I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

He no longer looked at Lucius, who lay limp on the ground, as if the other had lost all value in being noticed.

His gaze casually swept over the priceless antiques and works of art in the study, finally settling on an ebony cabinet inlaid with emeralds, which was enchanted with a powerful protective spell.

"And give me the diary that Voldemort left with you."

A diary?!

Lucius's heart started pounding again!

That thing, that evil object that Voldemort solemnly entrusted to him and repeatedly emphasized to be properly kept, that contained a part of its master's soul!

Genichi Hanyu, he even knows this?

And why ask for it so casually?

A chill ran down my spine again!

Lucius's fear of Genichi Hanyu reached a new peak in an instant!

How much does this man actually know?

How much did he actually control?

Despite the turmoil raging within him, and the countless questions and fears churning within him, Lucius was completely overwhelmed by Genichi Hanyu's absolute power and sense of control, and could not muster the slightest thought of resistance!

He didn't even dare to think about what Genichi Hanyu would do with the diary!

He knew that he absolutely could not bear the consequences of disobeying orders a second time!

"Yes, yes, sir! Immediately!"

Lucius practically scrambled to his feet, completely disregarding his disheveled appearance.

He stumbled to the ebony cabinet, his trembling fingers tracing rapidly across the intricate magic lock as he chanted a spell to disarm it.

The protective light flickered a few times and then disappeared. He carefully took out a black leather diary from deep within the cabinet. It looked extremely ordinary, even somewhat worn.

He held the diary in both hands as if it were a red-hot iron, or as if it were the lives of his entire family. Step by step, with utmost respect and a sacrificial posture, he walked up to Genichi Hanyu, bowed deeply, and raised the diary high above his head.

"My lord, please take a look."

His voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Genichi Hanyu casually stretched out his hand, his two slender fingers picking up the seemingly ordinary diary.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, carrying an indescribable, chilling sensation that seems to devour the soul.

He casually flipped through it a couple of times, as if examining an insignificant old object, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. (Qian Dehao)

He could clearly sense the faint yet extremely pure fragments of Voldemort's soul from his youth deep within the diary, as well as the forbidden knowledge about Horcrux creation contained within them.

"very good."

Genichi Hanyu casually stuffed the diary into the inner pocket of his robe, as if it were just an ordinary notebook.

His gaze returned to Lucius, who remained bowing and whose body trembled slightly.

"Then, the rest is simple."

"Lucius Malfoy, cooperate with Voldemort and put on a great show."

His eyes were filled with an all-knowing understanding and a confident grasp of the overall situation.

"I believe that with your intelligence and loyalty to the Dark Lord, you must know what to do, right?"

The final rhetorical question carried an undeniable sense of pressure and a chilling warning.

Lucius shuddered, instantly understanding what Genichi Hanyu meant!

He wanted to play the role of Voldemort's loyal servant as before!

After Voldemort's return, he continued to infiltrate the Death Eater camp, outwardly pledging allegiance to the Dark Lord, but in reality becoming Genichi Hanyu's eyes, ears, and pawn!

A wave of immense fear and a sense of utter powerlessness washed over Lucius once more, but he had no other choice.

He lowered his head deeply, concealing the last trace of struggle and humiliation in his eyes, and with all his might squeezed out a few dry and submissive words from his throat: "As you command, my lord."

Voldemort reappears in 197, Gringotts robbers

Deep in Diagon Alley, London, Gringotts' imposing yet cold and austere gates, built of white marble, resemble the entrance to a behemoth, devouring the wizards who enter and leave.

The fairies, dressed in scarlet uniforms, tapped their sharp fingernails on brass abacuses or wiped the counters, their narrow eyes gleaming with greed for Galleons and wariness of intruders.

The air was thick with metallic scents, dust, and an indescribable, somber smell that belonged to a place of ancient wealth accumulation.

Today, an uninvited guest has entered this temple of wealth.

He was wrapped in a large, black robe that seemed to absorb all light, with a huge hood hanging down, completely obscuring his face in unfathomable shadow.

They moved silently, like eight moving, condensed darknesses.

Some passing wizards glanced at them hastily, a hint of instinctive wariness and disgust flashing in their eyes—these sneaky, ominous fellows were not uncommon in Gringotts, mostly black market traders or pitiful creatures burdened with secret debts.

Although it was unpleasant, the fairies didn't bother to investigate further as long as no one caused trouble.

Thus, the curious or wary gazes quickly shifted away, and everyone busied themselves with their own financial affairs.

Ignoring the gazes, both overt and covert, the man in black robes made a clear decision to walk through the bustling hall and head straight for a relatively secluded counter guarded by a short but exceptionally shrewd-eyed fairy.

Behind the counter, a goblin named Grimk was absentmindedly wiping a solid gold goblet inlaid with emeralds with a piece of deerskin, pondering where he could sell off a few trinkets of dubious origin in Knockturn Alley after get off work.

The man in black robes stopped in front of the counter, and the shadow he cast instantly enveloped Grimk.

Grimk impatiently raised his pointed head, his small eyes peering at the newcomer through his monocle, his tone carrying the arrogance and businesslike manner characteristic of fairies: "Name, vault number, or, proof?"

The shadow beneath the hood swayed slightly, and a hoarse, cold voice, as flat as metal scraping, rang out, each syllable carrying a chill: "Take me to Bellatrix Lestrange's vault."

Grimk paused abruptly as he wiped the gold cup!

His tiny pupils suddenly contracted!

Bellatrix Lestrange 147?

That infamous, insane, and extremely dangerous Death Eater imprisoned in the deepest part of Azkaban?

Her vault?

That's a vault that's been sealed and monitored at the highest level by the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts!

It is said that the Lestrange family's blood-stained wealth, accumulated over generations, is stored inside, and there may even be something more dangerous!

A flicker of greed crossed Grimk's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a stronger sense of vigilance and adherence to procedural rules.

He set down the golden cup, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with an undeniable firmness:

"key!"

He stretched out his withered hand, his nails sharp.

"Or a letter of authorization from Lady Lestrange. Without these, even if the Minister of Magic himself came, he wouldn't be able to get a single step closer to that vault!"

This is Gringotts' ironclad rule!

It is also the foundation upon which fairies rely for survival and control the wizards' wealth!

However, the man in black ignored Grimk's demands.

He didn't reach for the key, nor did he take out any parchment.

He slowly, with an almost ritualistic solemnity, extended a pale, bloodless hand from the wide sleeves of his black robe.

What he held in his hand was not a key, but a magic wand that was completely black, as if it had been sculpted from the deepest night!

At the tip of the wand, an ominous, eerie green light, like the awakening eyes of a venomous snake, instantly shone!

Grimk's arrogant expression froze instantly!

A primal fear of death, originating from the depths of his soul, instantly gripped him!

His tiny eyes widened to their limit, his mouth opened as if to sound an alarm, to chant a protective spell—

"Avada Kedavra!"

That cold, hoarse voice clearly uttered the true name of death!

There are no superfluous syllables, no fluctuations in emotion, only the purest and most extreme will to end life!

A blindingly bright, soul-chilling green beam of light, like lightning from hell, shot out from the tip of the wand!

It pierced through the counter's weak protective magic with precision, speed, and without any hindrance, instantly striking Grimk's chest!

"Uh."

Grimk's body stiffened abruptly!

All the expressions on his face—greed, vigilance, arrogance, and fear—froze in an instant!

The last glimmer of light in those small eyes faded and went out quickly, like a candle flame extinguished by a strong wind.

There were no screams, no struggles; he didn't even have time to feel the pain.

The green light, containing the absolute law of death, completely stripped him of all life in a fraction of a second.

Pfft!

Grimk's small body, like a rag doll whose support had been ripped out, slumped forward, its head hitting the cold brass counter with a dull thud.

The solid gold goblet in his hand clattered to the carpet inside the counter, rolled a few times, and the gemstone reflected a cold, eerie light under the lamp.

He just lay there motionless, as if he were simply asleep.

Dead!

Absolutely suffocating silence!

Time seemed to have been paused!

The Gringotts Hall, which was filled with the sounds of abacuses, whispers, and the clinking of gold coins just a moment ago, has now fallen into a vacuum-like stillness!

All sound suddenly stopped!

The busy fairies behind the counter stopped what they were doing, their hands froze in mid-air, their fingers stopped halfway through moving the abacus, and their narrow eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at Grimk's lifeless corpse!

The wizards in the hall, who were handling their business, quickly changed their expressions from initial astonishment and confusion to extreme terror!

They recognized the green light! They recognized the legendary, undefendable killing spell!

"Die, die..."

A witch's money pouch fell to the ground with a thud, scattering Galleons everywhere, but she seemed oblivious. She simply pointed a trembling finger at Grimk's corpse, making hoarse, incoherent sounds in her throat.

This subtle sound, like the first stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly ignited the pent-up fear!

"what!!!"

A piercing scream, sharp enough to shatter eardrums, suddenly erupted from the mouth of a young witch!

That scream was like a spark igniting a powder keg!

“Murder!!!”

"Avada Kedavra! It's Avada Kedavra!!"

"A black wizard! A black wizard has broken in!!"

"Help! Run!!"

Fear spread like a plague in an instant!

The hall instantly descended into complete chaos!

Terrified screams, desperate cries, frantic running, the loud crashes of overturned tables and chairs, and the clatter of Galleons and other items scattered on the ground intertwined to create a hellish symphony!

The wizards, like a flock of startled sheep, instinctively swarmed toward the massive white marble entrance that symbolized safety!

They pushed and trampled, trying to get away from the black-robed demon who exuded an aura of death!

The situation is completely out of control!

However, just as this chaotic frenzy was about to surge towards the gate—

"Quiet, everyone!"

A roar more deafening than thunder, more chilling than ice, and imbued with terrifying magical pressure, like a tangible sound wave, instantly swept through the entire Gringotts Hall!

Om-!

(cicj) All the wizards who were screaming, crying and running away were struck hard as if by an invisible giant hammer!