Chapter 377 |
High above the Quidditch pitch, Harry was in life-threatening danger due to an abnormality with his magical broomstick.
On the ground, Ron noticed Snape casting a spell and tried to “rescue” his friend.
But before he could get close to Snape, a spell sounded behind him.
“Disarm your weapon!”
The unusual noise attracted everyone around.
Then they saw Draco Malfoy standing next to Quirrell—though no one knew when he had appeared.
Quirrell’s wand flew out of his hand, and he toppled back in his seat.
Malfoy’s wand was aimed directly at him.
“Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing?” Snape, now having stopped countering spells since Harry seemed to have recovered in the sky, turned and immediately questioned Draco’s actions.
“Doing the same thing as me?” Snape was momentarily stunned, then he seemed to realize something and shot a stern look at Quirrell. “Is it you?”
“N-no...I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Malfoy. How could you attack me...” Quirrell stammered, tearfully pleading.
“Don’t pretend, Professor Quirrell—or should I say...Voldemort!” Draco sneered, loudly speaking the name that countless people feared under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
“Draco, are you insane? This is Professor Quirrell!” Ron immediately spoke up to defend Quirrell.
“Idiot, he nearly killed Harry just now!” Draco glanced disdainfully at him.
Draco’s words instantly caused a stir among the crowd.
“You’re the idiot. The one trying to kill Harry is clearly Snape!” Provoked, Ron foolishly shouted out his suspicion of Snape.
“Look, Professor Snape, the Gryffindor fool thinks that of you. Don’t you care at all?” Draco chuckled at Snape’s reaction.
“Ignore them. Right now, it’s your problem...You say Quirrell tried to kill Harry and accuse him of being Voldemort. Do you have any evidence? Know that falsely accusing a professor is a serious offense!” Snape said sternly.
“That’s right, Mr. Malfoy. The school isn’t a place for you to act recklessly!” At this moment, Professor McGonagall and the heads of two other houses also came over.
“Evidence? Simple...” Malfoy smiled lightly and waved his wand at Quirrell, but without uttering a spell, he sent out a magical attack.
No one reacted in time to Malfoy’s sudden move, not even the Voldemort hidden within Quirrell.
Everyone saw the magic strike Quirrell’s turban.
Then the turban disintegrated like weathered stone, turning to dust that drifted away with the wind.
This astonishing magic left even the heads of houses in awe—it was normal because Malfoy wasn’t using the magic of this world but rather magic from the Marvel Universe he had obtained from Josh.
It must be said, the combination of Marvel Universe magic with Harry Potter’s magic and Azeroth’s magic created an extremely strange reaction.
Now Draco didn’t even need to speak spells to cast them; just waving his wand and focusing his mind made magic manifest.
This was far superior to silent casting.
While most were shocked by Draco’s strange magic, many young wizards hiding behind Quirrell suddenly screamed, pointing at the back of Quirrell’s head where the turban no longer hid it!
Because on Quirrell’s bald scalp, there was clearly a face.
“You little bastard of the Malfoy family, how dare you offend me? You and your family will die without a grave!” Quirrell’s head twisted 180 degrees sharply, and Voldemort’s face glared fiercely at Draco, cursing.
Seeing this face, the expressions of the heads of houses instantly changed, and their wands appeared in their hands.
Though the face looked distorted, they were certain—this was Voldemort without a doubt.
Draco was telling the truth; Quirrell really was Voldemort.
“Idiot...a parasite dares to speak arrogantly. You’re the one who should die...Voidstorm!” Draco sneered and flicked his wand, unleashing a powerful storm of energy around Quirrell.
This was a devastating killing move from an Arcane Mage of the Azeroth universe—Voidstorm.
“What magic is this? Damn it, I will kill you, I will definitely kill you...” The energy storm pushed everyone back, even the heads of houses could not stand firm, but Voldemort at the core found he could not escape the energy’s encirclement and could only watch helplessly as it gradually dissolved his current body with furious rage.
“Heh...I don’t think you have that chance!” Draco sneered.
“Good... good... I will come back...” Seeing his body beyond saving, Voldemort decisively chose to give up and his soul transformed into a black mist attempting to flee.
“Heh heh, still trying to run? Come here...Arcane Cage!” Draco smirked and waved his wand, instantly creating a massive arcane energy cage shaped like a box that trapped Voldemort’s soul inside.
Voldemort’s soul scrambled but found it could not escape—jokingly, in Azeroth, even lord-level void creatures cannot escape the Arcane Cage, let alone a mere Voldemort’s soul.
Eventually, the Arcane Cage shrank to the size of a lantern and fell into Draco’s hand.
At that moment, the Voidstorm energy finally ceased.
As for Quirrell’s body, it had long since been shattered to dust with no remains.
“Mr. Malfoy...your power...” Snape squinted, watching Draco warily.
“Professor Snape, this is my private matter, but rest assured, I will not do anything illegal or against school rules...I want to kill Dark Wizards and challenge Voldemort—surely that doesn’t violate school regulations or the law?” Draco smiled slightly.
“Of course not, Mr. Malfoy. In fact, your feat today will be recorded in the school’s history and even the history of magic...But before that, I think we need to talk...I’ve already informed Professor Dumbledore!” Professor McGonagall stepped forward, looking at Draco with the gaze one uses to appraise a rare treasure.
Though McGonagall was the head of Gryffindor, she was also Deputy Headmistress—and would be the future Headmistress—so she held no bias toward other houses.
The power Draco displayed and his achievement in defeating and capturing Voldemort certainly earned her attention.
“Alright, Professor!” Draco did not refuse. With Josh backing him, he had no fear even if he fought the entire wizarding world alone; professors posed no threat.
Moreover, the Malfoy family itself has huge influence in the magical world.
Ron and Harry were dumbfounded, staring at everything happening, completely losing the ability to think.
The one who wanted to kill Harry wasn’t Snape, whom they had always suspected, but the pitiful-looking Quirrell? Or Quirrell was Voldemort?
This answer was very upsetting for the two who had always doubted Snape.
But what was even more upsetting was that Malfoy, whom they always looked down upon and despised, had actually become the hero who defeated Voldemort—and the power he showed was terrifying.
If that spell called Voidstorm was cast on them…the two kids involuntarily shuddered.
As for Hermione? Having already overturned her prejudice against Draco, her eyes looking at Draco now were full of admiration.
Just as Draco was about to follow a few professors to the headmaster’s office, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a dazed Ron, which reminded him of something, so he walked over.
“What do you want to do…you can’t hit me…you promised the professors you wouldn’t break school rules or the law!” Ron saw Draco approaching and immediately took several steps back like he was frightened.
“I don’t have a habit of bullying idiots…bring out your rat!” Draco rolled his eyes, already completely uninterested in this fool; they were on completely different levels now.
However, a few professors still misunderstood him and thought he was going to bully Ron, but with Draco’s displayed power, they couldn’t scold him as professors…otherwise one Voidstorm and they really couldn’t handle it.
So Professor McGonagall had to come forward to protect her house’s student, saying, “Mr. Malfoy, what do you want with Mr. Weasley’s pet?”
“That’s not a pet, that’s an Animagus!” Draco didn’t bother to beat around the bush and directly told the truth.
Animagus?
Just as the professors were still confused, Ron’s rat suddenly jumped out of his pocket and frantically ran into the crowd of students trying to escape.
“Trying to run away?” Draco snorted coldly, waved his wand, and a mage’s hand formed of arcane energy descended from above, grabbing the escaping rat.
“Appear, Peter Pettigrew!” Just as everyone was amazed by the magic’s wonder, Draco waved his hand again, and a blast of energy struck the rat in the mage’s hand.
Then everyone saw the rat begin to constantly change.
Finally, it transformed into an ugly, short human.
Was that really Peter Pettigrew???
The students present naturally did not recognize the person.
But which professor didn’t recognize this guy who was once a member of Harry’s father’s small team?
But hadn’t he died?