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

The increasingly clear and unfathomable aura emanating from Genichi Hanyu, along with his absolute sense of control and nonchalance in the face of any situation, made Dumbledore clearly realize that this boy before him was no longer someone he could easily guide or stop.

This brief silence is an answer in itself.

Genichi Hanyu seemed unconcerned by Dumbledore's silence. He took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over the silverware that shimmered with a faint light before finally settling on Dumbledore's face. His tone carried an almost comforting honesty, yet a cold sharpness lurked deep within.

“Professor Dumbledore, I don’t know what you’re worried about, or rather, what you’re afraid of.”

“I can tell you clearly that I have no interest in mere killing and meaningless destruction. That is not my goal, nor is it my pleasure.”

He looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes behind his glasses, as if trying to see into the depths of his soul through that glass: "So, at least on this point, you can put aside some unnecessary worries."

He abruptly changed the subject, and his nonchalant smile instantly took on a cold, metallic sheen.

"Of course, this does not mean that I am weak, nor does it mean that I lack the means to achieve my goals. When necessary, when obstacles appear in front of me or threaten what I cherish, whether it is killing or complete destruction, they are just tools that I can choose to use without hesitation."

His words clearly defined the boundaries: he would not intentionally create chaos, but anyone or anything that tried to challenge his bottom line would face his ruthless and thunderous methods.

This is not a threat, but a statement of a cold, hard fact.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed, and the light in his blue eyes sharpened. He was not fooled by Genichi Hanyu's previous comforting words and precisely grasped the most crucial point: "Mr. Genichi Hanyu, I only want to know one clear answer—have you colluded with Tom Riddle? Is there some kind of alliance or agreement between you?"

He had to confirm this, as it concerned the future of the entire wizarding world and the safety of all the teachers and students at Hogwarts.

Genichi Hanyu sighed softly, a hint of weariness in his voice, as if he were dealing with a child who lacked comprehension and was stubborn.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think I gave a sufficiently clear answer to this question before I even entered this room, or even earlier."

His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness.

“My stance and my intentions have never changed, nor have I ever tried to conceal them. If you still don’t understand by now, or are unwilling to believe it.”

Genichi Hanyu's gaze swept over Dumbledore's tightly pursed lips and taut facial features, his tone suddenly turning cold and distant: "Then that's your own problem, Professor. Whether you understand or not, whether you accept or not, the choice is yours. My patience and time are not meant to be used to repeat obvious facts."

Dumbledore fell into a long, deep silence.

The only sounds in the office were the faint hum of the old silverware and the occasional whistling of the wind from outside the window.

He stood there like an ancient lighthouse that had weathered too many storms, still standing tall, yet unable to conceal his deep weariness and an unprecedentedly complex state of mind.

He looked at the young man before him, who was excessively young yet terrifyingly powerful.

The detached calmness of Genichi Hanyu, his almost contemptuous attitude towards Voldemort, and the terrifying power hidden beneath his indifferent exterior, which, once unleashed, could change the world, all made Dumbledore feel a heavy sense of powerlessness.

He spent his entire life fighting against darkness, protecting the light, and maintaining order.

But the boy before him was neither darkness in the traditional sense, nor light as he understood it.

He is like a star from an unknown universe, following his own unpredictable orbit. His very existence is a huge shock to the existing order.

Voldemort is a known and predictable terror, while Yu (Qian Li Zhao) Genichi is an unknown and uncontrollable variable.

The unease brought about by the latter is, in some ways, even greater than that brought about by the former.

The wrinkles on Dumbledore's aged face seemed to have deepened.

The wisdom that once shone in his blue eyes was gone, replaced by deep worry and an indescribable sense of bewilderment.

He sensed that the wizarding world was about to face a disruptive storm far exceeding the era of Voldemort.

In this storm, he, once a pillar of strength, may have lost his power.

Genichi Hanyu did not wait for Dumbledore to speak again.

He was met with silence, which in itself was an answer.

He nodded slightly, his demeanor as composed as if he had just engaged in a trivial chat, then turned and walked toward the heavy oak door.

The door closed silently behind him, leaving the old man, revered as the greatest wizard of the century, standing alone in the increasingly heavy twilight in the principal's office, his figure appearing more lonely and heavy than ever before.

The air was filled only with a suffocating sense of immense uncertainty about the future.

202 Hufflepuff's Golden Cup, Endless Food

Deep within the ancient and secluded manor of the Worley family, a silent revelry is currently taking place.

The Gringotts looted and returned by Genichi Hanyu and Cassandra.

Mountains of Galleons, gems shimmering with a mysterious luster, magic scrolls sealed in ancient boxes, and magical items exuding a dangerous or ancient aura—are being carefully inventoried, categorized, and sealed away by the most loyal and core members of the Vore family.

Cassandra Worre, as the family heir and the nominal recipient of the spoils, stood inside the heavy doors of the family vault, overseeing everything.

Her eyes swept over the wealth gleaming under the mithril lamps, her face showing little joy, only a sense of entitlement and control.

These now all belong to the Worley family and will become the solid foundation for her future ambitions.

She knew perfectly well that Genichi Hanyu didn't care about this at all; his gaze had already been turned to things that were more distant and more essential.

However, the atmosphere was completely different in Genichi Hanyu's private room at Hogwarts Castle.

There were no piles of treasures here, only a laboratory-like focus and tranquility. Heavy curtains blocked out the outside light, and several floating magic lamps emitted a soft and steady cool white light, focusing on a large obsidian laboratory table in the center of the room.

On the stage lay an object—Hufflepuff's golden cup.

It is not as dazzling as legend has it, but rather presents a restrained and warm bronze color. The cup is engraved with a beautiful badger-shaped relief, with smooth and vibrant lines. After a thousand years of weathering, it still exudes a sense of peace and abundance.

However, this peace was now tainted by a cold, filthy presence—a fragment of Voldemort's soul, which had taken up residence within it, parasitizing the artifact like a malignant tumor.

Genichi Hanyu's slender fingers hovered over the golden cup, without directly touching it.

His gaze was focused and profound, as if piercing through the surface of matter to look directly at the twisted and dark soul energy entangled at the core of the cup.

"Hufflepuff can produce an endless supply of food."

Genichi Hanyu muttered to himself, his eyes sparkling with pure curiosity.

He had no ill will toward the relics of Hufflepuff, the benevolent founder.

On the contrary, the magical miracle represented by this sacred artifact—defying the law of conservation of energy and creating life-sustaining matter out of thin air—was what truly attracted him.

This is not a simple transformation or summoning spell; it touches the boundary between creation and rules, and its principles and source of power are enough to fascinate anyone who seeks the essence of power.

But to study it, the parasites on it must first be removed.

A cold, almost indifferent smile appeared on Genichi Hanyu's lips.

Before obtaining the Godhood of Death, stripping a Dark Lord's meticulously crafted and heavily protected Horcrux might require considerable effort and the search for a specific method of destruction.

but now?

"Anything that is a soul is under my jurisdiction."

His fingertips did not fall, but his mind moved slightly.

An invisible force, originating from the fundamental laws of the world—the authority of the God of Death—quietly descended.

There was no earth-shattering magical light, no complicated incantation.

That power was like the most precise scalpel, and also like the most ruthless peeler, directly affecting the essential level of the soul.

The Hufflepuff chalice on the lab table trembled slightly. The warm luster on the chalice seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of black mist. The black mist twisted and struggled, emitting a silent, sharp hiss that could only be perceived at the soul level!

That was the instinctive, desperate resistance of Voldemort's soul fragments!

It attempts to re-establish itself within the magical structure of the Golden Cup, seeking a final counterattack through black magic contamination.

However, all these struggles seem so ridiculous and futile in the face of the supreme power of death.

That invisible force, with an undeniable overwhelming force, precisely locked onto the soul fragment filled with hatred and fear that did not belong to the Golden Cup itself.

Like peeling off a piece of filthy tape stuck to a precious painting, Genichi Hanyu simply tugged at it.

Boo!

A very faint sound, like a bubble bursting, rang out in the silent room.

A wisp of extremely thin, grayish-black, constantly twisting and changing smoke-like substance was forcibly extracted from the core of the golden cup.

It was like a venomous snake whose vital spot had been pinched, writhing and struggling wildly in the air, radiating a nauseating despair and malice—a fragment of Voldemort's soul!

It instinctively wanted to pounce on the nearest living creature—Genichi Hanyu.

Yuzuru Hanyu didn't even lift a finger.

He simply extended his other hand casually, palm up.

That struggling, roaring fragment of soul, as if imprisoned by an invisible cage, was instantly compressed and condensed, eventually transforming into a cold, piercing black bead, no bigger than a fingernail, constantly churning with black energy, which quietly floated above his palm.

Inside the bead, one could almost see a blurry, ferocious snake face roaring silently.

Yuzuru glanced at the soul orb that contained part of the Black Demon King's madness and power, his eyes showing no fluctuation, as if he had merely dealt with an unsightly speck of dust.

He casually tossed it into a specially made lead box covered with complex sealing runes that had been prepared beforehand in the corner of the lab table.

With a soft click, the lid closed, shutting out all odors.

Hufflepuff's golden cup has now been restored to its original state.

The bronze-colored cup seems to have been washed by a clear spring, radiating a softer and warmer luster. The badger-shaped relief on the cup seems to have become more lively, and the comforting and abundant aura has become pure and rich, without any trace of coldness or evil.

Genichi Hanyu then truly reached out and carefully picked up the golden cup.

It feels warm to the touch, carrying a strange vitality that seems to pulsate like the earth itself.

He closed his eyes, his powerful mental energy acting like the most precise probe, slowly penetrating every inch of the golden cup's structure, attempting to decipher the magical core that created endless food miracles.

Time passes in silence.

The light from the magic bulb steadily illuminated the experimental table and Genichi Hanyu's focused profile.

His mental energy traversed the dizzyingly complex magical circuits within the golden cup.

Those circuits are not modern magic runes, but ancient, primitive runes full of natural rhythms and the power of the earth. They are interwoven in an extremely exquisite and almost natural way, forming a huge and stable energy circulation system.

This system appears to be able to draw some kind of basic energy particles from the void and transform them into the purest form of matter—food.

However, understanding what it can do is one thing, understanding how it does it and why it can do it is another.

Genichi Hanyu's mental strength encountered a huge obstacle.

The meanings of those ancient runes, the key nodes of energy conversion, and the core mechanisms for maintaining stable cycles are all as obscure and difficult to understand as celestial scripture.

He tried to simulate its energy flow, but it caused a slight disturbance inside the golden cup. Instead of an enticing aroma, a plume of black smoke with a burnt smell emerged from the cup's mouth.

Genichi Hanyu suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed, and looked at the black smoke rising from the rim of the cup, his face unusually dark.

"Tsk."

He let out a soft, extremely annoyed click.

He was proficient in combat magic and even mastered the laws of death, but in alchemy, especially in the realm of top-tier alchemical creation involving the permanent conversion of matter and energy, he had to admit that he seemed to have no real talent.

Those intricate rune structures, complex energy ratios, and the need for extreme patience and meticulous perception and control are completely different from his usual approach of wielding grand power and mastering laws.

It's like a scientist who is an expert in nuclear physics being suddenly asked to handcraft the most precise Swiss mechanical watch movement. He has the ability but nowhere to use it, and everything seems wrong.

After several more attempts, the results were either no response at all or minor incidents that triggered various energy conflicts.

Looking at the still warm and smooth golden cup in his hand, which looked somewhat aggrieved after his examination, Genichi Hanyu finally gave up completely.

"never mind."

Somewhat dejected, he gently placed the gold cup back on the obsidian tabletop and rubbed his temples.

"waste time."

He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick stone walls of Hogwarts, looking towards a distant yet familiar direction.

A faint, almost homesick thought surfaced in his eyes.

"Or, let's take it back and give it to Gaia to study."

Once the thought arises, it spreads rapidly like a vine.

He has already stayed in the world of Harry Potter long enough.

The success of the 203 super gene was met with cannon fodder in mass production.

The slight dizziness from the spatial shift receded like the tide, and Genichi Hanyu's feet once again touched the solid ground of the anime crossover world.

No longer the ancient, magical stone bricks of Hogwarts Castle, but the alloy floor unique to the Chaldea base, carrying the faint hum of precision instruments and the scent of cleaning agents.

What he held tightly in his hand was no longer a wand, but the legendary relic from another magical world—Hufflepuff's golden cup.

Without pausing for a moment, his figure appeared instantly in the materialized space of Gaia's will, as if blending into the shadows.

This is not a room in the physical sense, but rather a strange and ever-changing realm woven from pure data streams, starlight, and the pulse of the earth.

A soft halo of light flowed, and the air was filled with the scents of earth, forest, and the deepest parts of the ocean.