Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 239, Section 238: Ginny, who was possessed, escapes from her main soul.

Harry's chainmail was even stained with the yellowish-green blood of the spider demons; even chainmail made from the skin of the thousand-year-old basilisk could not withstand the corrosive effects of this demonic blood for long.

He fought his way through entirely by himself, and by the time Harry arrived at the headmaster's office, he was covered in demon blood.

After shaking off the demon blood that stained the warhammer, the weapon, forged from the basilisk's fangs, performed to Harry's satisfaction. Even the most vigorous demons could not struggle for long after being struck by the warhammer; they would soon die from the basilisk venom.

Even so, by the time Harry had fought his way to the eighth floor of the castle, the demons' fel energy had already corroded the surface of the warhammers, leaving many pits and marks—fortunately, as blunt weapons, such wear and tear would not affect their damage.

Just smash it.

"For Alanna, the Spider Queen!!"

A spider warrior named Arannas, with the upper body of a ferocious human and the lower body of a spider, charged toward Harry while shouting slogans. Harry dodged the spider's long-haired spikes and smashed its skull into pieces with a single blow.

"For the Spider Queen?" After killing so many demons, Harry realized something was amiss. "Not for the Burning Legion or Sargeras?"

Harry quickly recalled all the demons he had encountered since entering the castle. Although they didn't speak English, the demons' chants in their demon language didn't seem to mention the Burning Legion even once.

In other words, Sargeras did not escape the Pantheon and start the Great Crusade again.
Although the timing was off, the discovery did relieve Harry. As long as it wasn't the Burning Legion's resurrection but just a small group of wandering demons in the Twisting Nether attempting an invasion, things weren't as bad as they could possibly be—though they were still quite serious.

Staring at the gargoyle stone beast on the ground, now smashed to pieces, the guard was no longer speaking. Harry quickly examined it and discovered that the statue had not been destroyed by fel energy or some kind of simple physical damage, but rather by a powerful Split Charm.

So, it turns out that someone did indeed summon a demon in the castle?

Harry didn't even need to think before he locked onto the target. Who else could it be but a fragment of Voldemort's soul?

When Harry learned that the Ministry of Magic's Floo Network could not connect to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, given the sensitivity of the Headmaster's office, he actually began to suspect that Voldemort's soul fragments were attacking Hogwarts in an attempt to rescue his main soul.

Because Dumbledore didn't carry Voldemort's soul with him, but kept it in a drawer of the headmaster's desk, which Harry had seen many times.

What he didn't expect was that the attackers of Hogwarts were not Death Eaters, but a group of demons.

Staying alert, Harry stepped onto the spiral staircase leading to the headmaster's office. Soon, he passed the shattered inner door and arrived at the circular office.

The small items that Dumbledore had collected were still neatly arranged on the table or cabinet. Neither the books on the bookshelves nor the items on the table showed any signs of being disturbed. Everything seemed perfectly normal—except for the figure standing next to the table.

“Ginny??” Harry’s eyes widened. He had never expected to see Ron’s sister here.

To be honest, Harry didn't have much of an impression of Ginny, mainly from his experience living in the Burrow during the last holiday. He only remembered that the girl seemed to admire him a lot and was very shy when she spoke to him.

As for what happens after the holidays end and school starts... to be honest, Harry hasn't spent much time at school this semester, and even when he is at school, he's been living in the Great Totem.

“No, you’re not Ginny,” Harry quickly contradicted himself, gripping his warhammer tightly. “You’re Voldemort—if you have any honor left, get out of that child’s body!”

Harry had no idea what had happened during his absence from Hogwarts, nor did he care to find out why Ginny had been infected with Voldemort's soul fragment. All Harry knew was that he had to kill the soul fragment here and kill this demon summoner.

"Why are you so serious, Professor Potter?" Ginny, with a half-smile, said, completely lacking the shy demeanor Harry remembered when she was with him. "Because of this child? Or because of—this?"

As she said this, Ginny held up the object in her hand and shook it—it was undoubtedly the trinket that Harry had made last year using Voldemort's main soul and Quirrell's soul.

He's already got it.

"Watch out! Little Harry!" A sudden voice interrupted Harry's words. From the top of the cabinet beside him, the Sorting Hat shouted, "This is not right—watch out for his crown! Old Hat, I remember it very well, it belongs to Ravenclaw!"

"That legendary crown that brings wisdom?" As a Hogwarts student, Harry was naturally very familiar with the legends of the founders of the four houses. "You turned Ravenclaw's crown into a Horcrux?"

"Does the hat, Ravenclaw's tiara, have any offensive magical abilities?" Harry asked immediately.

"Offensive magical abilities?" The Sorting Hat looked puzzled. "I don't know. It can only make people smarter, but it can't talk—well, the only one who can talk is me! Because I'm the Gryffindor hat!"

“Thank you for your explanation, Sorting Hat,” Ginny smiled slightly, pointing to the crown on her head. “You guessed right, Potter, isn’t it beautiful? Only something as precious and meaningful as this is worthy of being my Horcrux… I must say, you know so much. Dumbledore really likes you; he’s told you everything.”

There was no answer, because Harry had already raised his warhammer and lunged forward!
There's no need to waste words with this kind of enemy. No matter how powerful Voldemort is, his soul fragments still need a body to possess in order to cast spells. Harry plans to subdue Ginny first.

Bang! !

A shield engulfed in fel flames blocked Harry's hammer as he swung it down. Harry was astonished to discover that this fragment of Voldemort's soul possessed the power of fel energy. "Don't rush, Potter," Ginny said with a sneer, taking two steps back. "Look at your evil hammer. Don't you want to save this little girl's life? How heartbreaking! I can hear her soul weeping... Oh, a child secretly in love, now about to be killed by the very person she loves. How cruel—I must say you're far more cruel than I imagined, Potter."

“Although I am not a paladin, nor am I a rigid and stubborn person, even I understand that there is no room for compromise when it comes to evil,” Harry said expressionlessly. “If I compromise with you because of Ginny and let you carry out your evil plan, that would be irresponsible towards the lives of other people.”

“If you’re going to threaten me with Ginny’s life, you’d better give up now, Voldemort,” Harry said, taking a deep breath. “I understand the weight of life better than you do, and I know the meaning of sacrifice better than you do—I will kill you, I will make you die in the most painful way—to avenge Ginny!!”

This wasn't a joke, nor was it a threat. Voldemort's soul could clearly recognize that everything Harry said was true. This boy who had survived such a calamity had even stirred up a storm around his damned hammers and was even leaping towards him again!

Storm strikes!!
By imbuing his warhammer with primal elemental power, Harry shattered the fel shield and, without hesitation, struck Ginny with a single blow!

At that moment, Voldemort realized with absolute certainty that the boy was serious and that he was truly capable of disregarding the life of his friend's sister!

With a scream, Ginny seemed to be forcibly pulled behind her by an invisible hand, still clutching the jewelry tightly in her hand.

As someone who has hardly experienced any setbacks, it's impossible for Voldemort not to harbor resentment over the defeat twelve years ago that cost him everything, even if it was just a fragment of his soul—it was precisely this hatred for Harry Potter that made this part of Voldemort's soul want to mock the boy.

He was put in a dilemma, his soul was tormented, his mind was tortured, and finally, when the boy was struggling to make a choice, the girl was killed, plunging him into self-blame and pain.

Voldemort has already made his plans!

Having already learned of the devastating failure his main soul suffered last year—not only failing to be resurrected, but also being turned into a ridiculous ornament by this boy and becoming Dumbledore's collection—this humiliation was completely unacceptable to the proud Voldemort.

The demons brought him the opportunity to liberate his main soul, and Voldemort, who was well-prepared, naturally wouldn't allow those inexplicable demons to take over the world; they were merely tools in his hands.

Enjoy the fruits of victory!
Before the fruits of victory could be enjoyed, the lightning-studded hammer was the first to reap the rewards.

Ginny glanced at Harry with resentment, then her hand holding the trinket suddenly burst into fel flames. The Voldemort soul fragment possessing Ginny had no intention of rescuing the main soul through normal means. He only needed to unleash the destructive nature of fel energy to destroy the trinket, a process that wouldn't even take much time.

"Ah ...

In an instant, a cloud of black smoke burst out of the ornament; it was Voldemort's main soul. But what was extremely strange was that after Voldemort's main soul burst out of the ornament, it did not make any extra movements. The cloud of black smoke had already revealed his ugly face, but even though there were still fel flames dancing in the black smoke, Voldemort's main soul did not make any other sound.

It was as if he were dead—or rather, senile.

"The main soul?!" The soul fragment attached to Ginny exclaimed in disbelief. He couldn't imagine that one day he would see such a blank, dazed expression on his own face, just like that silly boy from the Longbottom family.

“Looks like he’s received the best punishment he could ask for,” Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “In a space with no light or sound, just complete darkness, ha!”

Voldemort... he seems to have been driven mad.

At least in the eyes of this split soul, his main soul had been driven mad. Even when he saw Harry, his enemy, he showed no anger. Even after being freed from the seal, he neither cursed nor felt relieved—he was still alive, but it was as if he were dead.

Even the agony of the fel flames burning his soul didn't make him utter a sound, whereas Quirrell's soul, which was released from the trinket at the same time, screamed the moment it came into contact with the fel flames.

Harry didn't give this misguided person the same treatment as Voldemort; in the jewelry, Quirrell was simply in a state of slumber.

The main body of Voldemort, floating in mid-air, was like a walking corpse; it's hard to imagine that this word could be associated with Voldemort.

“Your main soul is dead,” Harry said coldly, ignoring the angry look on Ginny’s face. “You’re next.”

Chase them down!!
Voldemort, capable of using fel magic, was no longer human. Such a powerful and destructive magic had fallen into the hands of a ruthless and cruel person. Harry couldn't even imagine the horrific tragedy Voldemort would cause in the future if he had let Voldemort's soul go today.

Sorry, Ron.

With a silent command, Harry activated Ascended form, transforming himself into a Wind Elemental Ascended. The raging storm destroyed Dumbledore's office. Harry first sealed the windows of the Headmaster's office, and the elements he summoned enveloped the room. James Potter's spirit had also arrived behind Harry, using his spiritual power to seal the room and prevent Voldemort's ethereal spirit from escaping.

"Me? You're the one who'll die!!!" Enraged, Ginny abruptly raised her wand. "Avada Kedavra!!"

The green light formed an almost continuous line in the small space. The murderous incantation was mixed with other dark magic. The cabinet that Harry kicked as a barrier only blocked the killing curse but not the dark magic.

There is even fel magic.

It was clear that Voldemort's fragment of soul had not yet delved deeply into the study of fel energy. He was simply manipulating the fel flames violently, as if he wanted to set everything in the room except himself on fire. Before long, the entire headmaster's office was completely engulfed in flames.

(End of this chapter)