Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Chapter 158 Voldemort

He immediately stood up, tidied up the research materials on the table, and put all the rune rubbings, magic graphite, and analysis notes into the leather magic bag with skillful and efficient movements.

He had already memorized the secret passages, mechanisms, and guard posts leading to the Chamber of Secrets. Following the fixed route, he walked familiarly to the entrance corridor of the Chamber of Secrets.

As we passed the rest platform in the middle of the corridor, the serpentine stone carvings inside the corridor wall suddenly raised their voices, becoming hurried and flustered, unlike their usual relaxed and leisurely chatter, as they shouted loudly into the corridor.

"Puni! You're finally here! Quickly open the passage! An adult wizard just broke into the secret passage and is only a short flight of stairs away from the bottom of the chamber!"

At first, Puni thought that the talkative stone sculpture was just making up stories to keep him company and pass the time, so his expression didn't change.

The urgent tone in the stone carving was clearly audible; Puni's brows furrowed and his expression became serious.

"Open the passage door immediately." Puni spoke rapidly, his voice tense as he asked, "Was the intruder a man with a thick purple wool scarf wrapped around his neck?"

The stone gears began to turn, and the heavy stone door slowly slid open to the side. The stone sculpture replied, "It's not this person. The person who came was completely wrapped in a black cloak that blocked out the light, and the hood was pulled down very low, so we couldn't see their face."

A pure black cloak?

Puni's thoughts raced.

When Quirrell was in control of his own consciousness, he was the docile and timid Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the school, who taught while wearing a scarf.

Once Voldemort's will suppress Quirrell's soul and takes control of this body, he will don a black cloak to conceal his appearance and carry out clandestine tasks.

In addition, the Chamber of Secrets is a core forbidden area of ​​Slytherin, and Voldemort, being suspicious and cautious, might not be willing to let Quirrell, the host of his parasites, see the full picture of the Chamber and the secrets of the Basilisk.

His arrival alone in a black cloak makes perfect sense.

The situation was urgent. The moment the stone door opened, Puni quickened his pace and rushed straight down the spiraling stone steps.

The voice from the stone sculpture behind them called out again, tinged with worry and selfishness: "That cloaked man has reached the heart of the secret chamber. You must be careful and protect yourself first! I'm waiting for you to come back and chat with me!"

Puni continued walking: "No need to worry. I can personally kill the basilisk monster, so a mere intruder is no match for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Puni quickened his pace downhill again.

The dragon he raised is still down there!

At the same time, at the bottom of the spiral stone steps in the secret chamber, a figure in a black cloak slowly walked down, his gait calm and elegant, his body shrouded in a faint black, cold demonic aura, which was the form in which Voldemort controlled his physical body.

Fifty years later, returning to the secret chamber, the surrounding stone walls and the damp air are exactly the same as they were back then.

In particular, the snake head mechanism at the entrance, despite being damaged by explosions several times, still possesses the ability to self-heal and regenerate.

Previously, the snake-headed mechanism insisted that his bloodline was impure.

So whenever the other party refused to open the door because of their mixed-race heritage, he would directly use magic to detonate the mechanism and forcibly break open the passage.

This time, after half a century, he returned to the secret room.

Voldemort's purpose was very clear.

Awaken the serpent monster lurking deep within the secret chamber and recruit this top-tier demon as your combat ally!

According to the basilisk's life cycle, after fifty years, it has just reached the point where it will molt again.

If the basilisk had not yet shed its skin and was at its peak physical and combat strength, it would have been enough to help him break through the magic stone barrier head-on and directly subdue the three-headed dog guarding the first floor, thus saving him a lot of planning and maneuvering!

In fact, he had planned to sneak into the Chamber of Secrets to investigate at the beginning of the semester, but there were very few professors left on campus in the early stages of the semester. Dumbledore was stationed around the castle all day to patrol, and his magic was easily sensed and detected. Acting rashly would be extremely risky.

It wasn't until all the students returned to school, and the campus was bustling with people and filled with chaotic magical energy, that he was able to conceal his own magical energy fluctuations. In addition, yesterday, Quirrell was assigned to patrol the floors at night, making it inconvenient for him to leave. Only then did he decide to sneak into the secret room today.

Voldemort secretly hoped that the Basilisk would remain at its peak strength and not yet begin to molt!

He strode gracefully through the mechanical round door into the main hall of the secret chamber. The next second, his aura suddenly froze, and he stood there stunned, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

The giant serpent monster with cold, vertical pupils that was expected to occupy the stone chamber was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a fire dragon was coiled in the center of the empty stone chamber.

Before Voldemort could muster his magic to prepare, the dragon strained its neck, opened its mouth, and spewed out scorching dragonfire, accompanied by a blazing stream of air, which hurtled straight toward the figure in the black cloak.

The fire dragon that was currently perched at the entrance to the secret chamber was also completely bewildered.

Who is this person?

Never mind, let's just fight first!

Anyway, it's not the owner!

The thought was made in an instant, and even though the mind was still in a daze, the instincts developed from years of fighting had already been triggered.

The dragon's neck muscles tensed, its chest filled with surging dragon fire, and without hesitation, it unleashed another thick and powerful column of high-temperature fire at the intruder.

A deafening heatwave swept across the entire entrance area. The core temperature of this dragon fire exceeded 1,500 degrees Celsius, and its scorching power was enough to melt goldware and carbonize fossil bricks. If an ordinary adult wizard faced such intense dragon fire, his physical body would be instantly burned to ashes, and even his bones would be difficult to preserve.

However, Voldemort was a parasitic being wholly attached to a body by a remnant soul, making him far superior to ordinary wizards and impossible to kill in one blow.

He flipped his wrist with lightning speed, and the tip of his wand instantly opened up a transparent, silvery-white magical defensive barrier, firmly wrapping around his body and withstanding the impact of the entire dragonfire.

The barrier trembled violently, and the magic was rapidly depleted. Voldemort used the barrier as a buffer, quickly rushed out of the fire domain, his clothes charred black by the high temperature, making him look disheveled.

His magical reserves are now extremely low.

The compatibility of this body was far worse than he had anticipated.

Despite the short time he had been parasitizing her, Quirrell's body had already begun to darken and decay, and her vitality was rapidly fading away.

If Puni knew the inside story, he could pinpoint the root cause: Voldemort's remaining dark soul volume and soul power concentration far exceeded Quirrell's original soul capacity. The soul body squeezed the physical body, which accelerated the decay and decay of the physical body.

At this moment, Voldemort was filled with rage and had no time to investigate the reason for the decay of his body.

He never imagined that his private chamber, which he had been away from for fifty years, would be attacked by an enemy!

This humiliation even surpassed the hatred Regulus felt for destroying and taking his Horcrux!

With a surge of malevolent energy rising within him, Voldemort steadied himself, raised his staff to lock onto the entrance, and spat out a chilling incantation, aiming directly at the fire dragon's true form.

A green light was poised to strike, and the Avada Kedavra curse was instantly formed, intending to obliterate the fire dragon that had appeared out of nowhere.

But when the tip of the staff was pointed back at the original spot, the entrance area was already empty.

There was no trace of the fire dragon.

The air above suddenly became scorching hot. Taking advantage of the moment when the dragon fire had obscured the view, the fire dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky to seize a high-altitude combat position.

Before Voldemort could turn his wand around, a second, even thicker pillar of fire descended from the sky, sealing off all of Voldemort's escape routes.

A burst of dragon fire, a change of position, high-altitude guerrilla warfare, and alternating attacks—this is the fighting style ingrained in the fire dragon's instincts.

Voldemort could only move his feet again, retreating in a sorry state from the scorching heat zone.

However, as soon as he escapes the fire zone, the high-altitude fire dragon will immediately change direction and continue to spew dragon fire, completely blocking the escape points and leaving him nowhere to land or take shelter.

The disadvantage was already predetermined: the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin was a self-contained magical barrier, not connected to the castle's Floo network, and completely sealed off spatial magic such as Apparition.

Even though Voldemort was proficient in flying without a staff, that was an ability that could only be used by relying on his own complete soul and unique physical body. He could not replicate it by parasitizing Quirrell's mortal body.

In the current situation, Voldemort is on the defensive and struggling to dodge attacks.

In fact, he could have simply turned back to the secret passage, exited the secret chamber, and escaped the entanglement, but his pride and arrogance would not allow him to retreat.

A mere fire dragon was enough to make him flee in panic?

He absolutely cannot accept this defeat!

Under the scorching heat of the raging fire, Voldemort slowed his evasive maneuvers and focused on channeling the remaining dark magic within him.

Beneath the hem of the black robe, wisps of dark green deathly smoke slowly rose. The smoke, baked by the high temperature of the dragon fire, gathered along the rising airflow, and in a short while, it coalesced into a thick, dark, poisonous cloud in the dome of the secret chamber.

The dark green poisonous clouds gathering in the dome rapidly changed shape, their outlines and flesh fitting together to form a hideous, hollow giant skeleton phantom. The skeleton's jaw opened and closed, and a condensed, slender dark green magical serpent, carrying bone-corroding death energy, shot straight toward the fire dragon in the sky.

This dark magic technique is imprinted deep within the fire dragon's instinctive memory. It was used in battles among its clans when it was young, and when its original fire dragon father punished it.

Without needing to think or analyze, the fire dragon instantly filled its chest with dragon breath, opened its mouth, and unleashed a thick, blazing pillar of dragon fire, directly colliding with the dark green magical serpent.

The high-temperature dragon fire instantly eroded and disintegrated the magical serpent, and the dark green smoke scattered and shattered, directly thwarting the first wave of attack.

But Voldemort's dark magic had not exhausted its power. The broken smoke reformed and split again, and five slender, faster small magical snake shadows changed their trajectories and surrounded the fire dragon in the sky from all directions, sealing off all its escape routes.

Faced with a multi-pronged attack, the fire dragon was overwhelmed and aerial combat was not its forte.

It hastily spewed out two streams of dragon fire, annihilating the two snake shadows in front of it. Sensing the remaining three snake shadows approaching its body, it immediately flapped its wings and retreated, trying to gain altitude and escape the encirclement.

With Keiro's physical body enhanced, Voldemort's spellcasting speed far exceeded the fire dragon's retreat speed.

The next instant, Voldemort's long, withered hand pierced through the head of the magic snake shadow closest to the fire dragon, and he teleported close by using a medium of dark magic.

At this moment, Voldemort's eyes were filled with undisguised ferocity, his pupils shrank to narrow vertical pupils, and the stench of rotting flesh emanated from the seams of his clothes.

The parasitic soul already eroded the host body, and the high-intensity continuous activation of forbidden black magic further accelerated the decay of the body, with the skin on the neck and back of the hands already showing signs of grayish ulceration.

Having been repeatedly thwarted and forced to dodge by the fire dragon, he had already aroused his extreme killing intent. Only by slaying the fire dragon could he quell the raging anger in his heart!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The low, cold incantation landed, and a dark, almost black, dark green spell light, carrying a deadly magic, locked onto the fire dragon's body, leaving it nowhere to hide, and struck the gap between the scales on the fire dragon's chest.

The powerful, deathly curse instantly sealed the fire dragon's bloodline magic. Its wings suddenly stiffened, its power failed, its aerial posture collapsed, and its massive dragon body lost its support, plummeting uncontrollably towards the stone floor of the secret chamber.

Voldemort coldly looked down at the falling fire dragon, a contemptuous snort escaping his throat. He raised his foot, ready to land and end the fire dragon's troubles.

Then, another unexpected event occurred!

A burst of dragon fire rushed towards Voldemort.

"Damn it!"

Voldemort quickly dodged.

Before he could catch his breath and calm down.

In the dimly lit corridor of the secret chamber, a clear male voice slowly rang out, piercing through the noise of the flint lighting and reaching Voldemort's ears: "Don't rush to escape, Dark Lord."

Voldemort's last shred of hope vanished completely.

Sure enough, someone was ambushing him!

He turned to look at the source of the voice: "You stayed here specifically to wait for me to join the game?"

As the light and shadow shifted, Puni's figure shed its usual boyish appearance and transformed into that of an adult.

He bent down and examined the fire dragon's condition, confirming that the dragon was only under magical confinement and had no fatal injuries. He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up and faced Voldemort in the center of the encirclement.

"It can't be considered a special ambush."

"I originally planned to observe the situation and wait until you and Dumbledore had balanced each other and depleted their strength before seizing the opportunity to clean up the mess."

"I just didn't expect you to barge into my territory so rashly. In the end, you voluntarily stepped into my territory and walked right into my trap."

As Puni hurried down the spiral stone steps to the bottom of the secret chamber, and witnessed Voldemort being suppressed and restrained by the fire dragon, a thought began to swirl in his mind.

What kind of changes would occur if Voldemort's remnant soul were killed on the spot at this moment?

The original timeline, the butterfly effect of the world, and the mechanism for correcting fate—others are wary of altering the course of events, but Puni doesn't care.

Voldemort's ambition, obsession, and ruthlessness are the biggest and most insurmountable obstacles in his plan to become a god. This man can never be won over or allied with; he will only endlessly create trouble and disrupt his own plans.

After a quick decision, Puni dismissed all distractions and no longer worried about changes in the world line.

If we can eradicate Voldemort's original remnant soul on the spot, it will be a stroke of good fortune and save us from countless troubles later.

If this encirclement still fails to eliminate him, then Voldemort's fate is not yet over, and it should be handed over to Harry, the destined savior, to finish things off.

Puni was full of confidence, blessed by a dragon, possessing complete magical combat power, and bathed in holy light. There was absolutely no possibility of Voldemort turning the tables and killing him.

If someone has a huge advantage but still loses, it means they are not capable enough, and they should be willing to accept all the consequences!

Swish!

Three perfectly condensed beams of the Death Curse pierced the air of the sealed chamber, striking Voldemort's vital points in quick succession.

Puni never intended to engage in dialogue; his attack was a decisive blow!

While the parasitic Quirrell is currently in extremely poor physical condition, with its magic depleted and its body decaying, Voldemort still possesses considerable power and is unlikely to be helplessly struck by the Death Curse.

He channeled the emanating dark green death energy around him to his feet, using black magic for short-range displacement, his body twisting and shifting sideways, barely avoiding the three closed-loop blockades of Avada Kedavra.