Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"Few people who die in this world die of starvation."

"Then why did you remind him to eat earlier? Huh?" Harry was puzzled at first, but when he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize something and looked at Kane with a very funny expression, while the latter nodded.

"That's right, it's the one you're thinking of."

So now that he's come to this world, instead of letting Voldemort, that old codger, starve to death, how will he die? Harry couldn't help but have a strange feeling, as if he had returned to the real world. He wasn't in a hurry anymore; he just wanted to come here and see how Voldemort would be killed by all sorts of abstract methods.

And thinking back to his first meeting with Kane, what was Kane afraid of back then?

I'm afraid of the dark, and I'm afraid of small insects or other random things that seem ordinary to me.

And considering that Kane escaped from this world in the first place, does that mean those things in this world are very scary and terrifying?

So, will I be able to see Voldemort being chased and screaming by those tiny insects he usually wouldn't even glance at?

Thinking of this, Harry's smile became even more pronounced.

Time flows extremely fast in the Eternal Realm; almost in the blink of an eye, the sky changes from bright daylight to dusk without any gradual transition whatsoever.

The approaching darkness did not do Voldemort any harm. At least in his own mind, he had already eaten his fill, and once it was completely dark, he could perhaps find some straw to spend the night in this desolate wilderness. He could then figure out how to leave this hellish place when he woke up the next morning.

In this way, he swept up all the dry grass within a short radius like autumn leaves in the wind, and piled it neatly on the ground to make it softer.

Just as Voldemort was diligently making his bed for the night, a strange sound rang out, and the sky over the Eternal Realm turned completely dark.

Hidden in the shadows, Kane and his companions witnessed everything. The shadows granted them a completely different level of visibility, allowing them to see the true nature of the night in the Eternal Realm.

Voldemort was still laying out his straw bed there, while several strange, shadowy figures, seemingly come to life, slowly crawled toward him. Once they were at a suitable distance, *snap*!

Voldemort felt a burning pain in his back and jumped up from the top of the straw bed: "Who? Who is it? What is that?"

Just as he uttered those words, another strangely shaped shadow appeared in front of him, but Voldemort himself was completely unaware of it. The next moment, the shadow struck him directly in the face.

Snapped!

"Ah! Kane, is that you? Kane, Kanesis, get out here and stop playing tricks."

Kane raised an eyebrow in surprise at this scene. Normally, an ordinary person would be completely killed by the darkness after a couple of blows, but Voldemort was still alive. Clearly, he wasn't the only one who was surprised.

Charlie, who was hiding in the shadows studying some strange things, also noticed the strangeness here. She quickly stretched out a slender, shadowy hand and slowly appeared on Voldemort's head, gently tapping it.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Voldemort was knocked unconscious by the immense force.

As Voldemort lost consciousness, the hawks that had been ganging up on him got bored and slowly crawled away to other places, no longer approaching Voldemort.

"Wow, Voldemort's blood is so thick, how come he's still alive?"

Kane was somewhat disappointed by this scene, but also a little pleased. Fortunately, Voldemort had a lot of health; if he had been easily killed on the first night, Kane wouldn't have had much fun watching him.

Soon, he felt strange gazes directed at him. Somewhat surprised, he turned and glanced back at Dumbledore, who was giving him those looks, and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

The latter then spoke leisurely: "So you're the one who, in this godforsaken place where you'd be killed if you didn't turn on the lights in the dark, managed to find your way to kingship and finally escape?"

Harry and Sirius, reminded by Dumbledore's words, immediately realized that this place was, strictly speaking, Kane's hometown, which explained why Kane was able to thrive here.

hiss……

Kane is a big shot.

Chapter 418 Capture Voldemort and Refine Him in an Instant!

"So now you realize how powerful I am?" Kane said with a smug look on his face, hands on his hips.

"You are indeed impressive, but I still feel sorry for you, being in such a godforsaken place," Dumbledore said with a sigh.

Harry's concern was rather strange. He looked at Kane and said with some surprise, "You can thrive here, but you couldn't stand the Dursleys after less than a month?"

Kane looked at Harry, raising an eyebrow with a hint of helplessness: "I can thrive here, but I couldn't stand the Dursleys for even a month. You, who have been with the Dursleys for over ten years, shouldn't you have even more problems than me?"

Harry was momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say. Sirius, however, clearly knew exactly what he should say.

“Those Dursleys deserve to die,” Sirius said with a serious expression.

"There's really no need to go to that extent," Dumbledore, who had just dropped Harry off at the Dursleys' house, explained casually.

“Okay, I’ll add what I said earlier. You’re a little bit damn bad,” Sirius added.

Look, Dumbledore and Sirius, who were staring at each other with their mouths agape, raised an eyebrow with amusement. Then he looked down and counted on his fingers. Night in the Eternal Realm is very short, so if nothing unexpected happens, there are 12 seconds left, oh, 11 seconds.

As the 11 seconds ended, a ray of light appeared in the sky not far away, and this light spread across the entire continent at an extremely fast speed.

Voldemort was lucky enough to arrive in the Eternal Realm on his second day.

As Voldemort slowly awoke on his meticulously prepared straw bed, Sirius Black clicked his tongue in disapproval: "What incredible luck to have survived."

Kane raised an eyebrow: "I thought you'd be glad he didn't die so easily."

Unlike Kane and his three companions, who were watching the spectacle with obvious enjoyment and wished they could each have a bucket of popcorn, this group was different.

Voldemort had now recovered from the shock of being knocked unconscious by Charlie's punch, and he began to recount everything that had happened from the previous night until now.

Well, there wasn't much information to it. It just got dark, and a few seconds later, I was whipped by a strange force. I was whipped three times in total until I passed out.

So it's quite obvious that this world is full of strange things. You don't even need to notice them; you can tell just by looking at the art style.

So it's perfectly normal for this bizarre world to have all sorts of weird and ridiculous things or mechanisms.

For example, the darkness in this world, damn it, bites!

This is a world truth that Voldemort figured out in less than a quarter of an hour.

Then what I need to do is quite obvious. What that little bastard Kane said to me was completely wrong.

I shouldn't have tried to find something to eat before dark, or rather, finding something to eat wasn't important at all. I wouldn't starve to death for a while, but if I was unlucky, the darkness in this godforsaken place could really kill me.

Therefore, the most important and correct thing to do after coming into this world is to find a source of light before nightfall, or in other words, to create a flame.

If his magic still works, then this is a piece of cake for him. He doesn't even need to use a wand or chant a spell. With just a thought, he can set the world ablaze.

But the really annoying truth is that I can't use magic right now.

What exactly did that brat do to me?

Voldemort, fuming himself into a balloon, began searching the entire wilderness for all sorts of supplies.

This time, he searched for more than just food and hay. He also searched for other things, such as branches and pebbles.

As he held these things in his hands, it seemed as if he had suddenly understood something.

He sensed the basic rules of this world, such as how everyone can create strange and wonderful things simply by using their own hands.

For example, if you combine pebbles and twigs, you can create an axe. So, does this mean you should chop down trees?

Voldemort looked at the woods not far away and sighed helplessly. He thought to himself that the greatest dark wizard in history had been reduced to using such ridiculous Muggle tools to chop down a ridiculous piece of wood. How pathetic!

Fortunately, there were no living people around me. Otherwise, if outsiders saw me in this pathetic, pitiful, and laughable state, I would have no will to live at all.

Hidden in the shadows, Kane and his three companions, who were quietly spying, were completely unaware of what Voldemort was thinking.

Well, actually, some people did notice it. For example, Dumbledore's eyes were constantly and intensely focused on Voldemort's eyes.

And it is clear that Voldemort has now not only had his outward magic destroyed by this world, but the Occlumency spell that was supposed to constantly protect his memories and thoughts has also been easily dismantled by this world, allowing Dumbledore's gaze to easily pass through his eyes.

Looking into Voldemort's eyes, Dumbledore revealed a strange smile. He was hesitating whether to tell others about this interesting discovery when he saw Voldemort resolutely walk towards a strange-looking tree not far away.

"Is he going to chop down a tree? Well, I asked a stupid question." After saying that, Dumbledore watched quietly as Voldemort went to chop down the tree.

To be honest, in the seven years he had been Voldemort's teacher, he had never seen Voldemort so helpless and pathetic. The idea of ​​someone like that personally chopping down a tree with an axe was something Dumbledore had never even dared to dream of before.

And soon, something even more embarrassing happened to Voldemort.

The moment the axe cleaved into the trunk, the entire evergreen tree trembled violently, its bark cracked, its branches and leaves rustled off, and its roots made a dull cracking sound in the soil.

He slowly pulled the roots out of the soil, the branches twisted into thick limbs, and the bark turned out in a hideous pattern, becoming a grotesque maw.

The tree, which was originally harmless and quietly waiting for Voldemort's axe to chop it down, was transformed into a baring, clawing tree spirit that charged ruthlessly at Voldemort.

Voldemort's mind went blank for a moment as he watched this scene unfold.

"What the hell is this?"

And so, Voldemort died on the morning of the second day after he arrived in the Eternal Realm. As Voldemort's world-weary soul, much smaller than that of a normal person, appeared in the Eternal Realm, Kane waved his hand, breaking through the shadows of the four of them, and appeared in front of Voldemort's soul.

Voldemort's soul, witnessing this scene, was unaware of what had happened. In an instant, anger surged to his soul's face, making his already impure soul appear even more red. Then, Kane reached out and grabbed him, instantly refining him.

The fragment of Voldemort's soul hidden inside Harry's head has died once again.

Chapter 419 Meeting

With Voldemort's soul completely obliterated by Kane, Harry, who had been struggling with inner turmoil, finally breathed a sigh of relief. How to put it? In a sense, he had achieved revenge, perhaps a seventh of it.

As Kane crushed those souls into dust, wisps of silvery-white light chains emerged from them, which he collected in the small glass bottles he had taken out beforehand.

This is Voldemort's memory. Go back and have Dumbledore put it in the Pensieve to take a look. Maybe we can find clues to Voldemort's other Horcruxes.

Seeing Kane withdraw his soul, Dumbledore clearly understood his thoughts and quickly patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "In the Eternal Realm, Voldemort's Occlumency is useless against me, so frankly speaking, this thing isn't very useful."

"So what? I went through so much trouble to collect this." Kane looked at the glass bottle in his hand, the cap of which he had just screwed on, with a disappointed expression.

"Perhaps it can serve as a souvenir, if you don't mind the dirt," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Consider it a souvenir. Didn't you have a whole cabinet full of memories stored on your Pensieve? You should really want this."

Kane then tossed Voldemort's half-full bottle of memories to Dumbledore.

A wizard who could master Legilimency in his teens, saying he had no thirst for other people's memories or a collecting obsession—Kane himself didn't believe it.

Dumbledore glanced at the half-full bottle of Voldemort's silver memories in the bottle, shrugged noncommittally, and stuffed it into his pocket.

All four of them emerged unharmed from Maxwell's Gate and returned to the real world.

Kane glanced back at the Maxwell Gate, which he had only created a few hours earlier, clicked his tongue, flicked his wand, and blasted it into a pile of ruins with a blasting spell.

At this moment, Sirius also looked at an antique pocket watch he had placed by the door and said with some surprise, "We've been in the Eternal Realm for almost a day and a half, but only two hours have passed in the real world. Is this thing broken?"

After Sirius finished speaking, he tapped his family's antique pocket watch, which had been passed down from the 17th century, with a gesture so crude it would make a Gringotts goblin's eyes pop out.

"Obviously, that thing isn't broken, because only two hours have passed inside the Eternal Realm. It seems that a day is very short in that world."

Dumbledore took out the pocket watch he had brought into the Eternal Realm from his pocket, patted Sirius on the shoulder, and told him not to be too surprised.

“Alright then, I was right, we really do have time for a midnight snack.” Sirius said, then hurried upstairs to check if Mrs. Weasley had any leftover ingredients.