I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

It did not vanish silently, but rather erupted with a piercing shriek, like metal violently rubbing and tearing apart!

A blinding flash erupted at the point of impact, and countless tiny, spark-like magical remnants scattered and scorched the surrounding ground, illuminating the brief but thrilling struggle between the two!

What made Voldemort Quirrell's pupils suddenly contract was that the invincible green light of slaughter that represented his will was actually blocked by the seemingly low-level disarming spell red light the moment it made contact!

Moreover, the crimson light, like a red-hot iron penetrating oil, was steadily and unstoppably pushing back the deadly curse light he was emitting, inch by inch!

The red light representing the disarming spell is brutally encroaching on the domain of his killing spell!

"impossible!"

Voldemort's voice came through Quirrell's throat, filled with disbelief and a barely perceptible tremor.

This was beyond his understanding of magic!

How could such a young wizard possibly overwhelm the great Dark Lord in a direct clash of pure magical power and concentrated will?

Even though he is currently using Quirrell's weak and useless body, his magical skills and willpower are by no means ordinary!

A sudden thought flashed through his mind, which he immediately seized upon as a lifeline to maintain his self-esteem.

Yes, it must be the limitation of this body!

This inferior body severely hampered his ability to use magic!

In a flash, Voldemort made his decision.

Continuing to fight head-on will only bring shame and defeat upon ourselves.

He manipulated Quirrell's arm and flicked the wand upwards, attempting to redirect the domineering red light diagonally upwards. This required extremely refined magical manipulation skills, but it was quite simple for Voldemort.

"Sizzle!"

The crimson beam was forcibly deflected from its original (momo) trajectory, like an out-of-control raging dragon, grazing the edge of Voldemort's hood and shooting into the dark night sky, instantly blasting several thick tree branches above to shreds, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Quirrell's body, controlled by Voldemort, suddenly collapsed like a punctured husk, and thick, inky black mist, churning with an ominous aura, surged out from it!

The black mist instantly condensed into a blurry, hooded, menacing black shadow, emitting a silent shriek, before merging into the deeper darkness and fleeing into the depths of the Forbidden Forest!

"Want to go?"

Yuzuru's eyes flashed with even more mockery, as if he had already anticipated the reaction of this stray dog.

He didn't pursue, but instead gracefully drew a perfect circle with his wand, clearly uttering:

"ExpectoPatronum!"

94. The Mutant Guardian Charm: Voldemort Falls into the Trap

"ExpectoPatronum!"

As Genichi Hanyu waved his wand, a large amount of silvery-white mist was expelled.

What emerged from the tip of Genichi Hanyu's wand was not the materialized guardian beast summoned by an ordinary wizard.

It was a vast expanse of silvery-white mist, as pure as moonlight and as clear as a starry river!

In the darkness of the night, the shimmering, silvery-white mist resembled a dazzling galaxy.

It is not a physical entity, yet it possesses a warm and powerful vitality that dispels all darkness and coldness.

This silver mist seemed to possess its own will. As soon as it appeared, it precisely enveloped the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into, like a giant fishing net!

"Ugh—!"

A non-human howl, filled with pain and rage, erupted from the churning black mist!

Voldemort's black mist raged wildly left and right within that silvery-white mist!

Each impact was like a scorching hot iron being branded onto the snow, making a sizzling sound, like butter meeting a hot plate.

The part of the black fog that came into contact with the light fog quickly thinned out and dissipated!

The silvery-white mist seemed to be the natural nemesis of his dark existence, carrying a strong purifying and binding force.

Voldemort tried to revert to human form, but found it was impossible!

The silvery mist not only suppressed Voldemort's power but also disrupted the magical core that maintained his form, trapping him firmly within the mist, as if he were trapped in a viscous, burning swamp of holy light!

"Damn it! What kind of curse is this?!"

Voldemort's voice became distorted and shrill, filled with unprecedented terror and rage.

This was completely beyond his understanding of the Guardian Charm!

This is not meant to defend against Dementors!

It's like a cage specially woven for him, made of pure positive energy!

Genichi Hanyu ignored Voldemort's curses.

With focused attention, Yuzuru Hanyu wielded his magic wand with steady precision, like a conductor's baton.

With Genichi Hanyu's control, the vast expanse of silvery-white light mist began to rapidly contract and condense inward.

They intertwine and solidify, like liquid moonlight being shaped.

In the blink of an eye, a translucent sphere of light, about half a meter in diameter and emitting a soft and stable silver light, suddenly took shape and floated in the air about one meter above the ground!

The black mist that Voldemort had transformed into, now mostly shrunken, was like a desperate insect trapped in amber, futilely tumbling and crashing inside the sphere of light. Each impact caused ripples to spread across the surface of the sphere, while the mist itself became even thinner and dimmer.

Genichi Hanyu slowly stepped forward and stopped in front of the ball of light, his face bearing an undisguised mocking smile, like a victor looking down on a defeated dog.

"Tsk, it seems that the legendary great Dark Lord is nothing special after all."

Genichi Hanyu's voice was full of irony.

The churning black mist inside the sphere of light suddenly paused, then erupted with an even more frenzied surge. A voice filled with extreme resentment and madness pierced through the light barrier, ringing out as shrillly as if scraping glass.

"Genichi Hanyu, I swear I will kill you!"

"I will erase everyone you care about, your woman, your friends, everything you value from your sight in the most painful way possible!"

"I will make you taste a despair a thousand times greater than what I am experiencing right now!!!"

Voldemort's roar was like a curse from the depths of hell, filled with hysterical madness.

Even when imprisoned, Voldemort remained convinced that he was immortal!

As long as the Horcruxes remain, Voldemort will eventually make a comeback!

This obsession fueled his most vicious threats.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Genichi Hanyu simply let out a short, extremely contemptuous laugh, as if he had heard the most boring joke in the world.

Genichi Hanyu smiled slightly, looking at the black mist inside the sphere of light that was violently fluctuating due to anger, his eyes calm and without a ripple.

"That's a classic example of a lost dog's statement, Tom."

Genichi Hanyu bluntly pointed out the real name that Voldemort hated most.

"Besides hiding in the shadows cursing and spouting meaningless threats, what else can you do?"

Genichi Hanyu slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers clenching loosely, as if controlling invisible threads.

The silver sphere that imprisoned Voldemort's remnant soul began to steadily shrink and condense as he moved, its volume decreasing at a visible speed, while the internal pressure suddenly increased!

Voldemort's roar instantly turned into a painful, forced whimper.

"What do you think you rely on? Is it those fragments of souls that you've cut up, defiled, and hidden in the shadows?"

Genichi Hanyu's voice suddenly turned icy cold, like the Siberian wind: "Gaunt's ring, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's tiara, and perhaps that poor snake, Nagini."

"Oh, right, and your stupid diary."

Every time Genichi Hanyu called out a name, the black mist churning inside the sphere of light would twitch violently!

As the last name in the diary fell, the black mist seemed to be drained of all its power in an instant, ceasing its frenzied rampage, leaving only an unbelievable, extreme fear and deathly silence, as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss!

Voldemort's mind seemed to be frozen.

How could Genichi Hanyu possibly know?

How could Genichi Hanyu possibly know everything?

This is absolutely impossible!

As Genichi Hanyu looked at the black mist within the sphere of light, which had fallen into a deathly silence and whose form was beginning to become unstable, a near-cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Judging from your reaction, it seems I was right all along?"

Leaning slightly closer to the shimmering sphere of light, Genichi Hanyu's voice was as soft as a whisper, yet carried a weight heavy enough to crush a soul.

So stop making those ridiculous threats.

"Your immortality is nothing but a filthy bubble that can be popped at any time in my eyes."

"The reason I'm keeping your remnant soul alive for now is simply because I think you still have some research value."

"As for your little toys, I can destroy them whenever I want."

"In other words, I can make you truly, completely, and utterly annihilated at any time."

Gen Hanyu stood up, elegantly flicking away non-existent dust with his fingertips, his gaze disdainful.

The glory of a pureblood (95% pureblood), the possibility of subduing Voldemort.

The heavy oak door to the Slytherin Prefects’ common room was pushed open, and Genichi Hanyu appeared in the doorway.

The warm, orange glow of the fireplace immediately outlined his tall, upright figure, dispelling the slight chill from the hallway outside.

Cassandra, who had been sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, seemingly reading a book but actually looking restless, looked up almost instantly.

When she recognized the person as Genichi Hanyu, her tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and a relieved expression appeared on her delicate face.

Although she was perfectly aware that with Genichi Hanyu's unfathomable strength, there was absolutely no danger in dealing with a dying Voldemort remnant.

But when she learned that he had ventured alone into the Forbidden Forest to intercept the infamous Dark Lord, Cassandra couldn't help but feel a pang of inexplicable worry.

This concern does not stem from a lack of trust in Genichi Hanyu's abilities, but rather from a deeper emotional bond—like knowing that even the strongest shield will not break, one will still worry about whether the wielder will be injured by the shockwave.

Seeing him return unharmed and looking relaxed, the gloom that had been lingering in my heart finally dissipated.

"Judging from your expression, Voldemort should have been dealt with already?"

Cassandra put down her book, her eyes gleaming with intelligence in the firelight, and a knowing smile playing on her lips.

She used the somewhat ambiguous word "solve," which included both "eliminate" and "subdue."

"Of course!"

With the composure of a victor, Genichi Hanyu walked a few steps to Cassandra.

He offered no further explanation, but simply extended his right hand. The wide sleeve slipped down, revealing his well-defined wrist.

He held a translucent ball of light, radiating a soft and stable silver glow, with his palm facing upwards. It seemed to be supported by an invisible force, hovering quietly a few inches above his hand.

Cassandra's gaze was instantly drawn to the orb of light.

The inside of the sphere of light was not empty; instead, there was a dense, inky black mist that was twisted and erratic and was frantically thrashing about!

Each time the black mist struck the inner wall of the sphere, it would create ripples of silver light, while the mist itself would emit a silent shriek as if it were being burned, becoming even thinner.

"That's Voldemort?"

Cassandra's voice carried a hint of surprise.

She had seen all sorts of dark magic creations, but the fact that the Dark Lord's remnant soul was so vividly imprisoned in a sphere of light was beyond her imagination.

The pure, positive energy emanating from the sphere of light contrasted sharply with the churning, evil black mist within.

"That's right, this is our dear Tom Riddle in his current state."

With a slight twitch of one finger, the ball of light obediently began to slowly rotate above his palm.

"Trapped by my improved Guardian Cage, he couldn't even maintain the most basic human form."

His tone was unmistakably mocking.

Cassandra took a few steps closer, carefully examining the black mist struggling futilely within the sphere of light, as if observing a rare specimen.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Cassandra looked up at Genichi Hanyu: "Should we keep it locked up like this? Or..."

Genichi Hanyu shrugged, tossed the ball of light up gently, and caught it steadily, his movements as casual as if he were playing with an ordinary glass ball.