Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

"You did a good job... Listen... Harry... Although I failed, I have mastered Voldemort's secret..."

101 Voldemort! Fusion and Transformation!

Ahem...he split his soul...now...now there are seven Voldemorts..."

Although Qi Luo's face was still rosy, his eyes began to become a little unfocused.

"Only by destroying seven Voldemorts can... can..."

A trace of blood foam began to flow from the corner of Qi Luo's mouth.

"Hold on, I'll treat you right away!"

Harry just raised his hand to cast Lay on Healing.

"It's useless... don't waste your energy... I only have a few days left... just listen to me..."

Quirrell, dying, blocked Harry's glowing hand.

"Sorry, it was me in the Room of Requirement before... In... In... The Room of Requirement... There was also a Voldemort... Ahem!"

After spitting out a lot of semi-dried blood clots, Quirrell continued.

"In Albania, I sealed one of them in my body. I thought I could control him... I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

Another stream of dirty blood gushed out of Quirrell's mouth.

"It's not me who sealed him...it's him who invaded me...cough cough..."

While coughing, Quirrell spat out half of the bullet.

"I don't know what abilities the other Voldemorts have, but the two in me... are very dangerous... They can corrupt a person's will and gradually replace him... I have tried to get rid of them in some way, but I failed..."

Quirrell had a wry smile on his face.

"I taught you never to learn the Dark Arts, but I myself was making a deal with the Dark Lord... This... is the research site provided by Voldemort, but I didn't expect... that the Basilisk crisis would occur... Thanks to you, Harry..."

As Quirrell's eyes grew dimmer, Hermione limped over.

Hermione snorted after hearing what Quirrell said.

"Dealing with the devil... There is nothing more foolish than sealing the devil in your own body."

Something in Quirrell's eyes began to flicker.

"Yes... this is extremely stupid... but I will end my stupidity here..."

Quirrell, half lying on the ground, began to quickly make various hand seals with his hands.

"I will take away at least one of these two Voldemorts... I'll leave the rest to you..."

Quirrell's eyes looked behind Harry.

"Dumbledore...why hasn't he arrived yet..."

"The first rule of adventure is never to believe that reinforcements will arrive in time."

Hearing Harry's words, Quirrell showed a forced smile, as if his physical strength could only support him to this extent.

"Yeah...if...I could have been earlier..."

As Quirrell completed the last movement with his hands, his face turned red.

"The corpses are sealed away!"

As Quirrell shouted these words, Harry felt a surge of vitality flowing out of Quirrell.

Just as Harry wanted to see the effect of Quirrell's spell, Quirrell's originally rosy face quickly turned pale.

"Why...why...didn't you respond to my call..."

As this life force disappeared, Quirrell's face gradually turned as pale as a corpse, the black runes began to dissipate again, and Quirrell's body began to swell and twist again.

"Kill me! No! It's too late! Harry! Run! Run! This is the last thing I can do!"

As Quirrell's body began to change, countless plant roots and vines stretched out from the ground and walls of the secret room, and even from Quirrell's body, firmly holding him in place.

One of the particularly thick roots brought Harry and Hermione to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets before they could react.

"Sure enough... in the end... I still... accomplished nothing..."

With the last murmur, the light in Quirrell's eyes faded.

The next moment, the power of darkness surged out of Quirrell's body again.

Although those roots full of life force were constantly fighting against and absorbing these dark forces, they were obviously unable to stop the spread of these dark forces, and the secret room fell into endless darkness again.

"idiot!"

As the darkness spread, the lightning that had originally dissipated from Hermione's body rose up again.

"What are you waiting for Harry! The death of the demon host could open a warp rift at any time!"

Although I don't know what the warp rift Hermione mentioned is, but facing the dark power gushing out before my eyes.

As a paladin, Harry obviously only has one choice at this time.

Looking at Quirrell's body in the roots of the vines, Harry raised his wand.

"Holy Slash!"

"For the Emperor!"

Under the impact of the power of light and golden lightning, Quirrell's body wrapped in vines was quickly burned into a charred mummy.

However, just when Quirrell's body was like a candle in the wind, it seemed that it could be completely destroyed with just a little more effort.

Voldemort opened his eyes, and his eyes with red flames and dark yellow light in their sockets looked at Harry and Hermione.

"It's over, Potter!"

Quirrell transformed into Voldemort again, and his body swelled again under the burning of lightning and light. A light as bright as molten steel was leaping under his dark red skin.

"No one can stop me anymore, not Quirrell, not you..."

The dark green flames that ignited on Voldemort's body formed a shield, pushing away the golden lightning that was constantly washing over his body.

At the same time, the whispers echoed again in Harry's mind.

"Because I am now stronger and more complete than ever before!"

Voldemort's face now is no longer clearly divided into the demon and the mind flayer like before, but a mixture of the two.

There are twisted black horns like a goat on its head, and several long tentacles waving on its chin.

As he spoke, the dark green flames that ignited on Voldemort's body burned through the roots and vines summoned by Quirrell, breaking free from the restraints.

His right hand was open, and when he was knocked away by Hermione's punch, the pink furry rabbit sword that fell to the ground also caught fire and flew into Voldemort's hand.

"Emperor! Please grant me the power to fulfill your will!"

Harry was holding the wand, looking at Voldemort in front of him, preparing to find an opportunity to use the last two Holy Slashes of the day, when Hermione beside Harry suddenly burst out with a powerful force far exceeding that of the past.

The jumping electric light once again lit up the entire secret room.

"Go back to the Warp, demon!"

The next second, Hermione, who had almost turned into lightning, rushed to Voldemort again like a meteor, dragging a streak of golden lightning.

He raised his fist and smashed it hard into Voldemort's face.

However, this time Voldemort stretched out his hand and caught Hermione's fist. As the golden electric light and dark green flames collided between Hermione and Voldemort, a loud bang like several barrels of bombs exploding at the same time and the dazzling light forced Harry to close his eyes temporarily.

When Harry opened his eyes again, the lightning on Hermione's body had dimmed a lot, but Voldemort was intact as if nothing had happened. He swung the sword in his hand and slashed at Hermione.

"The Emperor? What on earth is he? No one can stop me!"

"is it?"

The next moment, a dazzling red light lit up in the Chamber of Secrets, and the Phoenix Fawkes, Dumbledore and Snape appeared in the Chamber of Secrets.

As Dumbledore waved his wand, Hermione, who was caught in Voldemort's hand, appeared in front of Harry after a flash of light.

Hermione fell to the ground as soon as she landed. The bright electric light on her body dimmed after flickering a few times, like a light bulb with poor contact.

Harry rushed to Hermione and squatted down. Hermione, who was like a Valkyrie just now, now had her eyes half closed. She was sweating profusely and looked like she had been fished out of the water. After leaving the battle, she had fallen into a coma.

"Tom, after all these years, you are still so confident."

Dumbledore appeared in the Chamber of Secrets. He did not rush to talk to Harry, but walked slowly in front of Harry and stood between Harry and Voldemort.

"Dumbledore... do you think you can stop me?"

While Voldemort was speaking, Harry cast a Holy Handling spell on Hermione, but Hermione did not wake up.

Harry discovered that the Holy Healing spell he released did not start the repair work directly after entering Hermione's body as it did in the past. Instead, part of it was swallowed up by the rolling golden lightning in Hermione's body and disappeared inside Hermione's body.

It was the absorption of these radiant powers that affected the effectiveness of Harry's Holy Healing.

Harry felt extremely familiar with the inexplicable disappearance of the radiant power in Hermione's body.

Not long ago, Harry had a friend who had similar symptoms and could only relieve them by constantly absorbing magic power from magical items.

Recalling Hermione's two horrific attacks just now, Harry roughly guessed why Hermione became like this.

Without external interference, Hermione would be drained of the lightning that she once controlled with ease.

But at this moment, looking at Hermione lying on the ground, Harry's vow of revenge conveyed a message to Harry.

She has the potential to become a paladin, willing to do anything to fight evil.

If she could feel the power of light...

But that happened later, as Harry once again released an overdose of Lay on Hermione.

Hermione's breathing gradually calmed down and she was no longer sweating like before.

It seemed that because of the influx of the power of light, the out-of-control lightning bolts found a new target to devour, and they began to devour the power of light that Harry injected into Hermione's body.

As Harry stabilized Hermione, Dumbledore calmly pulled a black wand from his robes.

"How'd you ever know unless you tried? And look at yourself, Tom, what you've done to yourself?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Voldemort burst into laughter.