Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

Ye Feng did not answer Voldemort's roar and questioning, but instead took out his wand.

Although the wand was dispensable to him, he was still a Hogwarts student, so he had to show some respect for the wand that he had bought for a "huge sum" of seven Galleons. Therefore, Ye Feng still took out the wand and made a token gesture.

"Soul-grabbing and mind-controlling?"

!! !! (((?Д?)))

"Or is it the Soul Separation Technique?"

(?Д?)ノ

"Or perhaps... soul-stealing?"

(ヾノ???)

Every time Ye Feng uttered a word that was considered "terrible," Dumbledore and the others' expressions would change. Voldemort, who was trapped in the net, was petrified and began to question his existence, because he seemed to only know a small part of what Ye Feng was saying, or had never even heard of it before.

"You...you're not...the next Dark Lord, are you?" With deep doubt, Voldemort asked the question that he most urgently wanted to know, and it was also the question that Hermione and the others were eager to know.

Ye Feng: (￣┏Д┓￣°*)

"Do you guys... really have no sense of humor? I was just trying to scare him."

Voldemort: Why do I feel like you're not joking, you're serious?

While Voldemort was lost in thought, Ye Feng's wand struck Voldemort's large face, which was parasitizing Quirrell's head. As soon as Ye Feng's wand struck, Voldemort's face froze instantly, and Quirrell trembled uncontrollably. Ye Feng did not hold the wand for long after striking, and lifted it up just two seconds later.

As Ye Feng raised his wand, Quirrell went from trembling to convulsing, and the convulsions became more and more intense and violent, because when Ye Feng raised his wand, a black 'mist' was attached to the top of his wand.

Upon seeing the black aura, Dumbledore's pupils constricted instantly. He didn't even bother to dodge and rushed out, kicking Quirrell, who was still trapped in the net, away. At the same time, he swung his wand and struck Ye Feng's wand with a loud crack.

Ye Feng: ￣へ￣

Ye Feng, whose spellcasting had been interrupted, couldn't help but frown. However, when he saw that the person who came was Dumbledore, he could only helplessly purse his lips, because he saw the anxiety in Dumbledore's eyes.

"Ye Feng, where did you learn this magic?" Dumbledore asked Ye Feng with a serious expression after interrupting his spellcasting.

Watching Voldemort's soul, which had already been partially extracted, slowly dissipate into the air, Ye Feng sighed helplessly in his heart and said, "I saw it in the forbidden book section. I think that perhaps if Voldemort's soul is extracted from Professor Quirrell's body, he might be able to return to normal."

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Dumbledore's expression softened considerably, while Quirrell, lying on the ground, roared, "You won't get rid of me! You won't be able to separate me from my master!"

"See that, Xiao Ye Feng? Your idea is good, but Quirrell's soul has already merged with Voldemort's. He's been too deeply influenced by Voldemort. Even I can't separate them. He... is beyond saving..."

After saying this, Dumbledore sighed deeply.

He actually knew that Voldemort would send someone to infiltrate Hogwarts, otherwise he wouldn't have sent Hagrid to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone and go fishing. But he never expected that Voldemort would actually parasitize Quirrell and come in person. If he had known this, he would have acted quickly, and perhaps Quirrell could still be saved.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry and the others all lowered their heads in disappointment, because in their eyes Dumbledore was almost omnipotent. Now that even Dumbledore said there was no way, then perhaps there really was no way.

"Professor Quirrell..."

"Since there's no hope, let's just kill him."

Harry and the others had barely begun to feel sad when Ye Feng extinguished it with a single sentence, leaving them looking at him in disbelief.

Ye Feng: [?ヘ??]

"Why are you looking at me like that? Since Professor Quirrell is so severely affected by Voldemort that he's beyond saving, keeping him around will be a huge threat. Besides, is Professor Quirrell, who is now fused with Voldemort's soul, still Professor Quirrell?"

“I think the real Professor Quirrell died the moment he was possessed by Voldemort. He’s just an empty shell now. So I think Professor Quirrell’s spirit in heaven would want us to do this, kill Voldemort to avenge him, and free his body.”

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, Dumbledore and Ron's gazes towards Quirrell instantly changed. Sensing the change in their gazes, Quirrell, who was lying on the ground, suddenly felt his hair stand on end and began to struggle frantically.

"No, Dumbledore, you don't actually believe this little brat, do you? I am Quirrell, and I have never changed! Dumbledore, you can't kill me! I should be punished by the laws of the wizarding world, not killed by you! You can't... Waaaaah!"

"Shut up, you dead man, stop your babbling and just rest in peace, okay?" As he spoke, Ye Feng grabbed Harry's hand and pressed it directly onto Quirrell's head. After being pressed down by Harry's hand, Quirrell suddenly stopped moving, and almost instantly, numerous cracks appeared on his body. A few seconds later, he turned into mud and ash.

"What a pity. I was originally planning to capture a wild Voldemort to study. After all, he is the Dark Lord. Even though he is crippled, he should still have some research value. Maybe I can publish a few papers and get some prize money, such as 'On the Difference Between the Body Structure of the Dark Lord and that of Ordinary People'."

Dumbledore: You fucking gave me back all the emotion I just felt! I suddenly think Voldemort was right; you really do have the potential to become the Dark Lord.

Ye Feng: I didn't do it! Don't talk nonsense! The Dark Lord? That's lame!

Chapter 59 Even dogs dislike it

Voldemort is dead again, and Ye Feng and his classmates' school year has come to an end. As they were about to leave for the holidays, Ye Feng wondered if Voldemort's fragmented soul could survive until Harry and the others graduated, given how he died.

As they boarded the train leaving school, almost everyone wore a bright smile. The reason I say almost everyone was like Harry, one of our main characters, but he didn't have a smile on his face.

For others, leaving school means going home to reunite with their families, but for Harry, leaving school means returning to his cage, because his 'family' isn't exactly kind to him.

Whether they were influenced by Voldemort's mark or were simply that mean, Harry's aunt and uncle's family treated him badly, even mistreating him, so he was unwilling to return to that so-called 'home'.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts doesn't allow students to stay at the school, especially first-year wizards, so they have to go back no matter how unwilling they are.

As Harry's good friend, Ron could tell that Harry was troubled, but he didn't know that Harry was worried about this. So, although he wanted to comfort Harry, he didn't know how to start. Moreover, Harry's uncle and aunt's family were Harry's legal guardians, and they couldn't do anything without their consent.

Ye Feng actually felt that Ron and Harry in the original series were a bit rigid.

You are wizards in the magical world. Although the Ministry of Magic clearly stipulates that underage wizards cannot use magic outside of school, you've already been bullied to this extent. If you're going to put up with this, then what's the point of learning magic? You might as well just be a Muggle who doesn't know anything about magic.

Therefore, Ye Feng thought for a moment and said directly, "Why don't you just move out, Harry? Although you are not yet an adult, you are already a wizard. In principle, you can move to the wizarding world to live. Your uncle's family are not wizards, so they cannot enter the wizarding world."

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard Ye Feng's words, but the light in his eyes quickly dimmed. Although Ye Feng was right, his knowledge of the wizarding world was limited to Hogwarts. He had no idea where he was supposed to move to, and the Ministry of Magic would not allow him to live alone in the wizarding world.

Seeing the light in Harry's eyes dim quickly, Ye Feng seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "Actually, Gringotts doesn't just accept Muggle coins for Galleons; they prefer you to exchange Galleons for Muggle coins."

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Harry seemed to understand something, and his eyes suddenly brightened. At this moment, Ye Feng gave him another boost, saying, "If you're worried that you won't be able to rent or buy a house even if you have the money, I can ask Cho Chang's parents or Hermione's parents for help. I think they would be happy to help."

Harry finally smiled after hearing Ye Feng's words, but he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he said with a smile, "I look forward to that day. If possible, I hope that the house can open the windows and see the sun. Ideally, it should be near your or Hermione's house."

"But now I need to go back to my uncle's house first. I need to explain things to them and get all my luggage back. It's...my stuff."

Hearing Harry's words, Ye Feng didn't say anything more. After all, although Harry's uncle seemed to be quite rich in the show, it was useless to Ye Feng no matter how rich or powerful he was, because the Ministry of Magic could prohibit him from using magic, but could it also prohibit him from using magic spells and fairy magic?

Besides, although the Muggle world doesn't have magic, it still values ​​strength, but this strength isn't about how strong you are in combat, but rather how rich and powerful you are.

In Western countries, money often represents power and influence. Coincidentally, Ye Feng is not short of money. In fact, if he wanted to, he could use gold to bring a major country's economy to collapse in just a few days.

Yes, he doesn't have much gold right now, but he is skilled in weapon crafting. And weapon crafting involves dealing with metals all the time, so it's normal that he knows several large-scale alchemical formations, right?

For example, there's the alchemy array that, once deployed, can cover an area of ​​dozens of miles and extract all the gold within those miles in just a few minutes; or the stone-gathering array that, once inscribed, can continuously gather the spiritual energy of the surrounding world to nurture top-grade jade containing spiritual energy, and so on.

In other words, if Ye Feng wanted to, he could become the world's richest man in a short period of time. So if Harry's uncle's family really didn't want to let Harry leave, he would show them what the power of money really meant.

After Ye Feng's words of comfort, everyone happily went home. However, when Hermione got out of the car and saw Zhang Qiu holding Ye Feng's hand and running towards a young Chinese couple, a hint of grievance visibly appeared on her pretty face. But this grievance quickly disappeared because she saw her parents who had come to pick her up.

That's how young people's emotions are—they come and go quickly. So, after saying goodbye to each other, the group happily went home. However, to Ye Feng's surprise, when they were having dinner that evening, or rather, when they were almost finished eating, Zhang Qiu's parents looked at Ye Feng with doting eyes.

"Xiaofeng, are you planning to go back to China or stay here for the holiday? Although we all want you to stay here, I still hope you go back home. After all, you haven't been home for almost a year, and it's time to go back and see your parents."

Hearing what Zhang Qiu's parents said, Ye Feng thought about it and realized it was true. After all, in this era, it would be no more difficult for you to call your parents in the village from abroad than for Voldemort to come and kill you right now.

So, after staying for two days, Ye Feng went back. However, this time he didn't go back alone. He was followed by a little tail, because Zhang Qiu hadn't been back to China to visit his grandparents for a long time.

The next morning, a boy and a girl, about twelve years old, who looked like a golden boy and a jade girl, stepped into the village entrance to greet the rising sun and the chirping of birds.

"Suck~"

"Ah~ it's that familiar taste again, and now I, Hu Hansan... am back!"

"Awooo! (Run!)"

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof (Why is that dog that's even more dog-like than us dogs back again?)?"

"Woof woof, woof woof woof? (Who knows? I'm planning to hide at Little Flower's house in the next village for a couple of days. What about you?)"

"Woof woof woof! (You really are a dog!)"

At Ye Feng's shout, the village dogs instantly started a commotion, and the villagers were also awakened by the dogs' furious cries.

"Is this Ye family's little Ye back? He's really energetic. The village is going to be lively again with his return. But I must say, although most of the things he makes won't even be eaten by dogs, he can still occasionally come up with something good. Erwa from Erdaozi's family at the end of the village was saved by something he made."

"Yes, Erdaozi was preparing a coffin for his second child when he swallowed the pill and immediately became lively again."

"Yeah, I remember they were jumping around for most of the day, and three grown men couldn't hold them back..."

Chapter 60 Absolutely My Own Child

Hearing the familiar barking of the dog, Ye Feng walked towards his home with a bright smile. Zhang Qiu, who was following behind him, felt something was amiss as the barking faded into the distance. However, when she saw fellow villagers passing by Ye Feng smiling broadly and greeting them warmly, she put her doubts aside.

"Wow, what a pretty little girl! Xiao Ye, where did you pick her up from?"

"Third Uncle, this is my classmate. She came to my house to play. I didn't kidnap her. Kidnapping is illegal. If you get caught, you'll be beaten to death."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the third uncle, who was muscular but hunched over from years of working in the fields, nodded seriously and said, "That seems to be true. Last month, a group of people from the next village were caught taking pictures of people in the village. When the authorities arrived, only one of them was still breathing."

"That's right. I heard that the one who was still breathing kicked his legs halfway to the hospital."

There are basically no entertainment activities in the village, so during the off-season or after lunch, many people like to gather under the shade of trees to chat. Now, this topic has been raised for only a few minutes and a lot of people have gathered here.

"If you ask me, those thieves deserved it. They didn't even bother to do their research before they came to make a move. The neighboring village is a big village that even government officials don't want to enter in normal times. These thieves actually dared to come into their village to film people. It's like lighting a lamp in a toilet—asking for trouble."

...

In just a few minutes, each person spoke a sentence and described something that was rare after the 1920s, but was quite common in rural areas, especially in some remote and backward places, in the 1980s and 1990s. Zhang Qiu, who was following behind Ye Feng, was dumbfounded.

Seeing Zhang Qiu's slightly open mouth and adorable expression, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile. However, as the group's conversation became increasingly off-topic and unsuitable for broadcast, Ye Feng quickly said goodbye and left with Zhang Qiu. Not long after Ye Feng and the others left, as the smoke from the cooking fire slowly dissipated, the crowd also quickly dispersed.

In the countryside, it is normal to work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Now that the sun has risen, the villagers should take advantage of the fact that the sun is not yet high and the sunlight is not so 'scorching' to eat breakfast and do some farm work.

Ye Feng and his companions followed the subtle yet delightful aromas of food from the village and soon stopped in front of a small villa.

Ye Feng also contributed to building this small villa. After all, even for dual-income families, building a small villa in this era is very difficult, even in the countryside.

However, something embarrassing happened to Ye Feng: he forgot that it wasn't the weekend, which meant his parents were still at school and not at home.

"Sigh, looks like I'll have to break the school rules."

"Open Sesame"

Zhang Qiu: [?_??]

Looking at the door that slowly opened as Ye Feng finished speaking, Zhang Qiu's face was full of questions.

"Isn't... the Arahu Cave open?"

Hearing Zhang Qiu's words, Ye Feng walked inside and explained (made up): "The Arahomora spell opens foreign doors, but this is China. Obviously, foreign door-opening spells won't work for doors in China. So, in China, 'Open Sesame' is the real door-opening spell."

Looking at Ye Feng's serious face, Zhang Qiu felt that there was something wrong with Ye Feng's explanation, but she also felt that it made some sense. So she nodded blankly and followed Ye Feng inside.

That evening, Ye's parents returned home and were shocked to see the open door.

"Honey, have we been robbed?"