Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 241, Section 240: The Demonized Voldemort and Temporary Death

"Why would such a foolish person be my future self?" The younger split soul circled its main soul, which was floating in mid-air as a wisp of black smoke, and said with a look of disgust, "Being defeated by Dumbledore is one thing, but being defeated by a newborn child is another—and even after twelve years, I haven't improved at all, and I've even been turned into an ornament, ha!"

“You are a part of Voldemort’s soul that was separated when he was young,” Harry said with a certainty, kneeling on the ground with one hand on his chest, his face pale.

Harry was stalling for time. The dagger that had pierced his armor was afflicted with a dark magic curse he didn't understand. Harry could only try his best to cast the Soul Purification spell to dispel the curse and continuously heal himself with the purifying power of the water.

I never expected that there would be two Voldemort's split souls in Hogwarts at the same time. According to this account, even my subordinate Lucius was involved. What Voldemort gave to Lucius—why didn't Lucius give it to me?

Harry had a lot to say to Lucius, but the most important thing right now was to kill the enemy in front of him.

The battle is far from over.

Harry was somewhat relieved that he had reacted quickly enough. The instant he realized something was wrong with Ginny, he had tried to lean back and dodge. In addition, he was wearing chainmail made of basilisk scales—although the armor didn't provide much protection, it did buy him some time.

At least he didn't let the dagger pierce his heart directly.

“You’re stalling for time, Potter,” the young Voldemort turned around with a malicious smile, “but it doesn’t matter, I allow you to do so, struggle, you can struggle—because you’ll soon find that everything you’re doing is futile, ahahahahahaha!!”

Voldemort laughed maniacally once again. In his mind, he had solved the problem that even his own main soul could not solve and had repeatedly failed to solve.

"Use your last breath to witness it properly, you foolish Potter!" Without a moment's sorrow for the death of his own fragmented soul, the new Voldemort said with considerable pleasure, "You are about to witness my ascension, just like how you were when you shed the shackles of your physical body. I will become stronger! More perfect!!"

"Yes, I will become the new demon!!!"

Voldemort raised his arm and shouted, his right fist wreathed in fel energy, and then he gripped his demented main soul, which was floating in mid-air!
“Master Soul—no, you are no longer the Master Soul.” Gazing at his future, Voldemort said softly, “You, who have failed repeatedly, who are so ugly that you have lost your intelligence, are no longer worthy of being called the Master Soul—just as I hoped when I created the first Horcrux, I am the Master Soul.”

The vibrant green fel fire, like a spiderweb, covered Voldemort's original soul, and the new Voldemort was drawing upon his past power and absorbing his soul.

This time, Voldemort's main soul, which had been imprisoned in the dark room to the point of losing its mind, seemed to have finally regained some of its own consciousness. The pain of having its soul essence forcibly extracted by fel energy made it howl in agony.

"...No...no...no..."

There would be no more sounds. Voldemort's young split soul, or more accurately, his new main soul, acted swiftly and ruthlessly, completely extracting everything from his future in less than two seconds.

Harry knew perfectly well what this new Voldemort was doing.

As he himself proudly proclaimed, he was becoming a new demon.

Fel energy is constantly seeping into Voldemort's soul, and this power, a symbol of destruction, is transforming Voldemort into a creature of his own, a demon.

The once young and handsome face had vanished, and Voldemort's translucent body was gradually becoming solid. His fair skin turned into a dark, decaying green, covered with hideous tumors or barbs. Bright green fel runes extended from the top of his head to his body.

Before long, Voldemort's body was no longer recognizable as human. Even his legs had become huge recurved joints, no longer having feet, but huge hooves. His arms, covered with spikes, had two sharp blade-shaped appendages.

Voldemort had completely transformed into a demon, a genuine Burning Legion demon—well, not much different from the demons Harry had killed in the past.

Ugly, powerful, and disgusting.

"Ah, how wonderful," Voldemort's voice deepened, "this is power, such immense power!"

Constantly examining his demonic hand, Voldemort was completely immersed in its unique beauty.

He could clearly sense the magic, or evil energy, that was currently present in his body—a power that seemed capable of destroying the tower with ease if he so desired!

But what pleased Voldemort even more than these powers was the invisible connection he sensed at that moment—the connection between every demon and the source of fel energy, the connection to the Twisting Nether.

"I have truly gained...immortality," Voldemort's expression even seemed somewhat moved. "Those demons didn't lie to me, I truly felt it—even if I died right here right now, I could be reborn in the Twisting Nether—because I am immortal!!"

Watching Voldemort's ecstasy with detached indifference, Harry was working hard to heal his injuries.

He knew Voldemort was right, because it wasn't just the Burning Legion's demons; all demons were like that. They were immortal in the material world, and mortals could only kill their bodies. Their souls would return to the Twisting Nether after their bodies died, and eventually be resurrected under the nourishment of endless fel energy.

However, Voldemort's statement was not entirely correct. To truly kill demons, one must kill them in the Twisting Nether so that they cannot be resurrected.

However, aside from this standard method, killing demons in a high-concentration fel energy area will also truly kill them. Well, of course, using holy light, which is an energy opposite to fel energy, can also directly kill demons. High-level arcane energy can also do it, or the shadow void can devour them... Anyway, there are quite a few methods.

In a sense, Voldemort did achieve the immortality he had always longed for, and not only that, he also gained immense power. The only loss might be the loss of his appearance—but judging from the changes in Voldemort's appearance when he was young and his appearance in the future, he probably didn't care about this loss.

Harry was pretty sure that the Arannas wouldn't be so kind as to tell Voldemort that immortality after becoming a demon still had limitations, but the problem was that Harry couldn't currently achieve any of the methods to completely kill demons outside the Twisting Nether—which was why he looked so grim.

As a shaman, purifying land contaminated by fel energy and restoring life to its former glory is no problem for him. However, completely killing a demon in the normal world is a real challenge—he can't just deliberately allow a demon to create a high-concentration fel energy zone in order to kill the demonized Voldemort, can he?

Wouldn't that put the cart before the horse?
“You’ll die here.” Suppressing the weakness that spread from his chest wound throughout his body, Harry struggled to his feet, leaning on his warhammer. “Immortality? Perhaps—but you probably don’t know how long a demon would need to absorb energy in the Twisting Nether to be resurrected, ten years or a hundred?”

“I regret to inform you, Voldemort,” Harry scoffed, “that I have killed far more demons than you have ever seen, and even among all the demons I have killed, you are among the weakest.” “There are countless weak demons like you in the Twisting Nether. On the battlefield, you would be cannon fodder used to fill the lines. You are not even a demon commander,” Harry continued, relentlessly stabling Voldemort in the heart. “Forget those famous demons whose names are known throughout the worlds, you are not even comparable to those terrifying guardians or succubi—judging by your fel energy, you are only about as strong as a goblin, maybe a little stronger—by the way, do you know what a goblin is?”

"lie!!!"

Unsurprisingly, Voldemort immediately flew into a rage.

For him, it doesn't matter what his body becomes, or how his personality changes due to the influence of power. The only thing that matters is that his power cannot be weak; it must be strong, and he must fight!
Therefore, being mocked for being weak was something Voldemort could not accept.

"You're jealous! Jealous of my power!" Voldemort roared furiously. He had to kill the clown who was slandering him right now. As he spoke, he clenched his right fist, and a ball of fel flame appeared at his summons, which then exploded towards Harry.

"Earth element! Heed my call!"

There was no time to worry about the destroyed castle. At Harry's call, the walls of the headmaster's office suddenly shook, and a pair of earth elemental fists slammed straight at Voldemort. Harry did not take the opportunity to attack as well. Instead, he used the opportunity to endure the physical pain, wrapped Ginny's body in layers of rocks, and threw her into the suitcase world.

We need to work hard.

Harry's chest injury continued to worsen, so he had to enter Ascendant mode once again. Only in this state of temporary transformation into an elemental being could his injury stop deteriorating and his fighting ability be maintained.

Prolonged Ascendant mode would inevitably transform Harry into an elemental being, but at this point he couldn't care less.

The torn castle wall melted into molten lava in the blink of an eye. To be honest, Harry found it much easier to deal with Voldemort, who had already left Ginny's body. At least he could use some powerful magic without any worries.

What else is there to say about demons?

Only death is the best destination for demons.

Lava bursts!

Lightning Bolt!
Elemental Impact!

Earthquakes—well, let's forget about earthquake magic.

It's really much easier to fight now. Look, Voldemort—now he's truly a demon—is lying on the ground.

I really wanted to describe this battle in a more epic way, but even after Voldemort was corrupted by fel energy and transformed into a demon, he wasn't really a powerful demon. The amount of fel energy he possessed was about the same as that of an imp, except that his physical body was much stronger than an imp's, so his combat power was still greater than that of an imp.

But that was it.

With Ginny no longer a hostage, Voldemort quickly succumbed to Harry's explosive and aggressive play.

"This is impossible."

Even his voice was cut off, and Voldemort's mental state was damaged even more—he had achieved the immortality he so desired and also possessed greater power, which should have been a double blessing, so why did things suddenly turn out this way?
Questioning life.

They were so suspicious that they lost the will to fight back.

Most of his body had disappeared. Voldemort's entire body was reduced to just his right arm and a small part of his body. The rest of his body had been destroyed in the scalding lava during the battle and turned to ashes on the spot.

“Just like I said, even among demons you’re not that powerful, just cannon fodder.” Having transformed back into human form, Harry walked to Voldemort’s side, one hand holding his warhammer and the other clutching his chest.

"You're done."

Without waiting for Voldemort's reply, Harry raised his warhammer and slammed it heavily onto the black diary that had fallen from Voldemort's body.

Similar to when the crown was destroyed, except that what flowed out of the diary was not a translucent milky white liquid, but streams of black ink that gushed out like blood.

At the same time, Voldemort also spat out a mouthful of Horcrux blood, but even though the Horcrux was dead, he did not die on the spot like the split soul in the crown; he just looked weaker.

“…That was just my past body. I am now immortal.” Using one hand to prop himself up slightly, Voldemort refused to let his gaze fall below Harry’s. He said sarcastically, “You can’t kill me, Potter.”

“Just this once.” Catching his breath, Harry gripped his warhammer tightly and slammed it down!
Click.

Voldemort is dead.

He died quite peacefully, because he knew he wouldn't actually die, so he didn't show any shame or resentment.

The higher the level of the demon, the longer it takes to resurrect. A great demon like Archimonde would need nearly ten thousand years to resurrect, while cannon fodder like Voldemort could be resurrected in just a few days at most.

But the Twisting Nether is an incredibly vast concept, and Harry doesn't know if Voldemort can find his way back to this world from within it—it doesn't matter anyway.

(End of this chapter)