Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 106, Section 104: Turning Voldemort into the Philosopher's Stone!

"D-bro, you're finally here!" Neville exclaimed joyfully, his eyes sparkling as he stared at Dudley.

That's a really cool pose.

I want to be like Brother D in the future.

As for Harry, it's unclear whether the Guardian Charm consumed a lot of energy when it took effect, but he fell into a coma when Voldemort's remnant soul rushed out, so he didn't get to see this classic scene.

"escape"

This was the only thought in the mind of Voldemort's remnant soul.

If you can't beat them, can't you at least run away?

Voldemort, with only a tiny remnant of his soul remaining, had no intention of fighting Dudley.

Without a physical body, he couldn't get close to Dumbledore. Once Dumbledore appeared, he would be doomed. Of course, getting slapped by Dudley would be the same.

Anyway, he's just a mixture of steam, shadow, and soul, so illusory that running away is easy; he can just pass through walls.

Unless it is specifically targeted at the soul, even ordinary protective spells cannot stop him.

Voldemort's remnant soul bypassed Dudley and slammed its head against the wall.

Bang.

An unexpected thing happened: the wall that should have been easily crossed seemed to have been covered by an invisible wall, which prevented Voldemort from crossing.

The soul that had been painstakingly gathered was shattered once again, and faint black gas scattered in all directions.

"Darling Lord, it is extremely rude of you to leave without even saying goodbye."

"That's not gentlemanly behavior."

Dali raised his chin, looking at the black energy gathering again with a hint of mockery, and patted the closed door behind him: "From now on, this is open to all."

"Snap!" Dali snapped his fingers lightly.

A faint glow emanated from the walls, and symbols gradually appeared on the walls.

Those are all alchemy arrays.

Dudley had already begun carving the array when he entered the underground, and these rooms were already covered by the alchemy array.

Extending his right hand toward the location of Voldemort's remnant soul, he slightly closed his spread fingers, and the transmutation arrays began to shrink at an extremely fast speed until they trapped Voldemort's remnant soul in an area of ​​less than half a meter.

Voldemort's remnant soul did not know what Dudley was going to do, nor did it understand the meaning of these transmutation circles.

His intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

Can't sit still.

So it crashed into the wall again, and unsurprisingly, it shattered into pieces once more.

The remnant of Voldemort's soul, after being reassembled, appeared extremely panicked, frantically darting around within the area shrunk by Dudley.

"What are these things? Spells? Dark magic? Ancient runes (rune)? No! I've never seen anything like them before."

Voldemort searched his memory repeatedly, but to no avail.

He couldn't recognize the symbols and characters, let alone understand what they were.

There were things in the wizarding world that he didn't know?

The great philosopher, Xun Ge'er, once said: "The oldest and strongest fear of mankind is the fear of the unknown. Unless you have enough firepower."

Before Voldemort became the most terrifying Dark Lord, he was still considered human. Even now, neither human nor ghost, he can still be considered a partially incomplete human.

Seeing that it could not escape, the remnant soul could only try to get information from Dali, hoping that if it knew what the thing was, it would have a way to deal with it.

Alchemy.

Dali slowly uttered a few words.

Even if we told Voldemort, it wouldn't matter. He's from another world; would he even understand it?

What good is understanding? Can he even use it?

"No, this can't be alchemy."

Voldemort screamed, making no attempt to hide his panic and unease.

As the Dark Lord who dominated the world eleven years ago, how could he not know alchemy?

He had never been this panicked, not even when facing Dumbledore.

"This is alchemy."

Dudley said this, turning to look at Neville, who was already in a daze: "Look at this pathetic wretch who doesn't even have a body, do you know who he is?"

Although Neville had some guesses based on Harry's conversation with the remnant of Voldemort's soul, he hadn't made a definitive conclusion.

"He is Voldemort, the Dark Lord who once dominated the wizarding world more than a decade ago."

"Now, survival or destruction rests solely on my word."

When the name Voldemort was mentioned, Neville unconsciously shrank back. It wasn't that Neville had witnessed Voldemort's power and was afraid of him; it was a conditioned reflex. He was a child who grew up listening to Voldemort stories, and to him, Voldemort was nothing more than the old lady with the cat face, the strange old lady, or the old man with the hunchback.

This guy, whom Dudley feared most as a child, was now completely manipulated by Dudley.

Neville's adoration of Dudley had reached an extreme.

If Harry were awake, he would tell him that it was D.G. There's nothing D.G. can't do.

In fact, if a direct confrontation were to occur, without getting close, Dudley might not necessarily be able to completely defeat Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort.

However, with Harry's protective charm of "love" and the double insurance of Ripple as a backup, Voldemort's remnant soul, having finally found a body, was simply gone.

He thought he had made the wrong choice, but in reality, it would have been the same if he had chosen Neville, who was wearing the props that Dudley had carefully prepared for Voldemort.

Ripple Qi Gong will still cause him harm, perhaps not as severely as it is now, but his remnant soul will still be expelled.

Voldemort's remnant soul no longer cared about manners. He was willing to do anything to keep him alive, constantly pleading with Dudley and offering one tempting offer after another, attempting to use words to bewitch Dudley. This was his specialty when he was not yet powerful in his previous life.

And they often succeed.

For example, Quiro, who just died from the Guardian Curse, was persuaded by him through a series of threats and inducements in Albania.

In his view, Dudley was just a minor wizard, and it would be a piece of cake for him to take him down personally.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed again.

What he calls linguistic seduction is simply empty promises.

Dudley completely ignored him. In his previous life, he could eat his fill of cakes every day, so Voldemort's cakes seemed rather immature to him. Perhaps only innocent wizards who had not experienced the harsh realities of society would believe his nonsense.

He even pointed out the contradictions and shortcomings of Voldemort's "big pancake" and explained them to Neville.

Nawei said he learned something new.

Seeing that Dudley remained unmoved and showed no intention of reconciliation, Voldemort's remnant spirit changed his empty promises into threats.

It sounded rather like he was exasperated.

Dudley had finished the final steps, and a pattern composed of a circle and a regular heptagon appeared directly below Voldemort's remnant soul.

His sole purpose in drawing the transmutation circle to trap Voldemort's remnant soul was to create a transmutation circle.

He had a bold idea.

Turn Voldemort into the Philosopher's Stone.

(End of this chapter)