Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 303 Voldemort's Nemesis

No one expected that Dumbledore would drop such an explosive piece of news.

Voldemort isn't dead?
Wasn't he killed by Harry when he was still a baby more than ten years ago? Why would you say he didn't die?

Furthermore, if he is not dead, why hasn't the Ministry of Magic announced this news?

The students looked panicked; they wanted to know what had happened and why Dumbledore had said that.

“I know you are all surprised, but it is true.” Dumbledore sighed and continued, “Voldemort was a cunning man. He was very skilled in all kinds of dark magic. During his time at Hogwarts, he learned how to make Horcruxes.”

“I know you don’t know what Horcruxes are, but I need to tell you that Horcruxes are extremely evil black magic items. They are called Horcruxes because they contain fragments of the creator’s soul. The process of creating a Horcrux involves using some very heinous act (such as murder) to cause the wizard’s soul to split, and taking a part of the soul out of the body and putting it into an object outside the body. This object is the Horcrux.”

"In this way, even if the wizard's physical body is attacked or destroyed, he will not die, because a part of his soul fragments will remain intact in the world, undamaged."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, the Great Hall erupted in a frenzy, like a pot of boiling oil.

They all wanted to know what had happened.

When it was about time, Dumbledore raised his hand to stop everyone from whispering.

"When Voldemort was sixteen, he created his first Horcrux, which was his notebook." Dumbledore's gaze swept intently across the Slytherin bench, and many who had handled the notebook lowered their heads. "I must admit, he was indeed a very talented wizard, but unfortunately, he went down the wrong path."

"This notebook was made by him after opening the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin and killing an innocent classmate. The victim, as you all probably know, is Elizabeth Warren, also known as 'Moaning Myrtle'."

Before anyone knew it, the weeping Myrtle had arrived at Dumbledore's side. Upon hearing Dumbledore's introduction, she puffed out her chest and raised her head with an air of importance, as if she were extremely proud of it.

Everyone held their breath. They all knew that Myrtle was a classmate at Hogwarts—or rather, she used to be a classmate at Hogwarts—but they never imagined that she had been through so much…

"With the Horcruxes, even if Voldemort suffered a fatal blow, he wouldn't die. Instead, he would hide in some corner, barely clinging to life, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce and bite," Dumbledore said, his eyes gleaming. "And in 1991, he clearly found the right opportunity—he seduced Professor Quirinus Quirrell, attached himself to the back of his head, and wanted to enter Hogwarts to steal something. Of course… you know what happened next. Harry Potter stopped Quirinus Quirrell, or rather, he once again stopped Voldemort from harming the wizarding world."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, applause began to erupt in the Great Hall.

Nobody knows exactly what happened in the first year. They only know that Harry stopped Quirrell, but they don't know that he stopped Voldemort.

In this light, Harry truly deserves the Special Contribution Award for his first-year contribution to the school!
"Harry! Well done!" the students shouted.

“In the second year,” Dumbledore continued, “Voldemort used the notebook to control a poor student and release the basilisk that had been lurking in the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin—and as you all know, the basilisk is a creature whose nature is such that anyone who makes eye contact with it will die instantly. Our poor Myrtle died from making eye contact with the basilisk.”

“Yes,” Myrtle continued, “Oh dear, it was terrible. It happened right there, in that toilet I used to frequent. I remember it very clearly—Oliver Humbell made fun of me for wearing glasses and looking like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here. I locked the door and was crying inside when I suddenly heard someone come in. What they said was hilarious.”

"I think it must be another language. But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy's voice talking. So I opened the door, yelled at him to go to his own boys' restroom, and then—"

Myrtle puffed out her chest, radiant with pride, and declared, "I'm dead."

Upon hearing Myrtle's words, everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound, as if there were a boy next to them making a funny joke.

Myrtle was delighted to have achieved her goal. She floated around twice in a huff and said again, "I only remember seeing a pair of terrifyingly large yellow eyes, and then—it felt like my whole body was being grabbed, and then I floated away... It was such a strange feeling. I really hope that one day you will never encounter this situation."

The students all fell silent; none of them dared to imagine what the consequences would be if they became ghosts.

Perhaps my family will be sad? Grieved?

They're all in the prime of their lives, with plenty of youth left. What if they suddenly die...?

As they thought about it, a chill ran down their spines.

“And what I’m going to say is—” Dumbledore looked around, speaking amidst the shared sorrow of the crowd, “Harry has once again thwarted this conspiracy. He has successfully thwarted Voldemort’s evil plans, eliminating Voldemort’s Horcruxes and the Basilisk—”

He didn't say that Harry took the basilisk away, but anyway, there wasn't much difference between getting rid of the basilisk and taking it away.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, the students breathed a sigh of relief and then applauded enthusiastically again.

Harry Potter is amazing!

“In the third year,” Dumbledore continued, “we all know that Sirius Black was framed by Peter Pettigrew and unjustly imprisoned in Azkaban… It was Harry who successfully captured Peter Pettigrew and saved an innocent soul… I think no one doubts that he can win the Special Contribution Award for the School in the third year—just think about how much of an impact it would have been if Voldemort’s loyal servant, Peter Pettigrew, had really caused some trouble in the school, colluding with Voldemort from the inside!”

Dumbledore's statement was indeed valid, and everyone applauded Harry again.

For three consecutive years, you thwarted Voldemort's plots and protected Hogwarts from his harm—Harry, you are our god!

We'd like to call you—Voldemort's Nemesis!

“And this year,” Dumbledore sighed, “Voldemort doesn’t just have one Horcrux. He’s come back again. His servant Barty Crouch Jr. attacked Alastor Moody and transformed into Alastor, coming to Hogwarts to teach, trying to disrupt the Triwizard Tournament…”

At this point, Dumbledore raised his head, his eyes shining, and said, "It's still the incredibly brave Harry Potter. He once again thwarted Voldemort's plot and saved our school from the destruction of his evil plans. That's why I'm awarding him the Special Contribution Award for the School again this year, not simply because he won the Triwizard Tournament trophy!"

"I know the Ministry of Magic won't acknowledge this, because it's far too complicated and involves a whole host of interests... But I still want to remind everyone that Voldemort is not dead. His shadow looms over us. If we don't stay vigilant, I don't know when he'll strike again, but I do know he will definitely attack those who aren't on guard."

Whispers broke out again in the hall, and after a while, Dumbledore spoke again.

“Let me propose,” he said, “a toast to our champion, our hero, the student who has won the most special awards for the school in a century, Harry Potter!” Dumbledore turned solemnly to Harry and raised his goblet, as almost everyone in the Great Hall did.

After everyone was seated again, Dumbledore said, "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding within the wizarding world, and given what has happened now—given Voldemort's resurrection—this connection is more important than ever before."

Dumbledore looked at Madame Maxime and Hagrid, at Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons students, and then at Viktor Krum and the Durmstrang students at the Slytherin table.

“Every guest in this Great Hall,” Dumbledore said, his gaze lingering on Durmstrang’s students, “is welcome at any time, whenever they wish to return. I repeat myself—given Voldemort’s resurrection, we are strong only when united, and vulnerable when divided. Voldemort’s methods of creating conflict and hostility are very sophisticated, and we can only fight him to the end by showing the same unbreakable friendship and trust. As long as we share the same goal and are open-minded, differences in customs and languages ​​will not be obstacles.”

“I believe—and I truly hope I’m mistaken—that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in the Great Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Voldemort, and many of your families have been torn apart…”

“But remember,” Dumbledore said loudly, “even in the darkest days, we must hold onto hope!”

Dumbledore's speech did not last long, and after the banquet, the students were all worried.

They believed that Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest white wizard of the century, would not deceive them.

but……

Has Voldemort really returned? Why hasn't the Ministry of Magic released any information?

Filled with questions, everyone waited in the crowded hall for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station.

It was another beautiful and pleasant summer day, and Harry was already thinking about whether to take Cassandra, who had just graduated, and Papiyas to the beach for a trip.

"Harry!"

He turned his head and looked.

Fleur de la Cour hurried up the stone steps and entered the castle.

At the other end of the field behind her, Harry could see Hagrid reluctantly helping Mrs. Maxim put harnesses on the two horses.

Beauxbatons' carriage is about to depart.

“I hope we can meet again,” Fleur said, walking up to Harry and extending a hand, but her eyes were on Ron. “I hope to find a job here and improve my English.”

“Your English is already excellent,” Ron said with a smile.

Fleur smiled at him, while Hermione frowned.

"Goodbye, Harry, and Ron," Fleur said, turning to leave. "It was a pleasure meeting you both."

“I think she’s definitely after Bill.” Harry seemed to be saying this to Ron, but he was actually saying it to Hermione.

Sure enough, Hermione's furrowed brows relaxed upon hearing Harry's words.

"Does she like Bill?" Hermione asked, leaning closer.

"Didn't you notice?" Harry looked at Hermione in surprise. "I thought you already knew about this."

“Oh, I wasn’t paying attention to them,” Hermione said, waving her hand. “Actually, I’ve been reading the whole time…”

Indeed, Hermione didn't pay much attention to the little interactions between Bill and Fleur; she was happily engrossed in her books.

"What are you planning to do during the holidays?" Ron asked again. "I remember Harry said we'd gather at our Duel Hut for special training? Before that, how about we go out and have some fun?"

Harry thought to himself, "Even if I go out to play, it won't be with you. I'll definitely bring Cassandra and Pappy with me."

Vivi is very busy right now and doesn't have time to go out and have fun, so she'll take the two graduates with her.

"What are you talking about?"

Harry suddenly felt something soft behind him and knew without a doubt that it was Pappy.

If it were Cassandra, his back would be throbbing right now.

“We were talking about what to do during the holidays,” Harry said without turning around. “I was planning to take the Duel Hut students to number twelve Grimmauld Place for some special training, but I think we should wait at least two weeks… In the meantime, we need to relax a bit, don’t you think, Pappy?”

"Hehe." Papiyas chuckled, pressing his cheek against Harry's. "Of course, I need to relax."

“I think we should go to the beach, what do you think?” Harry said with a grin. “To escape the heat, we should go to the beach… Let’s invite Cassandra along, the three of us can go to the beach, what do you say, Pappy?”

"Where's Vivi? Isn't she going?" Papiya asked curiously.

"Do you think she'll have the time?" Harry said helplessly. "She's very busy right now, I think it's better if we don't bother her."

“No,” Papiyas said seriously, “I think you absolutely have to ask Vivi about this—whether she goes or not is her business, but whether you ask her or not is your business…”

(End of this chapter)