Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"Now!" Professor McGonagall shouted. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the dragon transformed into a cage of flames that locked Riddle firmly in place. Riddle's face was contorted, and his serpentine body writhed and struggled. He was in so much pain that he could barely breathe. His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound.

Riddle is now unable to struggle, let alone stand up; he can only watch as his body is locked up.

Dumbledore walked ahead of the professors, watching Riddle struggle. He plunged his wand into the spot where Riddle had been cut by the chainsaw, casting a spell of Vulcan through his flesh. The corruption in the chainsaw wound seemed to be suppressed by some divine power, and it was now unable to stop Dumbledore's spell.

Flames surged through every possible opening in the snake's body, peeling away bone spurs, tentacles, and skin inch by inch. But supported by that force, his body would not collapse for a long time.

"Pop".

A crisp sound rang out, and Riddle automatically detached his body from the snake's body before the flames reached him, attempting to escape, but how could he possibly get away?

"Frozen!" Three freezing spells were cast on Selena's body, which Riddle was parasitizing, trapping her in ice. Then, Snape and McGonagall continued to cast imprisoning and sealing spells on Riddle's ice to ensure that he could not escape completely. Snape and McGonagall went to help Dumbledore roast snakes, while Sprout went to guide the students and help the wounded.

The matter on Riddle's side has been settled, but let's turn back the clock and focus on Harry's side.

Lockhart finally managed to clean the cabbages, when he heard several "whoosh" sounds behind him as something was vomited onto his back.

"Sir, be careful, it's a poisonous tentacle!" The person who had just recognized the Chinese man-eating cabbage naturally recognized the poisonous tentacle as well and warned Lockhart.

"Shut up, I don't need you trash to remind me. Do you think I can't recognize you?" Lockhart scolded the cannon fodder who followed him, but they closed their eyes happily as if they were being rewarded, and pink light appeared on their bodies.

Lockhart turned to look at the poisonous tentacles and let out a disdainful laugh.

"That's all the useless tricks they have left. I'm immortal!"

Lockhart brandished his trident, and Slaanesh's corrupting power struck the poisonous tentacles once more. However, the energy that the tentacles could normally withstand was now reduced to ashes, accompanied by a sigh of relief as they made it in time.

Lockhart laughed even more wildly, scratched his itchy back, and swayed his body toward Hogwarts. But at this moment, he didn't notice that not far away, a wand with a scope attached was aiming at him.

Harry had already removed the scope from the extra pistol he was carrying. After all, why fight head-on when you can outsmart someone? So, he attached the scope to his wand and used it to simulate a gun muzzle, aiming it at Lockhart's head.

"The Divine Edge is Without a Shadow."

Harry murmured a spell, and a silver flash appeared at the tip of his staff as an invisible blade shot toward Lockhart's head. However, Harry overlooked one thing: the speed of a spell is much slower than a bullet. By the time the Sleight of Hand spell reached its target, it was a body length away from Lockhart's head. Moreover, Lockhart was now more than twice their height, making it impossible for the spell to hit them.

"That was my oversight," Harry thought, crouching behind the bushes. The chances of killing that bitch by underhanded means were now slim to none. Fortunately, Lockhart was a combat idiot, and the group he brought were like Muggles, not using any magic at all.

The blue mantis knife shot out, its 2,000-degree heat creating waves in the air. The grass where Harry was crouching was instantly ignited by the intense heat, and the inexplicable flames successfully drew the attention of Lockhart and his group.

Lockhart frowned, then swung his trident, turning a stone into a spike, and launched it at the bushes. The spike pierced the bushes, but there was nothing behind them. Even after the grass had burned away, nothing emerged from within.

"Keep going." Lockhart didn't take any of this seriously.

"Sir, this..." A cannon fodder tried to remind him, but he interrupted him directly.

"What, an ambush? Are you scared?" Lockhart grinned crookedly. "I'm invincible. No ambush can kill me."

"You deserve to die."

A voice rang out behind Lockhart, interrupting his laughter. Lockhart turned to look at the nearest cannon fodder. Without even listening to his explanation, he reached out and twisted his head off.

"Question me? You dare to challenge me?"

Lockhart tossed his head aside, opened his mouth, and, disregarding the main task at hand, began to lecture the cannon fodder behind him.

"Idiot, look behind you."

Lockhart's smile froze, and before he could turn his head, two mantis blades pierced through his body.

Harry sheathed the mantis knife, wanting to see if the guy's healing factor was still that freakish, otherwise he wouldn't be able to fight it at all.

Lockhart felt no pain from the cuts on his body, and his frozen smile turned into a savage grin as he looked at Harry.

"I've already said it, I'm invincible..."

Before he could finish speaking, his expression froze, and then he screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground with his four hands tightly clutching his wounds. It wasn't that there was no injury, but rather that the pain was so intense that his nerves hadn't reacted in time.

"What did you do to the adults?!"

The group of cannon fodder reacted faster than Lockhart. They quickly ran to Lockhart and formed a human wall to surround him.

Lockhart's healing abilities had weakened considerably; injuries that should have healed instantly were now only slightly less painful. He looked up, staring intently at Harry, and said:

"Harry, they're just ordinary people. Are you going to kill them? Are you going to betray your kindness? Are you going to..."

Lockhart's words caused Harry's expression to turn strange. Kindness? Was he talking about him? Harry then sheathed the mantis knife in his hand. Lockhart, seeing this, secretly rejoiced. "Everyone, kill Harry Potter! I'm going to turn him into RB..."

Before Lockhart could finish speaking, his joy vanished. Harry kicked a cannon fodder away, pulled a red object from his pocket, shoved it into someone's hand, and then jumped away quickly.

The man lay on the ground, somewhat dazed, and opened his palm to look at what was in his hand: a red, oval-shaped object. These country bumpkins from the magic world had never seen anything like it before and couldn't recognize it at first, but there was no time for them to figure it out.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, sending the crowd flying everywhere. People's fragments flew all over the sky. Lockhart's body was blown away by the grenade, but his strong body strength prevented him from being seriously injured. However, the blood and organs of his cannon fodder flew everywhere, drenching him like rain.

Harry flicked out his mantis knife and walked toward Lockhart. He was utterly fed up with that bastard and wanted to try chopping Lockhart into mincemeat. He didn't believe the guy could heal himself.

Harry stood in front of Lockhart, who was lying prone, with his Mantis Knife raised high, ready to deliver a fatal blow. But at that moment, Lockhart suddenly raised his head and fired a Corruption Orb at Harry's chest.