure in them.

"Crushed to pieces!"

"Flames are raging!"

"Freeze immediately!"

"Torn apart!"

......

The professors had all arrived, and Lockhart's office had become a battlefield. All the students had been cleared out by Filch and the Ghost, and the walls on both sides of the corridor had been smashed to pieces, just to create a larger battlefield.

"Chaos!" Lockhart abandoned his invincible stance, flicking his upper right hand. A burst of pink magic shot towards the professors. Dumbledore reacted the fastest, cutting off Vulcan's path and guiding the pink magic to the tip of his wand. The pink magic spun, only to be deflected back by Dumbledore along the same trajectory, but even faster. Lockhart couldn't dodge in time and was hit by his own attack, but he didn't react at all, because he was already in chaos.

Lockhart grinned distortedly, turning his head 180 degrees to look at the professors, emitting a laugh that was not human. His lower left hand stopped sewing because the liquid had sprayed onto the ground. His aura intensified again, and pink energy formed a pattern behind him that looked like a combination of the ♂ and ♀ icons.

"I will defeat you all! I will dedicate the entire Hogwarts, the entire wizarding world, to my Mother Goddess! Hahahahahahaha!!"

He conjured four tridents from his four hands, each capable of unleashing a corrupting attack on the professors.

"Useless, useless, useless, useless!"

Lockhart laughed maniacally, all the magic hitting him was like water evaporating, having almost no effect. He had already approached Dumbledore, who was standing at the front, and swung his trident down fiercely, but it was blocked by the armor that had formed an arm shield on Dumbledore's arm.

"Since you're immortal, then try this move, Avada Kedavra!"

After a long brainstorming session, Dumbledore finally decided to use the most unforgivable curse, the Avada Kedavra Curse.

A green spell, as thick as a bucket, slammed into Lockhart. Lockhart's body was sent flying by the powerful impact, and his eyes glazed over for a moment. But this could not defeat him. The power Slaanesh gave him was not only physical but also protected his soul.

"Out of options, Albus!!" Lockhart laughed even harder when he realized that even the most powerful wizard's Avada Kedavra curse had failed to kill him.

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"

Snape used the Sleight of Hand spell on Lockhart. The spell, which shimmered with a silvery light like a blade, struck Lockhart, instantly slicing his body to pieces, only to regenerate once more.

A new eye appeared on his temple, looking at Snape.

"My darling, the professor who suits my heart best, I've told you all about him, but it's no use, none of your spells work..."

"The Divine Edge is Without a Shadow."

A silver spell mixed with red light struck Lockhart. Before Lockhart could finish speaking, he turned around, saw Harry who had just arrived, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"My second beloved treasure, you too..."

Lockhart's eyes suddenly widened. The wound on his body from Harry's slashing attack had not healed; on the contrary, it was expanding under the influence of the red light. Unparalleled pain shot into his brain, a pain more unbearable than the pain in his soul, like a punishment from the gods, which could not be transformed into pleasure.

"Harry!?" Professor Flitwick turned to look at Harry, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Harry, what are you doing here!" Professor McGonagall called out anxiously to Harry, not wanting any of her students to get hurt.

"Run! Harry, professors, hold him off!" Professor Sprout held a cabbage covered in tusks, deciding when to throw it while urging Harry to run.

"Professor, I have a way to defeat him!"

Harry said that ever since that guy named Old K hung up the phone, he felt streams of red energy flowing into his body, and streams of brownish-yellow power strengthening his prosthetic body.

He stopped talking and activated the Sianwistan. Amplified by the brownish-yellow power, the Sianwistan's time-stop efficiency was increased by a terrifying 95%, and time was almost stopped. The mantis blade popped out from his arm. After being amplified, the bright white mantis blade turned blue-white and was still turning pure blue, indicating that its temperature had reached over 2,000 degrees Celsius.

He ran at a terrifying speed under the influence of S.A.S.A.S., with adrenaline-guided speeds that even surpassed those of the Leeroy Jenkins tendon prosthesis.

On the mantis blade, a touch of red appeared in the blue area—Khorne's blessing, which allowed him to harm Slaanesh followers. Although he couldn't kill them, it was enough to drive them away.

The mantis blade slashed deep into Lockhart's body, but it didn't sever him. A voice in his head told him that as long as Lockhart's body wasn't declared dead, he could continue to be eroded by Khorne's power and continue to feel pain.

The Mantis Knife slashed dozens of deep, bone-revealing wounds across Lockhart's body. Then Harry took out his wand and unleashed a powerful attack on Lockhart's groin. He then quickly ran to Dumbledore's side and stopped Sion Wesley.

"Aa ...

Lockhart let out a painful scream in an instant, an unparalleled agony. Blood flowed from his eyes. These wounds could not heal quickly and were constantly being eroded. As a Slaanesh demon, his vitality was exceptionally strong, so these wounds would not kill him. This meant that he could not use resurrection to restore himself to his full strength.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!!"

Lockhart, in his anguish and rage, called out Harry's name. That fleeting red and green figure—it was Harry again. This power was practically on par with his Mother Goddess. Under such power, he dared not gamble on whether he would truly be killed.

"Harry?" The professors turned to look at Harry, who had suddenly appeared beside Dumbledore, and then at Lockhart, who was calling out Harry's name in anguish. They realized that Harry had done it.

"Lockhart, get out of school now!!"

Dumbledore raised his wand at Lockhart. There was nothing he could do; he couldn't kill Lockhart. Although Harry could harm Lockhart, he dared not gamble on whether Harry could kill Lockhart, otherwise the price would be Lockhart regaining his full strength.

"Damn it..." Lockhart glared angrily at Harry, then at Dumbledore, before glancing at the window behind him. He leaped out like a spring, smashing through the glass and crashing to the ground from a height of ten meters. He then twisted and turned as he fled towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Dumbledore, Harry Potter..." Lockhart didn't forget his grudge even as he fled.