Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 96 It’s broken, I’ve become a Horcrux! (4000nd update words)
This is the spell that I developed with Vivi, and the flame is the legendary eternal fire - the Guble Fairy Fire!

In order to control this flame, Harry put in unimaginable effort and sweat.

"Protego Gubraithian (Fire Shield Protection)!"

Harry chanted a spell, and the flames grew stronger.

This is a flame that burns forever without the need for fuel!

Voldemort's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked at Harry in shock. He could never have imagined that a first-year student could use such advanced magic.

The last time I heard of this kind of spell using fire as a defense was last time... I heard that this was the signature spell of the dark wizard Grindelwald who was defeated by Dumbledore.

but……

Grindelwald's fire is Fiendfyre.

And the Potter in front of him, his fire... is the Gublei fairy fire.

The Gublai Fire, also known as the Eternal Fire, is an enchanted flame that burns forever.

This is a very advanced magic, as only a few wizards can do it.

Most importantly, this isn't black magic.

This spell is too advanced, and there is no plan to teach it to students in Hogwarts' textbooks.

Even a hundred years ago, there were almost no students who could master the Gublai Fairy Fire.

It was only after Harry studied the spell book that Cassandra took out from the Malfoy family library that he gradually mastered this kind of fire.

Using the Guble Fairy Fire for protection was Vilatia's idea.

Using this eternal fire instead of armor to protect yourself is extremely effective.

The Fiendfyre summoned by Voldemort shook its head frantically, trying to break through Harry's fire barrier, but it couldn't shake it at all.

With the Philosopher's Stone as his backing, the strength of Harry's spells has reached a level that is hard to match.

The energy of the Philosopher's Stone gradually faded, and Harry felt the instinct in his heart becoming stronger and stronger, as if it was about to break through the shackles of his body and burst out.

He followed his instinct, waved his wand, and a stone pillar beside him turned into a barrel of explosives, which whizzed towards Voldemort.

Voldemort's heart skipped a beat. He threw out a piece of armor to protect himself, but he didn't expect the barrel of explosives to explode directly. Under the influence of the shock wave, he staggered back a few steps.

Harry took advantage of the situation and cast a disarming spell at the staggering Voldemort.

After all, he was a powerful dark wizard. Even at such a critical moment, Voldemort calmly used his wand to break the spell and gave Harry a Cruciatus Curse.

The Gublai fairy fire swept over, devouring the incoming heart-piercing curse.

Harry swung his wand, and thunder began to rumble above Voldemort.

“What kind of spell is this?!” Voldemort had a bad feeling and retreated quickly, but the thunder still followed him closely like a leech.

In desperation, he could only strengthen the defense above.

But unfortunately, he was just a remnant soul, relying on Quirrell's lifeless body, and had no way of exerting even one tenth of his own power.

Voldemort's bad premonition became stronger and stronger. He cast a killing curse at Harry and took the opportunity to turn into black smoke and leave Quirrell's body.

At this moment, a dazzling bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit Quirrell's body.

The remains of Qi Luo, which was destroyed by lightning, instantly turned extremely black, as if it had been baptized by high voltage electricity.

Harry pointed his wand at the remnant of Voldemort's soul. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition and felt a tingling sensation from his neck to the back of his head.

He quickly rolled over on the ground, and then heard a voice.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The pale green light brushed past Harry's body and hit the ground, but had no effect.

Harry turned around quickly, and Voldemort's remaining soul took this opportunity to create a gust of wind and escape.

He looked around but couldn't find where or who cast the spell.

The attacker who cast the spell did not seem to have any intention of attacking him further.

Harry did not dare to be careless. He raised his wand slightly, and the Gublerite fairy fire leaped, increasing the area of ​​protection.

"Revelio!"

Still no response, Harry could not detect the presence of any hostile life forms.

At the same time, the energy of the Philosopher's Stone was finally absorbed by him.

A feeling of dizziness came over Harry, and he felt the world spinning around him. He staggered and fell on Quirrell's body.

The charred Professor Quirrell suddenly turned into dust and disintegrated when he touched Harry's body.

Before he lost consciousness, he used up his last bit of strength and threw the dark wizard's wand into the flames.

Harry did not remove the protection of the Gublerite fairy fire, but what he did not know was that the person who cast the Killing Curse on him had already left the basement.

However, Voldemort did not have such good luck. When he rolled out of the basement and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he ran into the ghost of a beautiful Slytherin with black hair.

He instinctively felt that this person was familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

The ghost pounced on him without any call and tore off a large piece of his soul that had turned into black mist.

"You... who are you?!" Voldemort asked in disbelief.

The ghost did not respond. After biting off three large pieces of soul fragments, it showed a satisfied smile and made a gesture to the side.

A notebook that Voldemort was extremely familiar with appeared in front of him.

"No...how is that possible!"

Of course he knew about this notebook.

This is his diary from that year!
After learning of Cassandra's deeds from Abraxas Malfoy, he Transfigured the Horcrux diary into a female form and signed it with the false name CC Malfoy.

The purpose was to have Malfoy Manor carefully keep the Horcrux and preserve the diary without anyone knowing.

Afterwards, he gave another identical diary to Lucius Malfoy, his most loyal servant, for safekeeping.

But why... did this real Horcrux appear here?
Before he could think about it, the ghostly beauty rolled the black mist of his soul into a ball and pressed it into the diary.

[Oh no, I'm a Horcrux!] This was Voldemort's last thought.

Then, he lost consciousness.

The notebook returned to its shabby appearance before it was deformed. A vortex appeared around it and it disappeared silently on the spot.

……

When Harry opened his eyes again, he was met with a pair of half-moon shaped lenses.

It was Dumbledore, looking at him with a smile.

"Good morning, Harry," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"Professor," Harry said, looking around.

He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen sheets. The table next to him was piled high with stuff, as if half a candy store had been moved there.

To his left, lay Seamus and Ron, both unconscious.

"They are all gifts from your friends and admirers," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Your stopping of Professor Quirrell in the dungeon was a complete secret, and secrets always spread quickly. So, naturally, all the teachers and students in the school knew about it. As far as I know, your friends Fred and George even gave you a toilet seat."

"They were no doubt trying to amuse you, but Madam Pomfrey thought it unhygienic and confiscated it."

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud. He really didn't understand the purpose of giving a toilet seat as a gift - maybe it was just for fun.

"How many days have I been lying here?" Harry asked.

"All night," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I thought you would lie down for a long time, but I didn't expect you to wake up before the other two."

Dumbledore was undoubtedly referring to Ron and Seamus who were lying beside them.

"But Quirrell..." Harry frowned and didn't continue.

He wanted to ask Dumbledore if he knew how Quirrell died, but he felt a little guilty.

Dumbledore smiled gently and said to Harry, "It seems that the fire protection I left behind is still of some use. At least it protects you well - in addition, I had to conjure up a broom to clean up Professor Quirrell's residue..."

"What's going on?" Harry asked in confusion, feeling a little relieved.

"It was love," Dumbledore said softly. "Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort does not understand, it is love. He does not realize that a love as strong as your mother's for you will leave its mark on you."

"Not a scar, not a visible mark... to be loved so deeply by someone, even though that person is dead, leaves us with a permanent amulet, hidden in your skin.

"It is for this reason that Quirrell cannot touch you. His heart is filled with hatred, greed, and ambition. He has sold his soul to Voldemort. He would feel unbearable pain if he touched someone with such a beautiful mark on his body."

Harry was stunned for a moment.

No wonder……

No wonder Vivi told him in front of Slytherin's study that he had a very strong protective spell on him, and the Cruciatus Curse would not work on him at all...

Originally he thought that Weiwei couldn't bear to use Cruciatus Cruciatus on him, but he didn't expect that... she was telling the truth.

For the first time in his life, Harry felt his mother so close to him.

"Mom..." he murmured, tears quietly sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

Dumbledore said nothing, but pretended to be very interested in a little bird outside the window.

Harry took the opportunity to wipe away his tears, suppressed his choked voice, and asked Dumbledore.

"I heard from Voldemort that Professor Quirrell once asked you for help, but you ignored him?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said to Harry, "I'm sorry, Harry. Although I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, there are things I can't do. He voluntarily devoted himself to Voldemort. Even if he regretted it for a moment, it might be part of his and Voldemort's evil plan... I'm glad you asked me this, but I still have to say that even if he really regretted it, I have no way to help him, because when he chose to help Voldemort, his fate was doomed."

"I understand you, Professor." Harry nodded sincerely.

Knowing how cunning dark wizards were, he simply couldn't afford to be a saint.

If this old student had believed Quirrell, he would not have become the greatest white wizard in the world.

"That Philosopher's Stone..." Harry continued, "I feel the energy of the Philosopher's Stone flowing into my body... Professor, is the Philosopher's Stone okay?"

"Oh, the Philosopher's Stone..." Dumbledore patted Harry's shoulder, "The Philosopher's Stone is no longer usable - I also want to remind you that you have to stay here for a few more days. Normally, a little wizard like you will explode after absorbing all the energy of the Philosopher's Stone. I mean, explode in the literal sense."

"But I'm still alive and well, right?" Harry smiled, without a trace of worry.

"I personally think so... Oh, not only that, I am more inclined to believe that the spell Lily left on you absorbed all the energy of the Philosopher's Stone - because I have a vague feeling that your protection is stronger." Dumbledore sighed: "She is a genius witch, and only she can learn such a profound ancient spell."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief with an imperceptible degree. He felt that the headmaster's own imagination...had saved him a lot of trouble.

"You can't, Professor?" Harry asked, looking up cutely.

"A person without the talent for ancient magic will never be able to learn any ancient magic in his entire life." Dumbledore's eyes flashed a gleam of wisdom behind his half-moon glasses.

Harry always felt that the headmaster in front of him seemed to have noticed something.

Then he thought of the Flamel couple and asked, "Professor, the Philosopher's Stone... Mr. Flamel..."

"Don't worry, Nico has stored a lot of elixirs." Dumbledore winked at Harry, "Besides, we were planning to destroy the Philosopher's Stone after this was over, so you don't have to worry."

"One last question, Professor." Harry pondered for a moment and asked directly, "I always feel... you seem to be deliberately leading me to the basement? To fight against Professor Quirrell... or Voldemort?"

"Harry..." There was a hint of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes. He seemed not to have expected Harry to ask him so directly.

He reached out and patted Harry's shoulder and said, "Harry, when Voldemort returns, everyone will have two choices - submit to his reign of terror, or die in resistance."

"But, more than ten years ago, you made him lose all face and even clung to the back of someone else's head like a parasite. Believe me, he is a vindictive person. In this world, you are the only one... who has no choice."

"I understand, Professor." Harry nodded heavily.

"Okay, enough questions, I suggest you start enjoying those candies."

Dumbledore stood up and picked up a box of Beebe's Every-Flavour Beans from the table.

"Ah! Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans! I was so unlucky when I was young that I accidentally ate a bean with a stinky taste. I'm afraid that since then, I have not liked eating this product very much - but I think it's always safe to choose a toffee-flavored one, what do you think?"

"I suggest you change it," Harry said sincerely.

Dumbledore obediently put the bean back and picked up another one and put it in his mouth.

"It's nice, chocolate flavor," he said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)