Return to the Wizarding World

Seeing its claws effortlessly severed by that sword, Echidna immediately panicked.

What good luck? What changed fate? It was still an unlucky demon.

Damn it. It had clearly come to Earth. As long as it could develop for a short time, it would be able to gain immense power by devouring souls. Why had it run into these two damned human mages?

Echidna immediately changed its mind, abandoning any attempt to kill the two mysterious mages and trying to flee. But it did not know this was the Mirror Dimension. There was no way it could escape!

After severing Echidna's claws, Harry grew even more excited. A faint red glimmer appeared in his eyes—the sign of Magic Power being pushed to its limit.

The Magic Power within him was inexhaustible. He formed another Sword of Vishanti and charged at Echidna.

Though he also knew defensive magic, such as the common Raggadorr's Ring of Red, he did not like using it.

He loved a line he had once stumbled across in an ancient tome: Offense is the best defense!

One side burned with the desire to fight, while the other only wanted to flee. With a gap in strength already present, Harry had hacked Echidna until it was covered in wounds within minutes.

Finally dispersing the Sword of Vishanti embedded in Echidna's skull, Harry let out a refreshed sigh.

Greater Demons aren't that strong after all. If I used something like the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, I could fight a whole crowd of Greater Demons for an entire day!

Seeing Harry so easily kill a Greater Demon, Wong's expression was complicated. Back then, it had taken him more than ten years of study to reach that level, while Harry had only studied for two and a half years, aside from the five years spent calming the unimaginably powerful Magic Power within his body.

But unlike Kaecilius, Wong was not narrow-minded. He would not grow jealous because Harry had earned the Supreme Mage's favor, nor would he resent Harry for growing too quickly.

He was simply sincerely happy for Harry.

Wong patted Harry on the shoulder, and a genuine smile squeezed onto his fleshy face. "Well done, Harry!"

After dealing with the demon, they used a portal to return to Kamar-Taj and report to the Supreme Mage.

They left behind only a few occult enthusiasts, frozen with fright and questioning reality.

After returning to Kamar-Taj, the Supreme Mage praised Harry and believed he could begin learning more powerful magic.

The Supreme Mage also said that Harry now possessed enough knowledge to create his own spells. After all, even if magic requiring the power of specific dimensions could be modified for Harry's use, it would never display the true power of Chaos Magic.

Harry took the Supreme Mage's words to heart, and he already had an answer.

With Magic Power reinforcing his brain, Harry's memory was astonishing.

He could even vaguely remember seeing a green beam of light as a child. That beam seemed to possess extraordinarily powerful force.

After constant experimentation, he would soon be able to use the magic that produced that green beam!

Hmm, what should I call this spell?

Avada Kedavra. Yes, that's it!

Harry had long mastered the portal spell, but Chaos Magic was somewhat unstable, so his portals could not remain stable either.

Sometimes, with a fluctuation in Chaos Magic, a portal would immediately lose control and close.

To avoid being killed by his own magic, Harry rarely used portals. Most of the time, he traveled on foot.

When he returned to 20 Ingram Street in Queens, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and Peter were all asleep.

Naturally, Harry did not disturb them. He leaped straight up to the second floor, opened the window, and prepared to climb inside.

But just as he entered through the window, his vision suddenly brightened.

The surroundings abruptly changed from night to day, and from his spacious bedroom to a narrow hallway.

Even after more than seven years, Harry still remembered this hallway.

This is... Uncle Vernon's hallway!

He was back!

Harry lowered his head to inspect his body. He was wearing a worn, loose gray T-shirt. He remembered it was clothing Dudley had discarded not long ago.

Because Dudley was so fat, the T-shirt hung on Harry like a dress.

Harry suddenly noticed his hands. To his shock, he realized his body had returned to how it had looked when he was eleven.

Back then, he had been small and thin, only around 1.2 meters tall, frail and weak—completely different from the handsome, dashing appearance he had seven years later.

Upon realizing this, Harry was utterly terrified. Could everything before have been a dream?

No, please!

Uncle Ben, Aunt May, Peter, the Supreme Mage, Wong, Gwen...

Every one of them was immensely important to him. He did not want to lose a single one!

Then Harry thought of something. He immediately drew Runic Glyphs as the Supreme Mage had taught him. As a golden Rune Matrix emerged, he once again drew the Sword of Vishanti from within it!

Harry let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Thank goodness. It wasn't a dream!

As long as it had not been a dream, he had a chance to return to that world again. Perhaps he merely needed some time.

At that moment, Aunt Petunia's shrill voice sounded from the kitchen nearby:

"You're here, our little birthday boy. Happy birthday, son!"

A brilliant smile spread across Harry's lips. It had been a long time since he had seen the dear Dursley family.

He had missed them to death!

He sensed the Magic Power within his body. It was still as vast and boundless as it had been in that world, infinite and inexhaustible. The only difference was that, perhaps due to the difference between worlds, he could draw upon less of it.

Perhaps only thirty percent?

But even so, it was enough. And it was not without benefits—his Magic Power seemed more stable in this world!

Harry removed his glasses. Brilliant gold appeared in his eyes, and once the golden glow faded, his eyesight returned to perfect clarity.

Using Magic Power to reinforce his body was the best way to use Chaos Magic besides telekinesis.

He would use Magic Power to reinforce his body at every moment, restoring this world's frail body to health as quickly as possible.

Harry was not used to this weak body. As for the small amount of Magic Power it consumed, it did not even amount to a drop in the ocean compared to his total reserves.

Pushing open the filthy door, he entered the kitchen. Aunt Petunia was giving birthday wishes to Dudley's pig-like head.

Aunt Petunia's expression was gentle at the moment, and she looked exceptionally kind. Her attitude toward Dudley had once been what Harry envied most about him, but Harry no longer envied him at all.

He had that kind of affection too. He was loved and cared for as well!

The moment Aunt Petunia saw Harry enter, her face immediately changed. She snapped viciously:

"Hurry up and make breakfast properly! Don't burn anything!"

But to the Dursley family's surprise, Harry acted as if he had not heard her. He slowly walked over to the table, sat beside Vernon, picked up a drink from the table, poured himself a glass, and drank it with satisfaction.