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

"As the wielder of death, isn't it only natural to control the souls of the deceased, understand their state of being, and even decide their final destiny?"

He leaned forward slightly, extended his right index finger, and did not directly touch the black mist with his fingertip, but merely touched it from a distance.

An invisible, absolute will originating from the very source of the laws of death descended instantly!

"Quiet."

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Genichi Hanyu uttered two words softly, as if issuing an inviolable divine decree.

hum!

An invisible, cold wave of law instantly spread out!

The black mist of Quirrell's soul, which was originally churning and struggling wildly, was instantly frozen and solidified, as if it had been thrown into an absolute zero icy hell!

All the chaos, pain, and struggle were forcibly suppressed and frozen by a higher-level force!

The black mist maintained its final distorted form, hovering motionless in mid-air, like a desperate insect sealed in amber.

The faint light belonging to Voldemort's remnant soul was suppressed to the point of almost being extinguished, leaving only the faintest fluctuations that represented its essential existence.

Cassandra stared at this unbelievable scene, instinctively holding her breath.

Without incantations or gestures, just a thought, a command, and a resentful and chaotic soul instantly submits and freezes!

This is completely beyond her understanding of magic!

This is control at the level of rules! It is the manifestation of death's own will!

Genichi Hanyu withdrew his finger, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He turned to Cassandra, his eyes regaining their usual warmth: "Quirok's soul is here, and Voldemort's remnant soul is also imprisoned within. They are the most important props in our script."

Cassandra took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in her heart, and her gaze became calm and sharp again: "So, what's the next step for the script? Aberforth needs time to ferment, and we can't just leave this prop here forever."

She pointed to the frozen Quirrell soul.

A cold, calculating glint flashed in Yuzuru's eyes: "Of course not. Aberforth's catalyst needs time, but Voldemort's appearance can be warmed up in advance."

His gaze was fixed on the direction of Hogwarts Castle, as if piercing through the thick stone walls.

“We need a stage, a stage that is eye-catching enough and can create enough chaos and panic.”

Genichi Hanyu's voice carried a hint of seduction, "For example, a Quidditch match that everyone's been waiting for? Especially when the savior Harry Potter is riding a broomstick and becoming the center of attention?"

Cassandra instantly understood his intention, her eyes lighting up: "You mean to have Quirrell, or rather, Voldemort's remnant soul, launch an attack on Harry Potter in full view of everyone? To create a sufficiently terrifying accident?"

"Yes."

Genichi Hanyu gave a cold smile again.

111 Yukino: Take this elbow strike to the heart!

The key pieces have been placed on the chessboard at Hogwarts.

Aberforth is ignited by the hope of resurrection, and the souls of Quirrell and Voldemort are carefully arranged into props for a deadly script, just waiting for an "accident" to unfold in the Quidditch arena.

After confirming that everything was proceeding according to plan, Genichi Hanyu...

Without further delay, the fusion of the Demon Slayer world has entered its final stage. As the core anchor and controller, he must personally oversee the process to ensure that the two worlds do not collapse.

After a brief farewell to Cassandra, under her gaze, which held a hint of worry yet unwavering resolve, Genichi Hanyu's figure vanished silently into the fireplace of the Slytherin prefects' common room, like a reflection merging into the water.

The next instant, before the slight dizziness from the spatial shift had completely dissipated, a familiar scent, a mixture of urban hustle and bustle and fresh air, called "797," flooded into my nostrils.

The afternoon sun shines through the carefully pruned branches and leaves, casting dappled light and shadow.

In the distance, the faint sounds of city traffic could be heard, while closer by, the chirping of birds could be heard.

A strange sense of relief, as if the tension had been released, arose spontaneously.

The intrigues of Hogwarts, the cold silence of the underworld, and the heavy majesty of the power of death were all replaced by the familiar tranquility before them.

He walked briskly toward the main house of the Yukinoshita family and pushed open the door to enter.

In the living room, Yukino Yukinoshita was sitting on a single sofa by the window, holding a hardcover book. The sunlight gilded her smooth black hair with a warm golden edge, and her profile was calm and focused, like a solitary and aloof snow lotus in winter.

Genichi Hanyu's heart softened instantly.

He didn't try to conceal his presence. With a mischievous smile, he silently circled behind her, then suddenly opened his arms and embraced that slender yet incredibly resilient body!

"Xukino-chan!"

His voice carried the intimacy of someone returning from a long journey and a hint of languid satisfaction. His chin rested on the top of her head, which exuded a faint scent of shampoo, as he greedily inhaled her unique and reassuring cool fragrance.

"Have you missed me?"

"Whoa!"

Caught off guard, Yukino Yukinoshita froze in shock at the sudden attack, and the book in her hand fell with a thud onto the soft wool carpet.

She almost instinctively tried to break free, but the familiar scent and the strength of the embrace made her instantly recognize the person.

However, confirming his identity did not bring tenderness, but rather an instant burst of shame and anger!

"Yu! Raw! Xian! One!"

Yukino's cool voice carried a rare, almost cracking tone of shame and anger!

With her slender yet powerful elbow, she thrust backward with precise force and unwavering determination!

"Ow!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the living room! As if electrocuted, Yuzuru released his embrace, clutching his ribs where he had been accurately hit, wincing in pain, his handsome face contorted.

He bent over and stared incredulously at Yukino Yukinoshita, who had suddenly sprang back several steps like a startled, bristling black cat.

"Yukino Yukinoshita! You murdered your husband!"

Genichi Hanyu gasped in pain, his voice trembling.

"I just got back, and you've already done this to me? You're so heartless!"

Yukino Yukinoshita stood a few steps away, her arms crossed, her delicate, doll-like face now covered in frost.

She was breathing slightly, her fair cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger, but her deep blue eyes, as cold as ice, burned with raging fury, showing no remorse for accidentally injuring anyone.

"Shut up!"

Her voice was like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, cold and piercing.

"If you don't want to get hit again right now, stand back! Keep a safe distance of three meters... no, five meters!"

Genichi Hanyu felt wronged and confused as he looked at Yukino's wary posture, which seemed to say "Keep away, especially Genichi Hanyu."

He rubbed his aching ribs, circulating his magic to ease the pain while trying to put on a pitiful expression: "Yukino, isn't this a bit much? I don't remember my business trip being too long, and I didn't do anything to upset you before I left, did I? Why are you treating me so cruelly as soon as you get back?"

"Ah."

Yukino Yukinoshita let out a short, sarcastic laugh.

She didn't answer directly, but instead bent down to pick up the book from the ground, her movements carrying a deliberately suppressed restlessness.

She sat back down on the sofa but stopped reading and instead turned her gaze to the window, leaving only a cold profile and a low, gritting whisper from Yuzuru: "It's all because of you!"

"I?"

Genichi Hanyu was even more bewildered, completely confused.

"I'm in another world, how could I possibly make you angry from afar? Yukino, your way of taking your anger out on me is so unreasonable!"

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't turn around, but her hands, resting on her knees, gripped the edge of the book slightly, her knuckles turning white.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she only let out a louder snort, clearly feeling that explaining to this culprit would be a waste of time.

Looking at Yukino's awkward demeanor—aloof yet clearly harboring a nameless anger—Genichi Hanyu was filled with doubts.

He keenly sensed that Yukino's anger did not seem to be simply because of his sneak attack, but rather a long-accumulated resentment that had finally found an outlet.

"Something's wrong."

Genichi Hanyu stroked his chin, his eyes becoming inquisitive.

He decided to try a different approach.

Since Yukino refuses to talk, let's go find an intelligence expert.

He shrugged at Yukino, who still exuded an aura of unapproachability: "Alright, alright, it seems that Lady Yukino is not in a good mood today. I'll take my leave now and go to 4.3 to find some food to soothe my wounded heart and ribs."

After saying that, he turned around decisively and walked towards the kitchen.

Sure enough, before I even reached the restaurant entrance, I heard a light and melodious humming tune, full of teasing under its whirring tone, accompanied by the hum of the coffee machine.

Pushing open the door, he saw Yukinoshita Haruno standing in front of the kitchen counter with her back to him, gracefully grinding coffee beans.

Today she was wearing a well-tailored off-white loungewear outfit that accentuated her mature and alluring curves.

"Hey! Isn't this our busy man, the conqueror of another world, Genichi Hanyu?!"

Yukino Yukinoshita seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, and without turning her head, she spoke in her usual cloyingly sweet and teasing tone: "Finally decided to come back? What, weren't you so captivated by those beautiful women over there that you forgot all about home?"

112 Haruno, gloating; Yukino, furious.

Yuzuru ignored her teasing and went straight to the point: "Yono, help! Yukino is like a powder keg today. I just got back and hugged her, and she almost elbowed me away!"

"Have I offended her recently? What's going on?"

Yukinoshita Haruno stopped what she was doing and turned around.

With her signature knowing smile tinged with amusement, she sized up Genichi Hanyu, her expression brightening especially when she noticed him subconsciously rubbing his ribs.

"Oh dear, she came back and immediately launched a sneak attack on our Yukino-chan, only to be punished by justice, huh?"

Yukinoshita covered her mouth in feigned surprise, but her eyes were full of schadenfreude. "As for the reason, hehehe."

She slowly poured herself a cup of freshly brewed black coffee, took an elegant sip, and then, under Genichi Hanyu's eager gaze, slowly and deliberately revealed the answer: "Your current status is quite different from what it used to be."

He put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice with a playful smile, as if sharing a secret: "You are someone who holds the key to connecting different worlds and possesses unimaginable power! You are the most sought-after son-in-law in the eyes of countless forces and families!"

Genichi Hanyu raised an eyebrow, vaguely guessing what was going on.

"so what?"

he asked.

"so?"

Yukino Yukino spread her hands exaggeratedly, "Our doorstep is practically worn down! Those well-informed, sharp-nosed big families and conglomerates are scrambling to put their daughters, granddaughters, nieces, and grandnephews—any girl of suitable age with a bit of looks—into your side!"

She counted on her fingers as if she knew them all: "The eldest daughter of the Suzuki family is said to be gentle and virtuous, and proficient in tea ceremony and flower arrangement; the eldest daughter of the Nakiri family is of mixed race, with impeccable looks and figure; and the Yakushiji family, which started out in the military industry, sent their youngest daughter, who had just returned from studying abroad, to come and exchange ideas with them."

"Oh, right, even Hiratsuka-sensei's distant cousin has visited Yukino several times, ostensibly to ask for advice and learning, but her eyes always wander to your empty room..."

With each name Yuuno uttered, Genichi Hanyu's lips twitched. He finally understood where Yukino's overwhelming resentment and icy demeanor—that chilling gaze—came from!

"These people have all come to our house?"

Genichi Hanyu found it hard to believe.

"They came knocking on our door!"

Yukinoshita Haruno rolled her eyes.

"Invitations to banquets, afternoon teas, and art exhibitions came flying at Yukino like snowflakes, specifically inviting Mrs. Yuzuru to grace her with her presence, implying that they wanted her to help introduce them."

"Some people even bypassed Yukino and tried to get through to me, their older sister, by giving me so many gifts that I almost ran out of space to put them!"

She walked over to Genichi Hanyu, nudged him gently with her elbow, and said with a mischievous smile, "You didn't see it, did you? Our Yukino-chan's face has been as black as the bottom of a pot lately."

“Every time I receive those invitations, or see those girls dressed up and staring at my photos with their eyes glued to my door, the atmosphere around me is so tense that I have to avoid them.”

"Tell me, if she doesn't vent her anger on you, the one who started this womanizing spree, who else could she vent it on?"

Yuzuru was momentarily speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

That's it!

While he was fighting to the death in another world, his backyard almost caught fire because of his soaring status!

Given Yukino Yukinoshita's personality, it's already a miracle she didn't freeze him into an ice sculpture when faced with this situation of being surrounded by wolves!

He rubbed his temples helplessly: "Yang Nai, don't add fuel to the fire. I have absolutely no interest in those gifts."

"I knew."

Yang said with a smile, but his eyes were as cunning as a fox's.