Chapter 31 - Confronting Voldemort
Voldemort couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone and was now very anxious. He knew if there was anyone Dumbledore would allow to take the stone, it would be Harry.
So, on Voldemort's command, Quirrell hurried towards Harry. But out of nowhere, a leg appeared. Quirrell fell face-first on the step next to Harry. A dreadful scream echoed, expressing the agony of his shattered face.
"AAAAAA, HOW PAINFUL! WHO, WHERE ARE YOU, BASTARD, COME OUT, I'LL KILL YOU!"
Quirrell, trying to stand up with one hand covering his face, screamed in agony.
Then applause rang out. The rhythmic claps gradually approached Harry and Quirrell until they clearly saw the source of the sound.
"Asmodeus!" Harry exclaimed joyfully.
"Mr. Morningstar..." Quirrell and Voldemort whispered quietly.
"Yes, it's me. Hello, Harry," he said, nodding gently to Harry.
"Quite a show you've put on, Mr. Voldemort," he said with a touch of sarcasm.
"Asmodeus Noren Morningstar, I noticed you during the sorting, and how you dealt with the troll intrigued me. Achieving such results with ordinary fire, I was very surprised."
"Oh, thank you for your praise, Mr. Voldemort."
"Kid, I see potential and strength in you. If you want to join me, I'll be happy to welcome you."
"To join you? In your current state?" Asmodeus smirked.
"It's temporary! Once I get the Philosopher's Stone... I'll regain my body and kill Dumbledore!"
"Forgive me, Mr. Dark Lord, but I don't like your idea of purity. So, I'll have to interfere."
"How unfortunate that, in that case, you'll have to die," Voldemort said with a disappointed expression.
"AVADA KEDAVRAAAA!"
"Fiendfyre," Asmodeus quietly uttered.
He waved his hand, and it was the first time he cast a fire spell in this world. For someone like Asmodeus, who could use fire magic without wands and incantations, uttering a spell meant he was exerting himself to the fullest.
Before Asmodeus, a wall of burgundy-black flames appeared. Voldemort's spell evaporated instantly as it approached the wall.
"You, you're not a student!!! Where do you get such power?!" Voldemort shouted loudly.
"AVADA KEDAVRAAAA, AVADA, KEDAVRAAAA," he continued casting spells at Asmodeus. But no matter how hard he tried, before the spell could touch Asmodeus, the green color vanished in black flames.
Voldemort simply couldn't believe it. Even though he was weakened and using Quirrell's body, he was much stronger than Quirrell in this state. This method of blocking his spells was inaccessible to anyone in the world. Because to suppress his spell in this way... it meant Asmodeus had more mana at his disposal.
"No, no, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! EVEN DUMBLEDORE DOESN'T HAVE SO MUCH MAGICAL POWER. Why can you use so much mana?!"
Voldemort roared in rage and disbelief. To reach a level where he could compete with Dumbledore, Voldemort underwent numerous body modifications and turned into a faceless monster. But now, In front of him stood a 13-14-year-old boy who overwhelmed him in terms of pure magic power.
"Alright, time to finish this," Asmodeus said effortlessly, as if the battle with Voldemort hadn't drained him at all. Managing the shield of fire with his left hand, Asmodeus raised his right hand towards where Voldemort stood and said, "Mr. Dark Lord, try my enhanced fire-summoning spell - 'Incendio diábolico!'"
From Asmodeus's hand, a blood-red flame erupted, which literally vaporized Quirrell's body in seconds. Even one of the columns behind him melted, and it was made of stone.
"Harry, help me!" Asmodeus shouted towards him. "Use any spell you know!"
Harry, who already saw that there was nothing left of Quirrell and Voldemort but ashes, didn't understand why he needed to do anything. Still, he obeyed this pyromancer Ravenclaw student.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it to where Quirrell used to stand. He shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" It was the only spell he knew at the moment, thanks to Professor Flitwick. What do you expect from him? Events accelerated due to Asmodeus. Instead of a year of preparation, Harry had only five months.
But when Harry thought the spell he learned was useless in this situation, he realized there was something wrong with his wand. He clearly felt that the wand was extracting something from his body and collecting it at the tip. Before he could react, blue flames erupted from his wand. To his surprise, he saw a mist gathering and forming a figure in the place where he directed the fire.
"You can't kill me...."
"Aaaah, what the hell, I'm on fire! No, no, nooooo!"
After a while Voldemort's voice finally fell silent. However, Asmodeus didn't stop there. He approached Harry and said, "Harry, get ready to cast that spell again." Harry nodded, realizing that something was off with Voldemort's condition, and he wouldn't simply die like that.
While Harry contemplated, Asmodeus pulled out his "Newt's briefcase" from his pocket and spilled all the Horcruxes out.
"Harry, burn them!"
"Hmm, Wingardium Leviosa!"
Furious screams erupted from the pile of items, but they quickly subsided.
"Now, Harry, you'll feel a bit strange, but as soon as you can, return to your body and use this magic on him again!"
As Harry heard Asmodeus's words, there were only three question marks in his head, "???" Return to his body? What the hell does that mean? However, before he could ask, he felt someone push him in the chest.
"Eh, aaaa, I'm a ghost! I'm dead!!! No, stop, wait, is that what he meant by returning to the body? But who's the second one he mentioned..." he pondered, but continued his subconscious movement toward his body.
Back in his body, he heard Asmodeus shout, "Come on, Harry, he's right behind you!" Harry turned around and saw something in between himself and Voldemort. More precisely, half of this creature's face resembled Voldemort, and the other half was like his own.
Without hesitation, he shouted again, "Wingardium Leviosa," and the flames consumed the last horcrux.
"No, no, I can't die like this!! No...aaa..."
As the horcrux ,which shared a body with Harry, disappeared, Harry lost consciousness. Asmodeus supported him to prevent him from hitting his head on the floor and gently laid him down.
"Ha, I was right, he didn't manage to make the last horcrux," he muttered as he saw the system panel before his eyes.
"Ding, task series, kill Voldemort."
"Ding, each horcrux destroyed rewards 1000 points. When the system confirms Voldemort's complete death, a separate reward of 10000 points will be available."
Asmodeus received a reward of 7000 points for all the horcruxes destroyed, plus 10000 for completing the task of killing Voldemort.
Joyfully humming, Asmodeus lifted Harry with his favorite spell, as he understood, "Wingardium Leviosa," and headed towards the school nurse.
But as he was about to leave the room, he stopped and returned to where Harry had lain earlier. He looked around and spotted the wand lying near the steps.
"There you are. It would be a shame to lose you," he said, picking up the wand.
You know, he, Nico, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore had worked on making this wand together for almost three weeks. It can only cast one spell and extracts Mana from the user.
This enhanced flame spell was developed by him and Grindelwald together. It combines the heat of Asmodeus's fire and the malleability of Grindelwald's fire, and it can also burn souls. That's why a few hours ago, Asmodeus switched Harry's wand with this one.
Putting the wand in his pocket, Asmodeus took out Harry's original wand from his suitcase. He placed it in Potter's pocket and continued on his way. He decided he would look into the mirror later when he had the time.
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