Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 385 Who do you think you are? Harry Potter?
Voldemort was indeed very brave, but he was also very confident.

As a genius that Hogwarts has seen only once in decades, he certainly has the right to be proud.

I am a distinguished graduate of Hogwarts, a born Dark Lord. Beating a fifth-year student, isn't that an advantage for me?
“If I were you, I would be very careful, Tom,” Harry said casually.

"Caution?" The black mist laughed. "You think I need to be cautious? You're just a fifth-grader, what do I need to be cautious about? Who do you think you are? Harry Potter?"

With that, his black mist transformed into a fire dragon, swooping down towards Harry.

"Feel sorry."

Harry reached out, compressed the black mist into a small sphere, and grabbed it.

"I am Harry Potter." He chuckled wickedly, looking every bit like a villain.

Completely and thoroughly.

"This is impossible!" Voldemort roared in terror. "You can't be Harry Potter! He's disappeared! Just decades ago... nobody knows where he went!"

“Look,” Harry said, flicking the Voldemort ball with his fingers, “that’s the difference between us, Tom. I never go around telling everyone who I am. It doesn’t really do you any good. Only by taking things by surprise can you achieve a decisive victory.”

As Harry said this, he shook his head and shrugged, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I never imagined you would be such a secretive person." Voldemort's ball struggled in his hand.

“Hiding your head and showing your true colors is shameful, but it’s very useful,” Harry said with a chuckle. “We are wizards, not medieval knights, and you and I are both half-blood wizards, so we don’t need to adhere to any noble so-called pure-blood ideals—as far as I know, you’ve done quite a few sneak attacks, haven’t you?”

Voldemort fell silent.

"Kill me," Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue, "Give me a quick death."

“Actually, I was originally going to just eliminate you, Tom,” Harry said, bouncing the Voldemort ball up and down like a pinball. “But since you put it that way, then I’ll—”

He paused for a moment, keeping everyone in suspense.

Voldemort was overjoyed.

Since Mr. Potter doesn't intend to erase himself, there's still a chance to turn the tables.

As long as you survive, everything will be alright.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

“Then I’ll have to grant your wish,” Harry said, crushing the Voldemort ball in his hand.

All that remained was Voldemort's unwilling "No".

Harry's consistent principle is to avoid leaving himself with future troubles.

However, just after Harry crushed Voldemort's black mist orb, his entire mental world suddenly began to shake.

Harry looked up and saw that the sky in his mental world had turned blood red.

what happened?
He squinted, searching carefully for the problem, but found nothing.

Is this Voldemort's backup plan?

Harry thought about it and realized it wasn't entirely impossible. Otherwise, why would Voldemort be in such a hurry for him to get rid of him?
But Harry didn't regret it. He had already killed them, and leaving any future trouble was not his style.

After reconfirming his mental state, Harry chose to withdraw.

When he returned to the real world, he found Vivi and Dumbledore gathered around him with concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

“You just now…” Dumbledore said, frowning, “your face was covered in red lines, as if you were possessed by something.”

"Possessed?"

Harry raised his arms and looked closely, then used Transfiguration to create a mirror to check again, but found nothing wrong.

"No problem..."

“Something’s not right, Harry,” Vivi said softly. “What did you just experience in the mental world? Why did you react that way? Could it be some kind of dark magic curse?”

Harry recounted in detail what had just happened in the Mental Realm to the two of them, especially the fact that the sky in the Mental Realm turned crimson after he killed Voldemort.

"It shouldn't be a dark magic curse, right?" he joked. "If it were dark magic, it should be black, right? Red? Wouldn't that be red magic?"

Alright, alright, the Scarlet Devil Mansion, is it?
“Something’s not right, Harry.” Vivi reached out and touched Harry’s forehead, feeling it for a moment before saying, “Your mental state and magical fluctuations are normal, but why did that happen just now? I don’t understand…”

“Perhaps it’s some kind of anomaly,” Harry shrugged. “I think it’s some kind of contingency plan Voldemort left behind; killing him will trigger something…”

“That’s why he doesn’t seem scared at all, sister,” Gellert suddenly interjected. “Look at him, where is he afraid? He’s like a newborn scarred Veena who isn’t afraid of a dragon…”

Vivi automatically filtered out her brother's words. She stood up and paced back and forth, deep in thought.

"There shouldn't be any major problems, Vivi," Harry reassured Vivi. "If there are any issues, I'll let you know immediately, okay? Besides, that's my mental world. You remember what state I'm in there, right?"

“I’ll find out what’s going on, Harry.” Vivi didn’t answer Harry’s question. “In the meantime, you can stay here… Don’t go back to Hogwarts for now, since you don’t have to take the OWLs exams anyway.”

“Mr. Flamel should also be involved,” Dumbledore suddenly said. “Mr. Flamel is an experienced alchemist, he is very knowledgeable about curses, and besides… he has lived long enough and seen enough.”

Vivi nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore acted swiftly, returning to Hogwarts and "inviting" Mr. Flamel out of his alchemy laboratory.

"What are you doing, Dumbledore?" Mr. Lemaître muttered after arriving in Vienna. "Couldn't you have waited until I finished that game?"

Dumbledore didn't say anything. He thought to himself that by the time you finish one game, it might be the morning after tomorrow.

"It seems Harry has run into some new trouble, hasn't he?" Mr. Flamel rubbed his dry, bony wrists and looked Harry up and down with interest. "Tell me about it, Harry, what kind of trouble have you run into this time?"

"It's not a big problem."

Harry recounted the story to Mr. Flamel in detail, and upon hearing the end, Mr. Flamel nodded as if he understood.

“Oh,” he said. “I personally think it should be a curse… wait, I need to check Harry’s condition more carefully.”

After saying that, he said to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, could you please go back to my alchemy laboratory and bring me my things?"

"What is it?" Dumbledore asked.

“When you get there, just ask Perenall,” Mr. Lemaître said. “Just ask her where I put the thing I made on the night of June 30, 1873.”

Dumbledore nodded. He turned and left the office, returning shortly afterward with something that looked like a helmet.

That helmet looked... a bit strange, like the helmets used by the Vikings, with two bull-horn-like things on top.

And the helmet is also very appealing in color, it's multicolored, like a rainbow.

"I have to admit, this is the first time I've ever used this helmet."

Mr. Flamel took the helmet from Dumbledore's hands, but he forgot how heavy it was. As he held it, there were two cracks, and his arms were broken by the helmet.

Then, the helmet fell to the ground with a clatter.

“I’m getting old.” Mr. Lemaître was not embarrassed at all, and he stretched out his hands toward Dumbledore.

After Dumbledore had attached the arm to him, he instructed Dumbledore, "Young man, this is where you need to do your work—put this helmet on Harry's head."

Young man... what a fine young man.

However, to be fair, Dumbledore was indeed a young man in front of Mr. Lemaître—not even a young man at all.

After all, Mr. Lemaître was born in the 14th century, while Dumbledore was born in the 19th century, more than 500 years apart.

There are probably very few people in this world older than Mr. Lemaître.

Dumbledore did as he was told and put the helmet on Harry's head. Mr. Flamel walked over to Harry and patted him on the shoulder.

“Relax, Harry,” he reassured him. “Open your mind—turn off Occlumency, this helmet can’t detect anything…”

Harry did as instructed and had his Occlumency removed.

Mr. Lemaître produced several wires from somewhere and laid them on each of the colored blocks of the helmet, according to their colors.

Then, the helmet began to vibrate and hum.

"Are you sure this helmet won't shake my brains?" Harry's voice was pleasantly pleasing, almost trembling.

“Don’t worry, Harry,” Mr. Flamel reassured him. “This is just testing your curse, not trying to harm you.”

Harry couldn't quite hear what Mr. Flamel was saying, but he chose to trust the expert.

It's just a medical check-up, nothing life-threatening.

Immediately afterwards, he began to regret it.

The vibration was so unbearable that he felt like his brain was about to be shaken out.

Fortunately, the tremors stopped after a while.

When Dumbledore helped him remove his helmet, Harry saw double.

He saw that Dumbledore had sixteen arms, which were more terrifying than the Naga.

“This doesn’t seem like a small problem, Harry,” Mr. Flamel said to Harry. “The curse amplifies all the negative emotions in your heart, such as the urge to kill, hatred for others, and so on. If you can’t control your emotions, you will become terrible and eventually be consumed by negative emotions, turning into a killing machine.”

"That serious?" Gellert asked dramatically, then gloated as he mocked Harry, "Looks like you're in trouble, Scarhead."

However, no one paid any attention to him.

"So, all I need to do is control my negative emotions?" After confirming, Vivi touched Harry's face and asked, "How are you feeling now? Is there anything wrong with you?"

“Not yet,” Harry shrugged. “I feel great, there’s nothing wrong with me at all.”

"Could it be that the curse hasn't taken effect yet?" Vivi asked with concern.

“Impossible,” Mr. Lemaître said. “If the curse weren’t working, I wouldn’t be able to detect it.”

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Gellert opened his mouth, but no sound came out—Vivi had just sealed his mouth with a spell to prevent him from being noisy and annoying.

“Hey guys,” Harry patted the armrest of his chair, “what’s with that look on your faces? Like I’m about to die—look, I’m alive and well, so why the long faces? A smile would be much better.”

Dumbledore sighed. He didn't think Harry would die, but he was worried that Harry would be affected by the curse and become like Voldemort.

Voldemort has already caused enough destruction; heaven knows what the wizarding world will do if Harry, with his power, goes berserk.

Are you expecting Vivi to stop him?

Don't be ridiculous, that woman will only go crazy with her beloved little Harry.

Vivi was simply worried about Harry's health.

“I genuinely think I’m fine,” Harry said, waving his hand. “Look, I admit the curse does have a tiny, insignificant effect, but it’s not that big… I used to hate Voldemort a lot—right when Hagrid said he killed my parents—but after killing Voldemort a few times, I don’t really hate him anymore… I should say, there’s no one in this world I’d hate.”

That's true, Harry has always had a good mindset.

In addition, given his current extraordinary strength, there are few people or things in this world that he can find repulsive.

As for Voldemort?
Why would he be bothered by something that isn't even a rival?

“Is that so?” Mr. Lemaître nodded and said, “There are indeed exceptions to such a curse. For those with evil intentions, it is indeed a very troublesome curse—but for a kind-hearted and broad-minded person, the curse is not much different from having no curse at all.”

"In short," Mr. Lemaître concluded, "you don't need to worry too much; at least I think it's quite optimistic."

“Harry,” Vivi knelt down beside Harry and earnestly instructed, “No matter what, you are never allowed to use the Unforgivable Curse again, understand?”

Seeing Vivi's earnest look, Harry could only nod in agreement.

“Uh, okay,” he nodded.

Dumbledore's brow twitched.

The Unforgivable Curse is forbidden from being used again.

That means you've used it quite a lot before...

In the end, Dumbledore could only sigh and shake his head.

He still had faith in Harry and was willing to believe that the curse would not have a negative impact on him.

(End of this chapter)