Chapter 920 - 372: Who Do You Think You Are? Harry Potter?

Chapter 920: Chapter 372: Who Do You Think You Are? Harry Potter?

Voldemort is indeed brave, but also quite confident.

As a once-in-decades genius at Hogwarts, he certainly has this pride.

I, an excellent graduate of Hogwarts, the born Dark Demon King, taking on a fifth-year student, isn’t the advantage on my side?

"If I were you, I would be very cautious, Tom." Harry said leisurely.

"Cautious?" The black fog laughed heartily, "Do you think I need to be cautious? You’re just a fifth-year student, what do I need to be cautious about? Who do you think you are? Harry Potter?"

With that, the black fog transformed into a fire dragon, diving down toward Harry.

"Sorry."

Harry reached out, compressed the black fog into a small ball, and grabbed it.

"I am Harry Potter." He cackled like a true villain.

Purely so.

"This is impossible!" Voldemort screamed in terror, "You can’t be Harry Potter! He disappeared long ago! Decades ago... no one knows where he went!"

"See." Harry flexed his finger and flicked the Voldemort ball, "This is where we’re different, Tom. I never advertise who I am everywhere; it doesn’t really benefit you, only surprise hits can achieve victory."

While saying this, Harry shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, full of sarcasm.

"I never thought you would be such a hiding-in-the-shadows type of person." The Voldemort ball struggled in his hand.

"Hiding-in-the-shadows is shameful, but very useful," Harry said with a cheerful smile, "We are wizards, not medieval knights, and you and I are both half-blood wizards, so there’s no need to follow any noble so-called pure blood ideals—as far as I know, you’ve done quite a few ambushes too, right?"

The Voldemort ball was silent.

"Kill me." The Voldemort ball hissed in Serpent Tongue, "Give me a swift end."

"Actually, I initially planned to just erase you, Tom." Harry toyed with the Voldemort ball as if it were a bouncing ball, patting it up and down, "But since you said it, then I’ll—"

He paused for a moment, teasingly.

Voldemort felt a glimmer of hope.

Since Mr. Potter didn’t intend to erase him, there was still a chance to turn things around.

As long as he survived, everything would be fine.

A bad death is better than a lousy life, right?

"I’ll have to fulfill your wish then." Harry said, and crushed the Voldemort ball.

Leaving only Voldemort’s unwilling "No."

Leaving no future troubles for himself is Harry’s consistent principle.

However, just as Harry crushed Voldemort’s black mist ball, the entire spiritual world suddenly began to shake.

Harry looked up and found the sky of the spiritual world had turned crimson.

What was going on?

He squinted his eyes, carefully searching for the problem, but found nothing.

Was this Voldemort’s backup plan?

Harry thought about it; it wasn’t entirely impossible. Otherwise, why would Voldemort be so eager to have him finish him off?

But Harry didn’t regret it, the deed was done, leaving future troubles was not his style.

After confirming the spiritual world once more, Harry opted to exit.

When he returned to the real world, he found Vivi and Dumbledore both concernedly gathered around.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

"Just now..." Dumbledore said with a furrowed brow, "Your face was covered with red patterns, as if possessed by something."

"Possessed?"

Harry raised his arms for a closer look, then used the Transformation Spell to make a mirror to carefully check, but found nothing wrong.

"No issues..."

"Very strange, Harry." Vivi spoke softly, "What did you just experience in the spiritual world? Why did you react like that? Could it be some Black Magic Curse?"

Harry recounted to them what had happened in the spiritual world, especially after killing Voldemort, the crimson change in the sky.

"Probably not a Black Magic Curse, I guess." He joked, "If it were Black Magic, it should be black—red? Then wouldn’t it be Red Magic?"

Alright, alright, Red Magic Mansion is it?

"Very strange, Harry." Vivi touched Harry’s forehead briefly sensing, then said, "Your mental state and magic fluctuations are very normal, but why did such a situation occur? I don’t quite understand..."

"Maybe some mutation," Harry shrugged, "I think it’s some backup plan Voldemort left, something that triggers after killing him..."

"That’s why I see him not worried at all, sister." Gellert suddenly interrupted, "Look where he seems scared? Truly the naive Scarhead Enchantress isn’t afraid of fire dragons..."

Vivi automatically filtered out her brother’s comments, stood up, and paced thoughtfully.

"There shouldn’t be any major problems, Vivi." Harry comforted Vivi, "If there is a problem, I’ll notify you immediately, alright? Besides, that was my spiritual world, you remember what my state is like in the spiritual world, right?"

"I’ll figure it out, Harry." Vivi did not answer Harry’s words, "Meanwhile, you should stay here... don’t return to Hogwarts for a while, anyway, you don’t need to take the O.W.L.s exam."

"Mr. Leme should probably be involved too." Dumbledore suddenly said, "Mr. Leme is an experienced alchemist, he has done research in curses and such, and what’s more... he has lived long enough to have seen quite a bit of things."