The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 128 Who is she?

The air was as cold as ice, and the oppressive feeling was so strong that it made the young wizards stop breathing. The terrifying pressure, which could not be described in words, made everyone's heart pound like a drum. Hannah clung tightly to Lucas's arm, while Neville let out a loud scream.

Harry felt frozen solid, as if his veins were filled with ice, and his eyes were filled with fear.

How could he not recognize this man?

Even if he had no clear memories, even if he could only vaguely hear his parents' screams and pleas in those nightmares, he recognized the man the moment his distorted face appeared.

This is the nightmare that has haunted him since childhood, the killer who left this scar on his forehead, murdered his parents, shrouded the whole of Britain in darkness, and is a demon whose name no one dares to call out!

Voldemort!

No one could speak; the palpable pressure sent chills down their spines, and a single thought lingered in their minds like a dark cloud—

You'll die if you open your mouth!

Harry heard his teeth chattering, but he couldn't make a sound.

At that moment, so many questions were stuck in my throat. Weren't you dead? Why are you here? How did you infiltrate Hogwarts? What do you want to do here!

But he couldn't get the answer out of him; he could only stare at the man in fear. Voldemort took a deep breath, and the cold pressure in the air grew heavier.

"Ah—the taste of fear, my favorite taste." Voldemort's bloodshot eyes gleamed coldly. "You fear me so much, Harry Potter, then I'm very curious, how did you, a mere baby ten years ago, manage to defeat me?"

He took a step forward, and the young wizards stumbled backward, their bodies pressed against the door and the wall.

"I—I!" Harry finally spoke. He wanted to shout that he wasn't afraid of him at all, but his stammering voice betrayed his fear.

He groaned in pain, and a sudden, intense pain shot through the scar on his forehead.

This is real—this is not a nightmare—Voldemort, he's standing right in front of me!

Voldemort stroked his wand with great interest, and black mist began to emanate from his body, growing thicker and thicker.

"Yes—I am the Dark Lord who rules England, and I killed your parents with ease." Voldemort laughed smugly. "Now I can kill you and your friends with a wave of my wand. Believe me, it's not much more complicated than crushing an ant."

"What reason do you have not to be afraid? Kneel down and beg me, Potter. Let me hear your most humble pleas, and perhaps I can cheer you up and forgive your life? Behold, the Dark Lord is so magnanimous—"

Pleading—Harry clutched the scar on his forehead in anguish. In that instant, fragments of memory flickered like mirror light, and he suddenly heard some voices.

A man's voice was urgently shouting, "Lily, take Harry and run! It's him! Run! I'll hold him off!"

Someone stumbled out of the room, the door slammed open, followed by a piercing, high-pitched burst of maniacal laughter—

Harry desperately wanted to stop him, to stop him from going, but he was trapped in the icy mist and there was nothing he could do.

Then someone screamed—it was a person—

"Don't touch Harry! Don't touch Harry! Please don't touch Harry!"

"Get out of the way, you stupid woman—get out of the way now—"

"Don't touch Harry, please, kill me, just kill me," a cold mist filled his mind—ah. How he wanted to help her—she was about to die—she was about to be killed—

"Don't touch Harry! Please—have mercy—have mercy—"

A shrill voice was laughing wildly, and a woman was screaming.

The sound of Voldemort's laughter in his mind suddenly overlapped with the loud laughter of Voldemort in front of him. Harry abruptly raised his head, his emerald green eyes brimming with tears.

He stared intently into Voldemort's red eyes, and Voldemort visibly paused, his laughter abruptly ceasing.

"You killed my parents!" Harry squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, his previously cowering body rising inch by inch, his voice booming from his chest.

"Voldemort! You killed my father and mother! My mother begged you like that! How could you!" Harry roared, tears streaming down his face. "You want me to beg you? Dream on! You're dreaming!"

Hatred consumed all fear, and the young lion let out a desperate roar.

Voldemort's eyes widened, his face seemed even paler, and he actually took a step back.

"I'm going to kill you!"

With a roar, Harry leaped up and lunged at Voldemort!

He didn't know any magic yet, so he threw away his wand and charged at the dark demon with his bare hands!

The young wizards were all stunned.

Then, a flash of light!

Harry was thrown back violently, slamming heavily against the door with a painful groan.

Voldemort simply waved his wand.

A mocking expression appeared on his distorted, noseless face.

"You're too late—Potter, you've had enough fear already. What you have now is not courage, but hatred, and hatred cannot help you defeat me."

"You didn't defeat me ten years ago; you only managed to escape by sheer luck. Now, you can't do anything either."

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Voldemort seemed to be losing patience.

"Then, you and your friends, go to hell."

He raised his wand, and a cold, terrifying green light shone from the tip of the wand!

Then came the "pulling apart of tendons and bones!"

Lucas's incantation echoed through the room, and a pale spell struck Voldemort!

Voldemort grunted and stumbled backward, crashing into the wardrobe.

Lucas had already stood in front of Harry, his maple wand gleaming with a dazzling golden light.

The young wizards were stunned. In that instant, the terrifying pressure in the air vanished, and the icy feeling disappeared.

Lucas defeated Voldemort!

However, the next moment, Voldemort also waved his wand. Lucas did not see any light of the spell at all, nor could he dodge it. He only felt a great force strike him from mid-air!

With a bang, Lucas was slammed against the wall, his face contorted in pain.

"Lucas!"

Ellie, Hannah, Neville, and Hermione screamed in unison, and tears streamed down Hannah and Neville's faces.

That's Voldemort! He brutally murdered so many people, created the Horror of Britain, a dark monster with unimaginable power, whose name people dared not even utter.

No matter how brave Lucas is, he is still just an eleven-year-old boy.

How could he possibly defeat Voldemort?

Ellie screamed and drew her wand, but her hand trembled. The pressure from Voldemort was far more terrifying than that from the black dragon.

Hermione was in a state of turmoil, filled with many questions about Voldemort's appearance. But fear overwhelmed all her thoughts, and all she could think of was praying that Professor Dumbledore would appear immediately to save her.

But Dumbledore didn't appear, and Lucas grinned and flipped himself to his feet!

That was the smile of victory!

"You're not Voldemort!" Lucas roared. "Look at me, you Boggart!"

Boggart?!

Harry was stunned, Ellie was stunned, Neville and Hannah were stunned, but a thought flashed through Hermione's mind.

It was as if the pages of a book were rustling, and all the records from those extracurricular books were imprinted in my mind. All the doubts and questions were resolved, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sunshine filled my heart.

She understood everything!

Why is Voldemort in Hogwarts? Why is Voldemort in a closet in an empty room at Hogwarts?

Lucas was right. What crawled out of the tattered wardrobe was a Boggart. It absorbed Harry's fears, read Harry's memories, and became Voldemort, the thing Harry feared most.

Moreover, it's not just about copying appearances; as a dark magical creature, the Boggart can also directly replicate the abilities of its shapeshifting target!

However, this kind of abnormal replication has two limitations. First, it can only replicate abilities known to the person whose abilities are being read.

For example, someone might be terrified of the eight-eyed giant spider, but only of its appearance and hairy legs; they are unaware of its terrifying venom. Similarly, the eight-eyed giant spider that Boggart transformed from by reading his memories would not possess the ability to venom.

However, if the person being read imagines something in their mind and believes that what they fear truly possesses a certain power, then the Boggart can also materialize it.

For example, if someone genuinely believes that the eight-eyed spider can breathe fire, then the eight-eyed spider conjured by Boggart can indeed breathe fire.

Secondly, the strength of the replicated abilities is positively correlated with the level of fear in the person whose abilities are being read. In other words, the more fearful the person being read is, the stronger the abilities that the Boggart conjures will be, even surpassing the original's!

In layman's terms, whatever you fear, the Boggart will manifest; the more you fear something, the stronger the Boggart will become.

The Voldemort that Boggart conjures up now is actually just the Voldemort from Harry's baby memories, not the real Voldemort.

An infant's memories are merely buried deep within their consciousness, not completely forgotten. Furthermore, since Harry entered the wizarding world, he has actually been deepening his impressions and memories of Voldemort. Therefore, Boggart successfully unearthed them and transformed them into Voldemort.

Boggart's constant threats to Harry after his appearance were designed to instill greater fear in Harry, thus enhancing his own power.

However, baby Harry had never seen Voldemort's true abilities, so Boggart could only display the abilities that Harry had seen and imagined.

So the Voldemort he conjured was very powerful, but this power was strange. Voldemort inexplicably sent Harry flying and then struck Lucas, but as a legendary wizard, he was directly hit by Lucas's spell. Although he was hit, he wasn't injured, and then his counterattack failed to kill Lucas—

These inconsistencies were all the result of Harry's own imagination, and they also helped Lucas confirm the truth about "Voldemort".

Harry probably knew only one spell Voldemort used: a green light shone again from the tip of Voldemort's wand, but drawn by Lucas's roar, his gaze was already fixed on Lucas!

Even though Voldemort roared with resentment, Boggart's power had already been unleashed.

Voldemort collapsed like melting wax, beginning to writhe and reshape himself—

Lucas straightened up; he knew he had won.

With his abnormal ability to replicate, the Boggart can inflict considerable damage on a lone wizard when caught off guard, and even has a record of killing wizards with weak wills.

However, its weakness becomes apparent when facing two or more wizards.

It wanted to scare this person and that person at the same time, but the result of its frequent transformations was that its identity was exposed and it could not scare anyone. In fact, because it wanted to scare several people at the same time, it became a particularly ridiculous thing.

Now, it has set its sights on Lucas, wanting to become what Lucas fears most.

However, having its true identity exposed, it had lost all its intimidating power. Lucas even leisurely recalled whether the book contained any spells that could directly defeat Boggart.

The books sent by those enthusiastic wizards stated that courage and unwavering will were the ultimate weapons to defeat a Boggart; when the wizards were no longer afraid, the Boggart would lose its source of power. The books also seemed to contain spells directly against the Boggart, but Lucas had too much to learn and hadn't had time to learn them.

Never mind, even if I don't know the spells yet, it's enough to deal with this exposed Boggart.

Not to mention that there's a group of little wizards here that could completely throw it into chaos, it would be difficult for it to even focus its attention on me and conjure up something I'm afraid of.

Amid the exclamations of the young wizards, Lucas strode up to Boggart.

I'm also curious, what am I most afraid of?

I really don't know... I've already experienced death, I've already grasped the meaning of life, and I'm wholeheartedly pursuing what I love! I'm not even afraid of death, so what else could I be afraid of?

Sure enough, the Boggart's transformation was extremely slow, unlike when it transformed in the closet while facing Harry. Under Lucas's gaze, it writhed and swayed with difficulty, struggling to transform into a concrete form.

Lucas stared at it for a while, then finally lost his patience.

"Everyone, come over here. We can make this Boggart bring about his own destruction."

Hermione had just quickly explained what a Boggart was, and Ellie, Hannah, Neville, and Harry roughly understood the situation. Now, hearing Lucas's summons, they were all ready to step forward and let the Boggart dissipate in complete chaos.

But they had barely taken a step when they suddenly stopped. Hannah gasped, and Neville's face turned pale again.

Lucas's eyes widened in surprise.

Then it seemed that Boggart had finally settled on a self-target and began to transform rapidly!

After a series of mud-sculpt-like undulations, everyone stared wide-eyed as a woman stood before Lucas.

She was exceptionally beautiful, tall, with thick, smooth black hair, heavy eyelids, and thick, long eyelashes.

But her face wore a cruel, crazed smile, and her eyes were filled with naked murderous intent.