Wind Forged into Blades, the Magic Mirror Returns / The Holy Sword, Steelbreaker, Severs the Soul

You all really should take a good look and see who is the real fanatic, him or Albus Dumbledore.

"Hey kid, I'm praising you, why are you cursing me?" Scamander chuckled and continued to comfort him. "Anyway, that's just the kind of person Albus Dumbledore is. Even if you swear to him that you have absolutely no interest in ruling the Wizarding World, he'll still be very wary of you. Do you know how much effort he's put in to restrain himself from getting his hands on power? So he won't believe that someone as talented as him, or even more talented than him, can resist those temptations like he does."

"No... the problem is there's nothing particularly tempting about it." Harry spread his hands helplessly. "There are three thousand wizards in all of Britain, and tens of thousands in all of Europe. Why would I go through all this trouble just to rule over such a small number of people?"

Honestly, Harry now thinks these Dark Lords who want to rule the Wizarding World are all just bored out of their minds.

If Harry really wants to manage people, why doesn't he go back to China and take the exam to become a village official?

"There's nothing we can do. Albus Dumbledore might think more than you, but his perspective is definitely not as broad. After all... you have different experiences, so your insights are bound to be different as well."

Just because others don't understand Harry, does that mean Scamander doesn't understand?

He knew very well that, for Harry, Voldemort was always just a stepping stone that would inevitably be defeated.

That guy, aside from providing Harry with some challenges, couldn't cause any real trouble.

The problem is, other people don't think that way.

"Heh... Alright, I'm leaving." Harry got up and left listlessly, but when he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and added.

"From now on, if I ever bring up anything related to Albus Dumbledore with you again, I'll be your grandson!"

"What are you doing, grandson? Wouldn't that be a generational gap? But my grandson is out there helping you with your business right now. I'll definitely arrange for you two to meet when there's a chance~" Scamander chased after him with a grin, but his tone quickly turned serious.

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you beforehand... My family and I are perfectly capable of helping you fight Voldemort, but none of our resources will ever help you deal with Dumbledore! I hope you understand that. You are my friend, but Dumbledore is my teacher... Respect for one's teachers is something I learned when I was young!"

"Of course I understand, and you should know... I have no interest in wizards who rule the whole world, let alone Britain." Harry responded just as solemnly. "I can assure you, if the Order of the Phoenix tries to trip me up again, I might retaliate, but as long as Dumbledore doesn't break off relations first, I absolutely will not take action against him!"

Scamander was, after all, Harry's friend and had always helped him a great deal, so Harry was willing to make such a promise to him.

Harry also knew that even if these things weren't brought up now, Scamander would bring them up again later when his relationship with Albus Dumbledore soured, so it was better to say them sooner rather than later...

"Phew~"

After leaving the nursing home, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably much more at ease.

Perhaps it's because the repression that has been building up for so long has finally been completely resolved.

To be honest, he broke with Albus Dumbledore quite easily over the past month, but he was also genuinely upset about it behind the scenes.

But now, he has figured everything out.

Albus Dumbledore was that kind of person. If you were on his side, but not as good as him, you had to act according to his wishes. For example, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was basically absolutely obedient to Albus Dumbledore.

But if you want to prove you're stronger than him, you have to fight him head-on. However, even if you win, he might not be willing to help you; instead, he might think you could become the next Dark Lord.

To put it bluntly, if Harry were truly a clueless and naive girl, he might have happily let Albus Dumbledore arrange things for him... Unfortunately, Harry isn't.

He has his own path to follow, not the long-term stability that Albus Dumbledore hoped for, nor the rise of a demon king that the other side feared, but a completely different path!

Harry only needs to follow his own path and doesn't need to care about anything else!

In short, from that moment on, Harry completely understood Albus Dumbledore's perspective.

The benefit of this clarity is that, in a short period of time, his control over the wind element has reached a new level.

Even Andros' spirit, who temporarily acted as Harry's coach during the subsequent training, was stunned by Harry's sudden progress.

(P. S. I've been discussing Dumbledore a lot with friends in the group these past few days, and I've unconsciously written a lot of things down. But as a result, I probably won't need to write a long article about Albus Dumbledore's purpose and pursuits in the future—mainly the OOC version of Albus Dumbledore that I created.)

Sanmiao previously added some background information about the cursed child, and honestly, that stage play was absolutely awful. However, the cursed brat isn't the main point; the completely pure original world it relates to is what Sanmiao wants to address.

In the future, there will be a real Dumbledore in the original world, and his attitude towards the protagonist will definitely be different. Some readers have mentioned a happy ending for Dumbledore (not the Albus Dumbledore), which might be something to look forward to in that world. That's all~

Chapter 616 Condensing Wind into Blades, the Illusionary Mirror Returns

In the specially designated training area inside the suitcase, Harry suddenly raised his left arm and swiftly slashed forward with his fingers like a knife, actually severing a steel bar with a diameter of more than two centimeters!

This chop startled the spirit of Andros, who was temporarily acting as the coach, so much so that it almost flew out of the book.

"I never expected that in less than two months, you could hone the sharpness of the wind element to this extent. This has far exceeded Ravenclaw's requirements."

It wasn't just far beyond; Andros was utterly shocked!

Although Andros's own magical system was contrary to elemental magic, he had been exposed to it for some time and was no stranger to Harry's Elemental Power.

When Harry first grasped the wind element in Albania, his wind blades couldn't even cut through a thick tree trunk. But since the start of the school year, and especially during his recent training, his progress has been astonishing.

Even now, he can even cut through steel!

"So there are many benefits to understanding this. I understand a bit now. To fully control the power of wind, one's emotions must be completely free, without any suppression." Harry casually relaxed his arm. "Of course, if you were to actually use it in Limbo, its actual power would definitely not be as great as it is now."

To attach wind element to one's arm like a blade, and then swing that arm to unleash a powerful slash—this was the homework Rowena assigned to Harry.

She had previously told Harry that if he wanted to make himself into a perfect Horcrux, Harry would need to activate Voldemort's soul power appropriately. This so-called 'activation' actually meant that Harry would have to seize a fragment of Voldemort's soul.

The battles that take place in the Limbo cannot be aided by any external objects, so Harry cannot use either his wand or the Elemental Power within him.

He can't even use Obscurus... Rowena believes Harry's soul isn't strong enough right now. If he accidentally uses Obscurus in the Limbo, his soul would probably be shattered before he even hurts Voldemort.

Therefore, knowing that Harry's skill in Wandless Magic was far inferior to Voldemort's, the only option he could take was to defeat him by using his elemental manipulation abilities.

While he cannot use the Elemental Power fused within Harry, he can alter the battle scenes within the illusion, thereby creating natural elements that he can control out of thin air.

For example, when Voldemort was chasing him last time, he used the water flow from the women's Girls' Bathroom to create a water dragon to block Voldemort.

Therefore, this time, he could imagine the battlefield as a place filled with wind elements, and then gather the wind elements from the outside world to condense a wind blade on his arm to attack Voldemort!

Harry has been undergoing this training for nearly two months, and now they are finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

This perfectly met Harry's expectations; he had originally planned to complete the project before the other two schools arrived.

The arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will undoubtedly complicate matters further at the school; the Triwizard Tournament will certainly consume the attention of everyone at Hogwarts... and the enemy's plot could very well be launched at any time during the tournament.

If he successfully transforms himself into Horcrux before that, then his safety will no longer be an issue, and he can focus on protecting others.

"With such power, we should be able to injure Voldemort unexpectedly."

After carefully assessing the current sharpness of the wind element, Harry nodded in satisfaction. He casually slashed forward, and a clear scratch appeared on the ground...

"Uh..." After staring at the scratch for a long time, Harry suddenly froze on the spot for some reason.

"What happened?" Andros asked with concern upon seeing the situation.

"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered something unrelated... Also, maybe I should give this move a name~"

Harry had just suddenly thought of gathering wind element in his hands and then using a chop to strike... wasn't he just turning himself into a demon?

That's right, it's that guy from Saint Seiya~

"Haha, that's for sure!" Andros seemed to agree with Harry. "A good spell definitely needs a good name! Shouting out the name of a spell during a duel helps to get into the mood, and the spell's power will be enhanced accordingly. By the way, a big reason why my Patronus can be amplified to that extent is because I have a naturally loud voice..."

"Alright, alright, Mr. Andros, with your invincible loud voice, you can go and rest for now~"

Before Andros could finish recounting his 'glorious history,' Harry closed the strange book.

Honestly, they're not even talking about the same thing!

Can this thing I've honed myself truly be called magic?

"Norberta, Zouwu, keep an eye on me."

After carefully adjusting himself and confirming that he was in top condition, Harry called over his two companions from the suitcase, "If anything goes wrong later, you two work together to restrain me!"

"Waaah..."

Zouwu readily agreed to Harry's instructions, but Norberta seemed quite reluctant, his dragon eyes filled with worry.

Clearly, it didn't want Harry to take any risks.

"I have no choice; I'll have to handle this myself."

Harry patted the female Dragon's head to comfort her, then sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes as if in deep meditation.

Calmly clearing his mind, when Harry opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the Limbo, and once again saw the stunningly beautiful Rowena.

"Rowena ...uh..." Harry was about to greet her, but suddenly scratched his head.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?" Rowena raised her beautiful eyebrows in confusion.

"I just suddenly realized that this seems to be the first time I've addressed you by your name face-to-face, and it feels a little strange." Harry shrugged nonchalantly, quickly regaining his composure. "I'm ready to start anytime!"

"Alright!" Rowena nodded. "You must finish this quickly! I'll remove the disguise here in a moment. Once you drag Voldemort into the battlefield, cut off his soul fragment as fast as you can, and then follow my instructions!"

"No problem!" Harry replied confidently, holding his breath and preparing for the challenge.

"Then let's begin!" With a clear shout, Rowena's figure instantly disappeared into a pure white expanse.

Suddenly, a demon king with a face like a venomous snake and blood-red eyes appeared before Harry!

"Hmph! Harry Potter, you're not getting away this time!" With a burst of ear-piercing laughter, Voldemort's body slowly floated into the air, looking down at Harry and unleashing his demonic power!

This time, however, Harry will definitely not be helpless!

With a slight thought, the surrounding environment began to change rapidly. Countless towering trees grew quickly, soon forming a deep primeval forest.

The hollow trees of Albania —this is the battlefield Harry chose!

Chapter 617 The Holy Sword Breaks Steel, Severing the Soul

"The jungles of Albania, and the very place where I once placed my Ravenclaw's Diadem... Harry Potter, did you deliberately choose this battlefield to prepare a better grave for yourself?"

Voldemort was initially wary when he suddenly noticed the change in his surroundings, but when he saw the familiar hollow tree, a disdainful grin spread across his face once more.

In his view, without the Hogwarts sewers, Harry would have no chance of escaping at all!

"A grave... it seems you really like this place." Harry retorted without any politeness. "Voldemort, didn't you linger in this forest for a long time? Considering how many years our souls have been intertwined, I might consider burying your ashes here after you're finally dead."

"Hmph, it's been so long, you've grown quite bold, daring to boast to me now." Voldemort sneered at Harry, gesturing with his chin. "Harry Potter, your strength may have improved, but before me, you're still as weak as an ant!"

Before Voldemort could even make a move, a burst of flames suddenly erupted from beneath Harry's feet, surging wildly and trying to engulf his body.

But Harry is no longer the same as before. In the Albania jungle, where wind is abundant, Harry suddenly rose up with the wind and flew into the air like Voldemort, even surpassing him in height!

"What's going on?" Voldemort was taken aback. "You brat... how did you also master my flight magic?!"

"Of course I learned it from you," Harry sneered. "Voldemort, everything you know, I'll learn it all eventually, and I'll master it even better! Slytherin thought they could secure a future for their worthless descendants, but that only makes me stronger!!"

Harry unleashed the last sentence with magic, the terrifying sound echoing above the hollow tree like a bolt of lightning suddenly striking a clear, sunny sky.

However, after the thunder subsided, Voldemort's body remained completely unmoved, and a cold smile even appeared on his face.

"Infusing magic into one's voice to intimidate an opponent is indeed a clever trick," Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "But it will have absolutely no effect on me now! Harry Potter, you're doomed!!"

Voldemort hissed like a viper, his hands flailing forward, and instantly two more flames roared up like giant dragons!

"Tch... Finite Incantatem!"

Seeing this, Harry quickly stretched out both palms, transforming the power of the Ending Curse into an invisible wall, barely blocking the fierce Fiendfyre released by Voldemort.

After merging with the soul fragments in the locket, Voldemort has indeed become much more difficult to deal with. With magic alone, Harry is currently finding it very difficult to contend with him.

"Resist? That's useless! The only thing you can do now is surrender!"

With a rampant, sinister laugh, Voldemort moved.

He was like a terrifying black cloud, or a Dementor eager to devour souls, lunging at Harry with bared fangs and claws while unleashing all sorts of spells at Harry!

In an instant, the entire sky was filled with the wails of ghosts and wolves!

Harry found himself in the same predicament as before. Although he was able to occasionally unleash a few spells to fight back, he was still powerless to resist and could only concentrate on running away.

As expected, even with the aid of elemental manipulation, he was still no match for Voldemort in terms of true raw power.

Unassisted flight was a magic developed by Voldemort himself. His flying skills were far superior to Harry's at the moment, and Harry could easily be entangled by him if he wasn't careful.

Moreover, this guy could cast many spells at will without a wand, but even after honing his skills, Harry could only use the few he was most proficient in, and his attack methods were far less varied than Voldemort's.

"I need to think of something..." As they continued to flee, Harry narrowed his eyes, realizing he might have to take a risk.

"Harry Potter, you can't escape!" Voldemort waved his hands repeatedly behind him, unleashing two more powerful Blasting Curse. "Your fate is sealed: to be completely devoured by me and become the Dark Lord's food for his reign!"