Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 105, Section 103: A Grand Reward to Voldemort!

At this moment, Voldemort wanted to leave this place and escape far away from it.

But he quickly calmed down.

He can't do that!

He has been dragging his broken soul, hiding and barely surviving for eleven years.

Do you know how he has spent these past eleven years?

They live on the bodies of small rodents in Albania, gathering life little by little by preying on these small animals, living a life worse than that of wild dogs.

He didn't even dare to approach those powerful subordinates who used to grovel at his feet.

Is he going to have to hide from XZ again?

He didn't want to continue living like that for even a second longer.

We must take back our bodies.

then

"Kill them both!"

"Whoever fulfills the original prophecy will cease to exist once they die."

As Voldemort thought this, his killing intent surged. He slightly raised his hand, and countless ropes bound Neville into a mummy as well.

I watched as the two little wizards, bound by layers of ropes, writhed on the ground like maggots.

Voldemort's fear immediately diminished.

He's the one in control now.

What is there to worry about?

Even if Quirrell is incompetent, he's still an adult wizard, and he's the one controlling him. How could two mere little wizards possibly turn the tables?

Give me the magic stone!

First and foremost, you must obtain the magic stone, reclaim your body, and return to your peak condition.

This is essential.

With a wave of his wand, Harry's body involuntarily flew towards Quirrell. He believed that the Philosopher's Stone he wanted must be in Harry's hands. These underground mechanisms were all set up by Dumbledore, who knew his former Transfiguration professor.

He believed in prophecy even more than he did.

Then he grabbed Harry's shoulder.

They took the Philosopher's Stone, killed Potter, and killed Longbottom.

However, unexpectedly, this simple action instantly reversed his advantageous situation.

The moment his hand touched Harry's body, it was as if he had touched "corpse-dissolving powder"; his palms, wrists, and arms began to gradually dissolve.

Quirrell let out a painful howl, and Voldemort also felt immense discomfort.

咒！

Potter has some kind of protective charm!

That protective spell is protecting him!

It's aimed at yourself!

At that moment, Voldemort suddenly understood how he had died.

Unfortunately, even if they realized it, it was too late.

The body he shared with Quirrell was no longer sufficient to sustain the casting of spells.

叮.

Just before his body was about to completely melt away, he saw it—he saw the Longbottom family child holding a bright red stone in his hand.

The real Philosopher's Stone!

It seemed as if fate had played another cruel joke on him.

He made the wrong choice again!

"Harry Potter! Neville Longbottom!"

With his last breath, Voldemort screamed in despair, his body turning into a pool of foul-smelling liquid.

Then a shadowy thing emerged from the pool of thick water, and black gas gathered together to form a distorted human face.

It was Voldemort, the remnant of Voldemort's soul. He abandoned Quirrell and planned to continue his escape.

Screaming and cursing, he uttered countless harsh words before flying towards the gate.

"Looks like I've arrived just in time."

At this crucial moment, Dali's voice rang out.

Dudley appeared at the gate at some unknown time, which was exactly the path Voldemort would take to leave.

Then he did something that surprised everyone: he raised his hand and launched a powerful attack at Voldemort's remnant soul, which had turned into a gaseous state.

Golden light illuminated the room.

Facing the oncoming slap, Voldemort, who had already turned into gas, was not worried at all. On the contrary, he was delighted. It was like a pillow being delivered when you were sleepy.

He recognized Dudley at a glance; he was the wizard who had fought him in the Forbidden Forest not long ago, whose formidable physique had left a deep impression on him.

Yes, he intended to possess Dudley's body, so he rushed straight towards Dudley's body.

A mere slap, no matter how strong, cannot harm me, because the soul has no physical form, so there is nothing to worry about.

As long as he gets a new body, as long as he can seize a new body, he will still have a chance.

This time he will absolutely not touch Harry; he will kill him in other ways, and Longbottom as well; he will take the Philosopher's Stone from him.

Victory is within reach.

next moment,

Voldemort regretted it once again.

I've lost count of how many times this has happened today.

Dudley's slap was golden and sparkling.

"Ripple Dash!"

The ripples are golden ripples. Advanced applications of ripple qigong can further enhance one's strength and unleash the body's potential.

It is also extremely lethal to dark creatures such as vampires.

The ripples formed a golden film on Dali's hand, instantly illuminating the entire room.

Then a solid slap landed on Voldemort's remnant soul.

Voldemort's previously distorted face revealed a look of astonishment.

Before he could even react, he was sent flying with a whoosh.

It slammed hard against the wall, and the black gas was immediately dispersed.

Then, wisps of black gas slowly gathered, trying to reassemble into its original form. However, the golden ripples on Dali's palm were quite damaging to his remnant soul, and he failed several times in a row.

The JoJo world only has vampires, so it seems like it can only harm vampires, but other worlds are different.

Ripple energy can cause great damage to things with negative or dark properties.

This includes Voldemort's remnant soul.

Here we can use the concepts of righteous energy and dark energy from "Jackie Chan Adventures" as a comparison. Ripple energy belongs to righteous energy, while negative and dark things belong to dark energy.

After a while, the black demonic energy gradually gathered, and Voldemort was able to reassemble, but the color of his body was much lighter than before, as if he might disappear at any moment.

"How dare you! How dare you!"

The mighty Dark Lord was swatted against the wall like a fly by a brute like Hagrid.

Disgraceful, utterly disgraceful!

A hoarse voice rang out as Voldemort's remnant soul stared intently at Dudley. But he dared not make any further moves. Dudley had proven that he was capable of harming him; that slap had at least shattered the life force he had absorbed in Albania over five or six years. Another slap and he would truly be gone.

However, while Voldemort was wary, he also developed an extreme desire for Dudley's body. Ripple not only gave Dudley muscles but also gave him extraordinary life energy, which was exactly what Voldemort craved. If he could control Dudley, he could recover quickly.

Dudley held his left hand, fingers slightly spread, less than five millimeters from his face, and twisted his waist slightly by 50 degrees, facing Voldemort in a peculiar posture. Silver moonlight shone on Dudley through the window at the top of the room.

The imposing presence of his 2.3-meter height and the bulging, muscular build create a powerful and visually striking effect.

A faint background music seemed to play behind him.

"Auntie, give it a squeeze~"

This is Describing under the moonlight!

(End of this chapter)