Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 296, Section 295: Jaina's Arrival [The End]

"Welcome! Welcome back to the Three Kingdoms Tournament!"

Ludo Bagman's shouts echoed throughout the Colosseum once again after several months. Thanks to the tireless efforts and urgent repairs by the Ministry of Magic staff, the arena used for the second match was finally repaired before the start of the second match. Moreover, in order to accommodate the content of the second match, the entire arena was expanded by the Unseen Stretch Charm, making it two to three times larger than the arena of the first match.

“…It’s unbelievable, can magic really do this?” French President Pellier sat back in his familiar seat and exclaimed, “To a spectator, the playing field below looks like a miniature model—it’s so exquisite and so enormous.”

It's not just the competition venue that's been expanded; it also features a variety of terrains, from mountains to caves, from rivers to lakes, and even includes many common and exotic wild animals.

If the audience were to look closely through binoculars, they would see these animals hunting and living naturally, completely unaware that their habitat had changed—to the audience on stage, it all looked like a miniature model, with the animals inside the box and the audience outside.

“It’s like a chessboard,” Hark said chuckled, excitedly watching through his binoculars as a giant eight-eyed spider, a native of the Forbidden Forest, viciously pounced on a plump wild boar, thrusting its fangs into it, then bound it up with its silk and devoured it. “At least I can be sure of one thing: wizards won’t have to worry about housing, and well, they won’t have to worry about those annoying guys marching in the streets all day long.”

"What the Prime Minister means is—magic, very magical," Humphrey, sitting next to Harker, immediately said. "Excuse me, have those strange-looking animals below also lived in our world all along?"

“Yes,” the French Minister of Magic replied, “One of the most important duties of our Ministry of Magic is to hide them and prevent them from being discovered by you and the Muggles. This is difficult and tedious.”

"Are they very dangerous?" Huck asked with great interest. "Take that spider, for example. I saw it kill that wild boar so easily. Good heavens, that wild boar was huge!"

“Yes, the eight-eyed giant spider is extremely dangerous,” Scrimgeour said in a hoarse voice. “They possess near-human intelligence, can speak human language and lure victims, and humans are also part of their diet.”

“That’s really…scary,” Hack chuckled dryly. “Talking spiders and stuff…so the arena is now full of these dangerous creatures?”

“Yes, there are eight-eyed giant spiders, human-headed lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beasts, chimeras, cat-leopards, venomous horned beasts... there are quite a lot of them, and they are a dangerous part of this competition.” Ms. Maxim nodded and said, “Oh? Look, the warriors are about to officially enter the arena.”

So the group quickly looked toward the entrance to the arena, where nine warriors were already standing. Unlike the previous match, this time the professors' group of warriors would start the match. Compared to the other eight professors, who were of similar height, Harry was much taller than his peers, but people's gaze would still unconsciously drop slightly when they looked at him.

It's kind of funny, but no one would question Harry's abilities, after all, that volcano is the best proof.

"...Remember the golden eggs the warriors won in the first game?" Ludo explained loudly from the commentary booth. "Now we can tell you all in good faith that each of those golden eggs contained a parchment with a different spell written on it, and the rule for the second game is that the warriors can only use the spell written on that parchment when they enter the arena!"

"But don't panic. You've already seen just how big the entire arena is. And throughout the arena, our Ministry of Magic employees have buried, uh, countless treasure chests. Warriors can open these chests to gain access to other spells!"

"Well, and it's not just treasure chests. These parchments can be found anywhere you can imagine or not—under waterfalls, where magical creatures live, on their bodies, in their nests—use your imagination! Go find them!"

"For each parchment you acquire, you can use one more spell. However, if the spell on the parchment is one you don't know, then I'm sorry, it's as if you haven't acquired that spell at all—absolutely! Never use any spells other than those on the parchments you acquire, otherwise we will regretfully declare this warrior disqualified from the competition."

"Of course, there's also the most important thing: the winning conditions for the entire match," Ludo deliberately dragged out his words to whet everyone's appetite, "Yes, just like you think, there will only be one winner in the entire second match. The match will only end when the last warrior eliminates the others."

"The judges will score each warrior based on their performance and when they leave the stage. Of course, the spell privileges the warriors have unlocked are also a crucial factor. Anyway, I know you're all impatient! Because I'm impatient too—let's start the competition now!!"

Amidst the cheers of the audience—which, of course, the warriors on the field couldn't hear, as they had already stepped onto the field, they knew the audience was watching them through the artificial sky above.

Everything on the field felt incredibly real: the dry wind blowing from afar, the lake beyond the mountains seen before entering the field, and the forest so close at hand.

"Then, based on the scores from the first match, those with the highest scores will enter first—Headmaster Potter, please come this way," a Ministry of Magic employee enthusiastically directed.

"Thank you," Harry nodded slightly, then said to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, "Then we'll see you inside."

“Don’t be careless, Harry,” Professor Flitwick retorted defiantly, “I might just beat you!”

This elderly man seemed to have been rejuvenated after becoming a warrior, and his whole being was full of enthusiastic vitality.

He truly considered Harry a rival and was preparing to defeat him from all sides.

“Oh, I’m looking forward to the surprise you have for me, Professor,” Harry said with a wink and a smile.

"Haha, then you—!!"

Professor Flitwick's words came to an abrupt halt. Not only him, but Harry also looked up in an instant. At that moment, the sky simulated by magic—which should have been a clear blue sky with white clouds and bright sunshine—was suddenly tinged with a vibrant green light, allowing everyone in the room to see the audience outside. But then, all that remained was that blinding green.

“This is…” Professor McGonagall murmured.

“A barrier, a fel barrier.” Staring at the fel energy barrier, Harry frowned and said, “There are more demons hiding in than we thought… He’s here.”

Voldemort arrived, accompanied by a wild and arrogant laugh.

"Harry Potter!!!"

Having been killed twice by Harry, Voldemort now harbors an unprecedented hatred for Harry, even if it's just a fragment of his soul. This hatred even surpasses that for Dumbledore, to the point that Voldemort, now an immortal demon, finds it hard to forget.

No, it should be said that it was precisely because Voldemort became a demon that hatred became so deeply ingrained in his heart.

He called Harry's name, but his words were filled with murderous intent.

"Just watch from below, Potter!" Voldemort stared at Harry below through the fel barrier, knowing Harry could see him too. "You're completely trapped. This is a barrier only demons can use. From now on, you'll be locked in a closed space, unable to do anything but watch as I conquer this world!!"

“Is that all?” Harry retorted without any politeness. “You went through all that trouble to become a demon, and this is all the courage you have? You don’t even dare to face your opponents. A demon like you would be looked down upon even in the Burning Legion. The Pit Lord would tear your soul to shreds.”

"The Burning Legion?" Voldemort burst into laughter. "You can't fool me, Potter! I'm completely different now—a complete transformation!"

"The Burning Legion is long gone! Even a minor demon in the Twisting Nether knows that! They went to great lengths to attack a remote planet, only to be turned on and killed by the natives there. Even Argus was blown up, ha!"

"Only I! Voldemort! I will become the most powerful demon, I will build a death army stronger than the Burning Legion! I will rule all worlds!!!"

"And this world will be my stronghold, where all wizards will become new demons—a demon race belonging to me! We will possess unique powers that other demons cannot have!!"

Compared to Crouch Jr., Voldemort, having mastered the power of fel energy, had integrated this advanced energy with wizarding magic much more deeply. As he himself said, he was already a completely new kind of demon, and might even rival the Eredar in the future. "Aaaaaah!!!"

Screams and agonizing pleas for mercy echoed from the stands. With the power of wizards and demons, Voldemort had infiltrated and guided his minions to tear open a portal to the Twisting Nether, releasing a massive number of demons into this world.

Harry could clearly see the demons chasing after the poor ordinary people and wizards. He didn't say anything, but simply threw a lava ball at the green light screen in the sky—it was like a pebble falling into the ocean, and the light screen didn't even make a ripple.

"What do we do?! Harry!" Professor McGonagall cried out anxiously, "We have to protect them! The children are all here!!"

“Don’t worry, Dumbledore is still outside,” Harry said, frowning.

Fel energy itself has a deep connection with space, which is why demons can easily pass through the world and travel through space. Harry had seen this fel energy barrier several times. It is equivalent to trapping people inside the barrier in another space, which is not easily broken.

Only by eliminating the fel generator or the demon lord or mage who created this light barrier can it be removed, but now...

Harry's heart sank. He began to try to destroy the light barrier with lightning bolts or primal elements—the energy impact did have an effect, but as Voldemort and his demon wizards continued to inject fel energy, the light barrier, which had seemed to dim, began to glow again.

Not only him, but all the professors who were tied up below were also trying to use spells to destroy the light barrier, but to be honest, the effect was not significant.

Outside, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were already engaged in battle with the demons, but to be honest, given the number and strength of the demons, the Aurors' power was completely inadequate. Even with many adult wizards who had come to watch the match joining the battle, the situation did not improve; the demons' attack was simply too sudden.

The long period of peace in the magical world has also meant that many adult wizards are merely adults; they cannot even accurately cast a Split Charm.

"Roar!!!"

Until the roar of the Angry Horn echoed from the sky, it sensed the elementals' anger at the demonic invasion and then rose from the Forbidden Forest to fly towards them.

The Frosthorn's breath descended from the sky, but it could only target places where there were only demons or where demons were crowded together. It couldn't target places like the stands where people and demons mingled. After a while, it seemed to have no idea where to start. Instead, some demon wizards seized the opportunity and hit it with fel-powered spells, causing it to cry out in pain.

Time was of the essence. Harry had even activated his Ascendant form, unleashing a torrent of elemental power to bombard the fel energy barrier. He needed time.

The entire Hogwarts area seemed to have returned to the defense battle of last year, with large amounts of elemental energy emerging from all sorts of places. They instinctively resisted the invasion of fel energy and even spontaneously attacked the demons.

"Harry! Hurry! Harry!" Professor Flitwick urged anxiously. "Damn it! Why don't I see Dumbledore up there?! He didn't come to the match today! Has he disappeared again?!"

“Calm down, Professor!” Harry’s voice was low as he transformed into his elemental form. “Dumbledore hasn’t lost contact, and I believe Scrimgeour has informed him that he’s been busy with something very important.”

“I know, I know, but now—good heavens! What is that?!” Professor Flitwick suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted with wide eyes.

A fiery red meteor flew diagonally from the direction of Hogsmeade, moving at great speed and growing larger and larger—BOOM!!!

Strangely enough, the fel energy barrier was shattered by a meteor, filling the air with smoke. Not only Harry, but even Voldemort was stunned. Luckily, he dodged quickly, otherwise the meteor would have hit him directly.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I hope I'm not too late." Dumbledore's voice could be heard from inside even before the smoke and dust had completely cleared.

"It's a bit late, but it really helped a lot." Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief as the fel energy barrier dissipated, allowing him to attack those cunning demons. However, he was taken aback when he saw Dumbledore after the smoke and dust had been cleared away by the Vanishing Charm.

Because Dumbledore didn't come alone; he brought something with him—something Harry was very familiar with. To be precise, Dumbledore brought over the most precious item from the Department of Mysteries' Hall of Death.

The dilapidated stone archway, with its two black curtains still hanging on either side.

Its appearance not only stunned Harry, but also Voldemort, who was flying overhead—he was a little confused about why Dumbledore had moved this stone door over, but the psychological trauma he had experienced when facing Dumbledore made him choose to act cautiously.

“You might not believe it, Harry,” Dumbledore said solemnly, “but Gellert made me do it… to deliver the message to me in a way I don’t know how.”

“Gellert?”

Harry's question was destined to remain unanswered, because the dilapidated stone door suddenly emitted a light—a silvery-grey light that Dumbledore had once described.

It gradually transformed into a vortex-shaped portal. Harry was all too familiar with this thing, because in Nico's prophecy, those Death Knights he knew would emerge from such portals, and now—

A glint of clothing flashed, and out of the portal emerged a person—someone Harry knew all too well.

Harry was so surprised that he forgot to breathe and even forgot to maintain his ascended form. It was rare for Harry to show such a dumbfounded expression.

Jaina.

It wasn't the owl named Jaina, but the real Jaina, with golden hair, a familiar face, and the same surprised expression she had when she saw him. The only difference was that she looked much older than he remembered. How long had he been away from Azeroth? Why was Jaina walking out of the stone door of the Hall of the Dead?
There were just too many questions, so many that Harry's mind was in complete disarray.

“Long time no see, Harry.” Unlike Harry, after a brief moment of surprise, Gianna smiled first, “You look much cuter.”

"You really are—?!" Harry's voice even trembled slightly, forgetting all about the "cute" compliment.

As the two were talking, people kept emerging from the portal behind Jaina. To Harry's surprise, these people included not only Alliance warriors but also Horde warriors.

“Of course, it’s me,” Jaina nodded slightly, her gaze never leaving Harry. “We both have many questions we want answered from each other, including your strange new horns, but before that, let’s deal with these nasty demons—you should still be able to fight, right?”

“Of course,” Harry said with a joy that seemed to spring from somewhere within him, “It’s been a long time since we fought side by side.”

"Still fighting demons," Jaina added with a smile, "Will you still win?"

"of course!"

【Complete book】

(End of this chapter)