Two Transcendents About to Be Born

("I can only say that Krum is absolutely right," Basil said, not giving a direct answer. "Sometimes knowing too much can actually hinder your actions.")

("Harry is a good guy, Voldemort is a bad guy?" Hermione realized instantly.)

(So, if Harry hadn't been curious enough to listen to Snape's ramblings and had instead killed Voldemort based on stereotypes, would the world crisis Basil spoke of have simply disappeared?)

("What?" Harry was speechless.)

(His physical form is equivalent to himself.)

(He roughly understood his own thoughts: since the struggles in this world were bloodless, he chose to wait until the conflict erupted before dealing with it, so as not to harm the innocent.)

('When did I become so nagging?')

(Is it because of the increase in power?)

(While Harry was somewhat speechless, he also felt a sense of awe at Basil's power to traverse the universe.)

(Because they were separated by a world, and despite his very close relationship with the avatar and his mastery of the [Dream Walking Technique], he was unable to transmit any information to the avatar in that world.)

(The only thing that can be done is to let the incarnation on the other side self-destruct, and then regenerate within his own Lesser Universe, carrying the information with it.)

(But Basil could broadcast live, projecting his paintings onto the sky, like Behind-the-Scenes God.)

Just as Harry himself had thought, the incarnation of Harry chose to temporarily slack off and go shopping.

He cast aside all his worries and devoted himself entirely to his journey in another world.

Once his attention shifted from the wanted poster, everything around him felt both familiar and new.

A low, soft whimpering sound came from a dimly lit shop. It was the Eeylops Owl Emporium, but the owls inside were all skin and bones, with Soul Fire burning in their eye sockets, showing no signs of life.

The Fantastic Beasts in the Magical Menagerie are slightly better, but they still look more like fur-covered, cotton-filled dolls with lifeless eyes, all under Stasis Charm, making them incredibly creepy.

The pedestrians on the road were all pale-skinned, not breathing, and had no heartbeat.

The magical items for sale are mostly bone artifacts, making one feel as if they have entered Knockturn Alley.

The pharmacy windows I passed were filled with the skeletons of various creatures, tanned furs, shriveled eyeballs, and nerve tissue.

A fat woman stood outside the pharmacy, and as he passed by, she shook her head and said, "Dragon bone, seventeen Sickle an ounce, they're insane."

The site that was originally Ms. Primpurnell's beauty and apothecary has been transformed into a boutique wizard guard shop.

But what was displayed in the shop window was not Dementor, but humans who looked more like living people than the pedestrians on the street, with blood and dressed in flamboyant clothes.

Harry stood there for a while before realizing that beneath the glamorous exterior lay the same nature as the Dementor.

Several bald wizards, with adult smiles, pointed Dotty at the 'humans' in the shop window.

One of them couldn't help but glance at the male doll, saying, "Compared to Barbie, I still prefer Ken."

Those around him cast approving glances his way.

Realizing that these raw materials were unrelated to humans, Harry had just abandoned his Killing Intent, felt as if he had swallowed a fly and hurriedly entered Flourish and Blotts.

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Geminio xn!

As Harry passed the bookshelf, he used the Permanent Duplication Charm to create a large number of copies of the books within his inner Lesser Universe.

Successfully getting a freebie made him feel much better as he left the bookstore.

"Is this Gringotts?" a foreign tourist asked.

Harry looked up and saw a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops.

The Goblin standing behind the Winky bronze doors were not as short as Harry remembered, but rather tall and incredibly robust.

It gives the impression that you could smash Draco's head with a single punch.

Harry wasn't too surprised. In this world, vampires, centaurs, Goblin, Giant, and other alien species were created specifically to target White Wizard and were modified to target Killer of Wizards immune to magic.

Therefore, physical abilities are more important than magical abilities.

Vampires are Swift as Lightning.

Centaurs are natural-born sharpshooters.

Giant possess immense strength.

Goblin are invulnerable.

However, his magical abilities were much weaker than Harry had realized.

As Harry thought this, his senses expanded outwards, reaching into the ground, to check if the Golden Cup was still there.

Location: Little Hangleton.

Riddle House.

Inside the courtyard, a huge stone crucible large enough for an adult to sit in floats a small gold cup with an exquisite handle in a deep purple liquid.

Amidst the crackling of flames leaping from beneath the crucible, a timid voice rang out.

"Master, you really want this? This is your Horcrux."

"What I want is my Horcrux." The bald, snake-faced man with a noseless face and pearly skin narrowed his scarlet snake eyes, his long fingers stroking the ring on his right ring finger. "I must first Beyonder Harry Potter to escape the cycle of life and death. Horcrux are now a burden."

If Harry could see this, he would probably only be briefly surprised.

Voldemort was a guy who always sought to be different in every way.

Before she even knew her father was Muggle, she wanted to give herself a unique name because her name was common.

In this magical society where everyone Horcrux, he would naturally feel disgusted that he also relies on Horcrux.

Furthermore, in this world, Horcrux are merely anchors that stabilize the soul in reality. Although they can grant immortality to some extent, they must be carried at all times.

Wizards are strange creatures of nature.

Wizards who create Horcrux are even more extraordinary among extraordinary beings.

If multiple wizards gather without a wizard to guard them, it will bring about the chasm of life and death.

A wizard who creates Horcrux Horcrux doesn't have it with him will be hunted by the undead, and even a wizard's guards cannot hide it.

If the physical body is destroyed and the fragmented soul is exposed without having the chance to retrieve the Soul Fragment from the Horcrux, it will fall into the gap between life and death and become a new undead.

In this case, the Horcrux becomes more like the original body.

The corpse-keeper's immortality was something Voldemort naturally disdained, given that he had better options.

"The Beyonder?" the rat-like man asked.

Voldemort snorted coldly, sensing the longing in his voice. "You think you're worthy to even dream of that? Only chosen ones like me and Harry Potter can even glimpse that realm."

"I'm so envious, Harry Potter."

"First, I was fortunate enough to be chosen by the White Wizard's curse."

"Shortly after birth, it killed its Blood Relative and successfully transformed."

"It is also nourished by the most powerful magical energy."

"In the end, he was brave enough to break the taboo of killing and become Killer of Wizards hated by everyone again."

"I'm far from that level."

"Just an unlucky but fortunate White Wizard."

"Fortunately, he killed his mother at birth, became a half- Killer of Wizards, gained the ability to disguise himself, and escaped the fate of entering Azkaban."

"Unfortunately, along with inheriting the ability to disguise myself, I also inherited a half-baked instinct to kill wizards—I couldn't control it, and it even affected my learning of magic."

"After painstaking efforts and undergoing numerous magical Transfiguration that felt like peeling away bones and skin, and splitting the soul multiple times, the essence of the White Wizard was finally removed, the mind became clear, and he became a true black wizard."

But fate has always been on my side.

"I discovered the signs of another true Killer of Wizards's birth, and I personally witnessed his transformation and shared the love that came from his mother."

"Although the body disintegrates, the soul is even worse than the lowest ghost because it created seven Horcrux. Even the undead look down on it and disdain to hunt it down."

"But I have finally found the key to transcend the cycle of life and death."

"Do not fear the pursuit of the dead, do not abandon desires, live like a saint, just so that one day you can break out of the Kingdom of the Dead and become Living Spirit."

"Only black that can penetrate white is true black."

"Only those who simultaneously grasp the essence of White Wizard and construct a spiral of life and death can become Beyonder."

"So."

Inside the stone crucible, the gold cup had lost its luster, resembling a piece of black iron.

One of the ghostly figures, a man with gray hair, raised his head and cried out, "No—"

"Come back, I am the White Wizard."

A Jin Guang flashed from the black stone set in the ring on Voldemort's ring finger.

The ghostly figure let out a shrill scream, turned to ashes, and disappeared into Voldemort's body.

"Forehead--"

Voldemort pressed his arms against the scalding cauldron, his face contorted, and a few stubble appeared on his smooth skull.

When he looked up again, his vertical pupils had turned into ovals.

It still doesn't have a nose, but it's starting to protrude a little.

"Next."

Voldemort was panting heavily.

The rat-faced man tossed another Scabbers Diadem into the crucible.

"No Horcrux." Harry withdrew his senses.

Could it be that Voldemort didn't use the relics of the Four Founders to create Horcrux?

That's right, in this world, Horcrux must be carried at all times.

Therefore, most of them are accessories such as earrings, necklaces, and bracelets, with only a few choosing wands in pursuit of maximizing magical power.

The Diary, Diadem, ring, locket, Nagini, and golden cup contain only the ring and locket for easy carrying.

In this world, White Harry is probably not Horcrux either.

——

"Harry, Harry!"

White Harry felt a shoving motion on his body.

"What's wrong?"

White Harry struggled to his feet, and what came into view was Ron's large face and Hermione's dark face.

"You're having a nightmare," Ron said worriedly.

"You keep saying 'I don't want to' and 'Don't force me.'" Dark Hermione's eyes were also filled with worry. "You dreamed about that day again."

"That day." White Harry lowered his crimson eyes.

——

"Harry, have you ever considered the possibility that the Kingdom of the Dead itself is a chaotic and enormous life form?"

"The Grim Reaper in Poet Bidou, the Deathly Hallows, really exist."

"The Resurrection Stone has disappeared; someone got here before us! This mark... this ring! This is why Voldemort survived his second death! That ring isn't his Horcrux; it's Deathly Hallows!"

"His soul... He must have created multiple Horcrux, and those Horcrux weren't with him to begin with! It's the Resurrection Stone!"

"I have seen the end of humanity and the end of wizards!"

"Voldemort stood atop countless corpses, and countless undead bowed their heads."

"Only you, only the most special you, can defeat him."

"You must surpass Killer of Wizards, don the Invisibility Cloak, wield the Rod of Destiny, and sever immortality!"

You must kill me!

"Become the Killer of Wizards again, Harry."

"Repeat after me Patronus Charm!"

——

"Patronus Charm."

White Harry stroked the wand made from his father's arm bone, a faint light flashing at its tip.

Patronus Charm.

The White Wizard's ultimate magic took the wizard's life.

It also took the lives of those closest to him who knew his identity as Killer of Wizards.

He was no longer a glorious dark wizard.

Instead, he was Killer of Wizards hated by everyone, even worse than White Wizard.

He can't forget it.

Sirius's disappointed eyes glistened with tears.

Professor McGonagall avoided her gaze.

The Killing Intent flashed in Neville's eyes.

Seamus's disdain.

These familiar faces no longer wear smiles; instead of outstretched hands, they shoot out cold, sharp swords conjured by Transfiguration, no longer the warm Avada.

Only Ron and Hermione, the girl far away in the Scottish Highlands, and the person who secretly delivered the Sword of Gryffindor to him still trusted him and treated him as before.

Seeing the two people looking at him with concern, White Harry felt a warmth in his heart.

How far are we from Nurmengard?

"About ten kilometers left," Hermione said.

Ten kilometers, excluding the area within one kilometer of Nurmengard where Apparition is not possible, that would only take about ten minutes.

"Do you think," White Harry asked worriedly, "Grindelwald really trusts me? Is he really willing to hand over the Rod of Destiny to me?"

"I mean, Dumbledore didn't even leave me any signals for him."

"He just told me to come find him."

"Because... it's not necessary." A voice filled with Killing Intent suddenly rang out outside the tent.

The tent turned to ashes, engulfed by blue flames.

Flames coalesced into a winged dragon that enveloped the entire mountain range, its scorching heat distorting the air.

At the center of the flames, a man with short white hair, heterochromatic blue and white eyes, and wearing a black trench coat was coldly watching the three of them.

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Hermione recognized the man in front of her.

"It's all a misunderstanding. Dumbledore sent us to find you," Ron said quickly.

"What do you mean by 'not needed'?" Harry asked.

"Didn't you notice?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "Your capacity is greater than that of any Killer of Wizards throughout history. Even though Albus died at your hands, you still haven't completed the transformation, which is why your hair has turned gray."

"You mean—" Harry's pupils contracted as a possibility flashed through them.

"I am the sacrifice chosen by you or Albus," Grindelwald said calmly. "Whether your words are true or false, you approaching while wearing the Invisibility Cloak will surely be detected by me, who possesses the Elder Wand."

"Whether Albus willingly or was forced to, I will want to kill you."

"Only one of us could survive from the beginning."

"Draw your sword, Harry Potter."

"Madman!" Harry's eyes reddened slightly.

"I've been insane for a long time," Grindelwald said calmly, "After I learned that Albus was no longer alive."