Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 236 Voldemort's Secret Connection to the Law of Balance

Chapter 236 Voldemort's Secret Connection to the Law of Balance

Picking up where we left off, Harry suddenly realized Andros's background and was startled, thinking to himself:

This Voldemort is truly wicked! Not only can he recreate living beings and reshape their forms, but he can even pull ancient people from their graves thousands of years ago!

He put the Chocolate Frog card back on, recited Andros's words carefully for a while, then calmed himself and shouted, "You lad! I've long heard you're a renowned hero from ancient Greece, a legendary figure in the magical world!"

"How could such a upright and honorable man like you become Voldemort's lackey, at his beck and call!"

The sound was like striking a bell, but it vanished without a trace.

Andros's dough remained motionless and silent, only unleashing spells upon it.

The cursed light burst forth, sometimes blue, sometimes purple, as dense as a sudden rain of locusts, aimed directly at Harry's face.

Harry struggled to defend himself, unleashing a barrage of curses from the tip of his wand. The curses crackled and popped in mid-air, sending leaves rustling down from the trees.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, Andros suddenly used a strange trick. The curse coiled around Harry like a black python, firmly hindering his steps.

In that instant, when he looked up again, Voldemort had vanished without a trace.

Harry's teeth chattered, his eyes blazing with fury, and he cursed, "Damn it! Those little birds slipped away again!"

An inexplicable rage surged within him, but Andros, oblivious to the danger, continued to cast spells to take Harry's head.

These curses struck head-on, like igniting a fuse.

Harry was filled with rage and malice. He no longer cared whether the man was alive or dead, or what kind of chivalrous hero he used to be; he only wanted to kill him.

No sooner said than done, Harry leaped into the air, his figure blurring as he transformed into a mirage and vanished into the clouds.

He took another deep breath, and a hazy stream of breath shot down onto Andros's head, trapping him and his guardian spirit in a mirage of breath.

The ancient Greek man was blinded by the mirage, his eyes glazed over, and he stood there motionless.

Harry descended from the cloud and returned to human form.

He drew his wand and secretly activated the Fiery Spell, intending to burn his body to ashes.

Just as he was about to chant the incantation, he suddenly noticed that the arm guards on his wrists did not emit even the slightest bit of light.

It should be known that this arm guard is a magical weapon. It will sense any evil thoughts stirring around it and emit a bright light.

Seeing that he looked as dull as ever, Harry couldn't help but think to himself: Although Andros's moves are ruthless and he wants to take my life, his arm guards are not shiny at all.

Could it be that he had no ill intentions, but was simply powerless to control himself, like a puppet being driven by Voldemort?

Harry's mind raced in a flash. He abruptly put away his wand, bit his finger, pulled out a yellow talisman from his pocket, and wrote a summoning order on the blood from his fingertip. He then read aloud, "Wandering soul, where do you linger? In the wilderness, in temples and forests—"

Harry chanted incantations and continued writing, producing runeheads and runes in no time.

Just as the imperial edict was being written down with the name "Andros," the incantation was being chanted: "By order of the Supreme Lord Laozi, may this decree be issued immediately!"

After that shout, the yellow talisman burned completely, and the blue smoke dissipated.

Harry focused his senses, but found that Andros's body was completely empty, without a trace of soul.

His heart sank, and he cursed inwardly: Damn it! He's a soulless, living dead!

The moment this thought arose, the arm guards on his wrist suddenly burst forth with light, illuminating his face.

Without hesitation, Harry used Apparition to dodge three feet to the side. Immediately afterward, a beam of emerald light shot past his back.

Without even turning around, one knows it must have been the work of Voldemort, who had returned.

Harry flew into a rage and cursed, "You damned murderer! I spared your life, yet you didn't even try to escape, daring to come back and provoke me!"

After drinking, he abandoned Andros, who was trapped in the illusion, and went straight after Voldemort.

Voldemort, seeing his sneak attack fail, quickly turned and fled in a whirlwind, but before escaping, he roared, "Don't use your eyes!"

As soon as the shout fell, Andros, who had been standing there in a daze, suddenly raised his hand and jabbed his two thumbs hard into his eye sockets.

With a muffled "plop," his eyeballs burst open like rotten persimmons, blood and turbid fluid splattering all over his face. Sticky bits of flesh and crystals clung to his fingernails, making all ten fingers a scarlet red.

Such ruthless self-mutilation was enough to make onlookers shudder, but Andros didn't utter a sound. He simply raised his bloodied face and ran after the remaining traces of magic.

Voldemort, having created a distance of several dozen feet, saw Andros coming to obstruct him and, feeling his life was safe, turned back and mocked, "I advise you to look behind you, Potter."

"There's a reason why Andros is called invincible."

Harry heard footsteps approaching closely behind him, but he didn't turn around. He just sneered, "You can't even protect yourself, yet you have the leisure to worry about others!"

After saying that, he reached out and tore off the pendant box from his neck, then threw it backward with all his might.

The pendant was still in mid-air when the box lid suddenly popped open on its own. A deafening roar resounded, and a gigantic azure-scaled dragon shot out of the box—it was Nagini!

The blind dragon stared intently, but saw no trace of its soul, and was momentarily stunned. Andros, unable to see clearly either, also stopped and hesitated.

One was biting wildly up and down, the other was shooting curses left and right, each minding their own business and not touching the other at all.

When Voldemort saw that Andros had been stopped, the sinister smile on his face suddenly froze. He clenched his teeth and forced all his magical power to flee.

Unfortunately, he had been entangled with Rowena and the other two for a long time, and had also suffered a fierce battle with Hermione, which had already depleted most of his magic power.

As he fled for his life, he gradually felt the emptiness within his body and the difficulty in sustaining his magical power.

He secretly used a dark magic spell, attempting to disintegrate his body into several wisps of black smoke to escape and find a place to reshape his body.

Suddenly, a "swish" sound was heard, and the ring knife had swept past without anyone noticing. Blood splattered, and Voldemort's four limbs were severed at the root, instantly turning him into a bald stick.

As soon as the severed limbs hit the ground, Harry's wand arrived, and he cast a Fiendfyre spell that burned the hands, feet, and wand together.

Flames shot up three feet high, and the stench of burning filled the air. In just a few breaths, it was reduced to several clumps of black ash.

Voldemort grunted and fell to the ground with a thud. His severed body rolled several times like a log, his face covered in dirt and mud, looking utterly pathetic.

Harry Apparated to Voldemort's side, laughing loudly, "You scoundrel! Why aren't you running anymore! I'd like to see how you manage to escape!"

Voldemort struggled in the mud for a while, but Harry didn't stop him at all.

He was about to cast a spell to reshape the body when he suddenly stopped, staring at the crown on Harry's head, and sneered, "Ravenclaw really spoils you."

"I've studied it for years, but I haven't discovered that this crown can replicate other people's magic."

When Harry realized that Voldemort had seen through his plan to steal magic, he pulled out another yellow talisman from his pocket to write another soul-binding order.

He muttered to himself, "My sister is willing to pass this crown to me, but won't leave it to you. Why don't you consider the reasons within your own family?"

Voldemort's expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly, "Do you think I need the pity of an old fogey?"

"Just you wait, Potter. Every time you kill me, it makes me stronger."

See you next time.

After saying that, his eyes suddenly dimmed, like two oil lamps blown out by the wind.

One of the torsos also lost its vitality, drying and disintegrating from the wound, turning into a pool of black ash, mixed with mud and scattered in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, in the old Gaunt house, a thousand miles away, covered in dust and with cobwebs hanging from the beams, a soft "click" was suddenly heard.

In the corner of the main room, a rotten wooden drawer slid open by itself, revealing a black stone ring inside that emitted a faint bluish light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and a thick, inky black smoke billowed out from the ring face, swirling and condensing in mid-air, gradually forming a human shape.

With a cracking sound, Voldemort stood naked on the ground again, his skin as pale as a corpse, his chest still heaving.

As soon as he donned the black robe, a dozen or so explosions and piercing sounds suddenly erupted from the room. It turned out that Bellatrix had led a group of Death Eaters in using teleportation.

Bella glanced up and saw Voldemort's weakened state, her eyes widening in horror. She rushed forward, crying out, "Master! You—"

Voldemort slightly raised his withered hand, stopping her from speaking.

He glanced at the crowd crawling inside, seeing that there were only twenty or thirty of them, and said, "Are you the only ones who survived Hogwarts?"

Upon hearing this, none of the Death Eaters dared to respond, and they all lowered their heads.

Voldemort snorted and then asked, "Where is that Mudblood named Hermione Granger?"

The Death Eaters trembled, falling silent in fear. Bella, her face burning as if scorched by fire, suddenly raised her head, gritting her teeth, and said, "I assure you, Master!"

"I will definitely bring that little bastard's head back!"

Voldemort seemed not to hear, but slowly stroked the black stone embedded in his ring, and said thoughtfully, "Interesting, you've been played like dogs by her—it seems this little Mudblood is hiding quite a few secrets—"

After a long while, Voldemort suddenly stood up, walked barefoot through the accumulated dust, and headed straight for the colossal portrait of Gaunt on the west wall.

He simply touched the frame, and the person in the painting stiffly turned around and headed towards a stone path in the depths of the painting.

As his figure disappeared into the shadows within the painting, a sudden "click" was heard as the entire portrait sprang outwards by half a foot, revealing a three-foot square niche behind the wall.

Inside, a dense, dark mass of hundreds of small, sparkling glass bottles contained strands of hair of various colors.

Voldemort, without turning his head, spread his hands lazily and said, "Bring me a wand."

Bella hurriedly stepped forward, took her wand with both hands, and placed it tremblingly in Voldemort's hands.

Voldemort tightened his grip on the wand, his arm veins bulging, and suddenly swung it with all his might.

But then a series of crisp "clang" sounds rang out, and all the hundred or so glass bottle stoppers in the niche popped open at once.

A single strand of hair emerged from each bottle, initially as thin as wisps of smoke, drifting aimlessly in mid-air. In an instant, it twisted and expanded like a living thing, the strands intertwining and spreading, gradually transforming into a head, limbs, and internal organs.

In just a few breaths, they landed as adults, all looking like the Death Eaters who had died at Hogwarts.

As soon as the group stood still, they were momentarily stunned and bewildered. But when they saw Voldemort's face clearly, they were overjoyed and knelt down in a dark mass, kowtowing repeatedly and shouting incoherently.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you for your blessing, Master!"

"I'm willing to die for my master again, no, countless times!"

Voldemort glanced at the naked figures kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with disgust. He simply waved his hand and said, "That's enough. Go find some clothes and put them on."

Having said that, he turned around abruptly and strode out of the hall.

Seeing this, Bella quickly followed, bowing respectfully and asking, "Master, where are we going next?"

"Ah, let me think, what country's Ministry of Magic is worse than Britain's?"

"Forget it, let's go to Poland."

Meanwhile, Harry, seeing Voldemort abandon his physical body and escape again, was so angry that his steel teeth chattered.

He immediately sheathed his dagger, turned around, and strode off to find Nagini.

Not long after they arrived, Andros was found lying stiff on the ground, completely lifeless.

Nagini was squatting beside the corpse, holding a dry twig in his hand, and carefully poking the body a few times.

Suddenly he looked up and saw Harry returning, so he quickly threw down the branch to greet him, saying, "Harry."

"I don't know why he suddenly died. In that instant, it was as if he had lost control."

Harry understood immediately after hearing this.

It must be that Voldemort abandoned his physical body and fled, and Andros, having lost his master's control, turned into a lump of dead flesh.

He cupped his hands to Nagini and said, "Thanks to your help today, sister. Although you managed to seduce Voldemort's soul, you destroyed his body and weakened his demonic power. So it wasn't a complete loss."

Nagini smiled faintly, shook her head without saying a word, and strode forward, picking up the locket and carefully fastening it back around Harry's neck.

"There's no need for thanks between us."

After speaking, his figure blurred and transformed into a blue light, disappearing into the box, leaving only the lid to click shut.

After giving Nagini away, Harry drew his wand again and pointed it at Andros's corpse. Fiendfire erupted and instantly engulfed the body.

He also thought of Voldemort's unpredictable dark magic, which could bring even a shred of flesh or a drop of saliva back to life, so he decided to burn the surrounding forests for miles around to prevent future trouble.

Flames soared into the sky, black smoke obscured the sun, and after a while, the area was burned to a white wasteland.

After he finished, he moved with a flick of his body and used his teleportation ability to head straight towards Hogwarts Castle.

During the flight, Harry suddenly spoke up: "Back at Riddle House, my brother said that those who come back from the dead will be punished by the Law of Balance. That was just a pretext he made up."

Salazar, nestled in his arms, said, "Do you think that simply being able to resurrect the dead makes it a Deathly Hallow?"

Harry's brow furrowed even more deeply upon hearing this. "Just now, as I rushed to the castle, I saw Voldemort, that bastard, re-mold the flesh of his dead Death Eaters, bringing them back to life, only a mile away!"

"Why hasn't even a single bolt of lightning struck? Is that damned law of equilibrium asleep or blind?!"

"I'm not a prophet, how could I know everything?" Salazar calmly muttered, then sighed, a rare occurrence, and said, "But let's look on the bright side. Perhaps Voldemort has simply found a way to circumvent the law of equilibrium."

Harry was taken aback. "If this is the case when we think about things from a positive perspective, what about from a more extreme perspective?"

"Hmm—all we can say is that his relationship with the law of equilibrium is extremely close, so close that we can't even imagine it."

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