Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 198 Voldemort: Does Dumbledore know you want to rule the world? Harry: We're in this together!

At this moment, Voldemort was slowly absorbing the small pool of ancient magic emanating a mysterious aura in the secret chamber.

As the magic gradually seeped into his body, astonishing changes occurred.

Voldemort, who originally had Lockhart's handsome face, gradually had his features distorted and reshaped, and his facial features were recombined in a bizarre way, slowly approaching his original appearance.

Based on this phenomenon, Harry wondered if if Lockhart's appearance were allowed to completely transform into Voldemort's, would Voldemort use Lockhart's body as an embryo and resurrect him again?
It has to be said, there's a very high possibility!
When Voldemort noticed Harry's intrusion into the Chamber of Secrets, his already chilling face instantly became even more sinister and cold, as if a biting wind blew from the coldest hell, capable of freezing the surrounding air.

His eyes were fixed on Harry with a vicious glare, the muscles in his face twitching slightly with rage, his jaw clenched, and he forced out a string of words filled with endless resentment:
"Damn Harry Potter, that utterly stupid Lockhart! Why couldn't we have waited a little longer?"

"Give me just a little more time, and I can completely transform this fool's body into my perfect vessel, and successfully resurrect him!"

Harry didn't attack immediately, but instead wanted to get some information from Voldemort:
"You are now just a soul split from your original self. In my opinion, you should be the you from your student days."

This afternoon, I diligently examined numerous ancient texts in the forbidden library at Hogwarts. If my deduction is correct, the magic that attempts to achieve immortality by splitting the soul is none other than Horcruxes!

Upon hearing these words, Voldemort's pupils contracted slightly, and a barely perceptible look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

He truly hadn't expected that Harry would uncover his most secret and crucial fact in just one afternoon.

However, Voldemort was Voldemort after all; even during his student days, he possessed a composure and demeanor that was difficult for ordinary people to match.

After a brief moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure, slowly spread his hands, a nonchalant sneer on his face, and spoke with utter arrogance:

"Even if you know, so what? I have already hidden the Horcruxes in various corners of the world. Those places are extremely well hidden. Even if you incite all the wizards in the wizarding world to search everywhere, you will ultimately find nothing!"
Besides, can the souls that split off later still be considered me? Even if you destroy them one by one, what difference will it make to me?

Harry was not surprised by Voldemort's argument.

The act of splitting one's soul involves extremely complex ethical dilemmas.

Whether those fragments of the soul that split off, lacking complete memories of what followed, can still be considered the original self has always been a matter of much debate.

Therefore, even if he were about to die, Harry would not intentionally split his soul.

He wants to prove it once and for all, that there will always be only one Harry Potter in all the heavens and the worlds!
Harry fixed his gaze on the ancient pool of magic at Voldemort's feet, and though he phrased it as a question, he was absolutely certain:
"So, this is the source of your confidence that you still have today?"
Even though it has not been resurrected, it still possesses such great power, all because of this magic pool.

Voldemort, you have mastered ancient magic!

"You actually know ancient magic?" Voldemort's eyes flashed with obvious surprise upon hearing this. Then, as if he understood something, he sneered and said:
"That makes sense. The spell you cast earlier must have been an ancient magic variant of the Killing Curse!"

"As expected, you are also one of the inheritors of ancient magic. No wonder you were able to overpower me in a direct magical clash!"

Harry was not using ancient magic, but his own chaos magic.

In reality, Harry was not using ancient magic, but rather his own unique chaos magic.

The essence of chaos magic surpasses that of ancient magic, being of a higher level and possessing greater power.

This is why Harry was able to gain the upper hand and win the magic duel with Voldemort.

Harry had no intention of explaining to Voldemort. After obtaining the information he wanted, he acted decisively and immediately!

Harry took his wand from his pocket dimension and slammed it into the ground. The rocky ground beneath him rose rapidly, and a rock giant several meters tall burst forth from the earth.

Seeing this, Voldemort was naturally unwilling to be outdone.

He suddenly summoned the basilisk, which fell from the ceiling and hovered behind Voldemort.

Before the real battle to the death began, Voldemort had his own plans. He tried to stall for time as much as possible so that he could absorb more ancient magic and increase his own strength.

So he lowered his voice and, in an ancient and eerie snake-like tone, emitted a seductive hissing sound:

“Harry, I know from Lockhart’s memories that you always went to the forbidden section to borrow books. This shows that you, like me, also crave power!”

So why can't we cooperate and achieve a win-win situation? If you cooperate with me, I will share ancient magic with you, and later we can even rule the wizarding world together!

Faced with Voldemort's seduction, Harry was extremely disdainful and said indifferently:
"The world does indeed desperately need a change, but you are not the one to drive that change. You should just obediently remain buried in the dust of history!"

Harry's answer greatly surprised Voldemort.

In his mind, Harry might answer his question in other ways, such as denouncing his evil deeds with a series of vehement words, then shouting about friendship, family, or so-called bonds of justice, and charging at him with his wand.

But reality was far beyond his expectations. Harry not only did not fall into the clichés, but his words also subtly revealed a similar ambition to him—to rule the world and promote a far-reaching reform.

Voldemort froze instantly, his eyes widening as he stared intently at Harry, seemingly trying to find a trace of a joke on the other's face. However, after a few seconds of stunned silence, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, first slightly curving upwards, then widening further until it formed an almost exaggerated, distorted, and eerie arc.

In that instant, he seemed to see another version of himself in Harry, a mad soul who also longed to overturn the world order and reshape the universe.

Voldemort's facial muscles contorted, and he let out a chilling, maniacal laugh:

"Hahahaha, this is absolutely absurd!"
The savior of the wizarding world is just like me, the Dark Lord despised by everyone. We are both terrorists who want to dominate the wizarding world!
No, you are far more terrifying than I am. At least I was not able to keep Dumbledore completely in the dark like you have, so that he was completely unaware of your hidden dangerous intentions!
Dumbledore, my beloved teacher, is absolutely hilarious.

He was so focused on dealing with me that he was completely unaware that a far more terrifying and threatening dark demon was lurking right beside him!

"You mean Dumbledore?" Harry saw Voldemort laughing almost maniacally and couldn't help but remind him in a friendly way, "I've never hidden it from him. To be honest, we're in cahoots!"

Voldemort: "???"

WTF!

Did he hear it wrong?

His wild and arrogant smile froze instantly, as if it had been suddenly frozen by a layer of frost.

Voldemort suddenly looked up, staring intently at Harry, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to carve Harry's face into his very being and find the slightest trace of falsehood.

However, Harry's serious expression told him that he had no intention of joking with him!

"Hahahaha!" Confirming that Harry's words were not a lie, Voldemort laughed even more maniacally. "What a hypocrite! The White Lord is also a demon king. I should have known!"

Clearly, Voldemort had misunderstood Dumbledore, and Harry, of course, didn't want Dumbledore to be misunderstood, so he kindly explained again:

"Of course, we want to rule the world and reform the world, not just like you, who simply wants to rule the world. Our true purpose is to save the world!"

"Heh, how ridiculous! Using high-sounding lies to justify one's own righteousness—I've used that tactic before!" Voldemort, of course, didn't believe it.

Harry launched his attack, manipulating the rock giant to suppress the basilisk while exchanging beams with Voldemort, all the while casually conversing with Voldemort, trying to create an opening through dialogue:

"No, you don't understand. Although you are a powerful wizard, your vision is still too narrow."

Our enemy is never a wizard, nor the Ministry of Magic; our enemy is Death, and the dimensional demons, who are far more powerful than Death!

"Dimensional Demons?" Voldemort was somewhat confused upon hearing a word he had never heard before, and asked, "What are Dimensional Demons?"

Harry remained calm and began to explain:

"Most of them are indescribable great beings, existing in a manner that transcends ordinary cognition, a terrifying aggregate of bizarre fantasy and terrifying power."

They can warp spacetime, alter reality, and devour the entire world!
While you were still confining your vision to the mere wizarding world, Dumbledore and I had already begun planning how to deal with the attacks of the dimensional demons and how to travel to other worlds!

Upon suddenly learning some news he had never heard before, and finding it so mysterious and impressive, Voldemort was stunned.

He initially doubted the truth of Harry's claims, but then found them to be perfectly reasonable. Only in this way would Dumbledore be on the same page as Harry, plotting to conquer the world.

Because they need to mobilize all their resources to prepare to meet that incredibly powerful god!
Damn!

Voldemort suddenly felt out of touch, realizing that he wasn't Harry's real enemy, but merely a stepping stone in their path!

Neither Harry nor Dumbledore takes him seriously these days!
Voldemort was starting to lose his composure. His pride wouldn't allow it. No matter what existed, he would find a way to become a god, until he killed all the other gods and became the only one!

As expected, Voldemort could no longer remain calm after hearing such shocking news.

Just then, Harry seized the opportunity, waved his wand, and fired the long-charged Railgun!
boom!
The sharp lightning sword pierced through Voldemort's armor spell and struck him hard, tearing one of his arms apart!

With an arm flying out, Voldemort let out a scream, then jumped without hesitation into the pool of water beneath him, which was made up of materialized ancient magic.

What's surprising is that the small pool, which looked shallow, was completely submerged when Voldemort jumped in and then disappeared immediately!

Harry quickly went to the edge of the pool, and after observing it briefly, he followed closely behind Voldemort and jumped in!

Immediately afterwards, he sensed a subtle spatial fluctuation. When his vision cleared again, he found that his surroundings were no longer the dark and damp Slytherin Chamber, but a luxurious hall filled with a violent magical aura!

Harry glanced around and immediately determined that this was a site related to ancient magic!

(End of this chapter)