A Certain Scientific Harry Potter 49

"What is that? It's so terrifying..." Seeing the face on the back of Quirinus Quirrell's head, Hermione couldn't help but shiver.

It was an incredibly hideous and bizarre face, pale in color, with eye sockets that looked like two blood-red hollows, and nostrils as thin and slit-like as a snake's.

"Voldemort..."

At this moment, Harry's expression was incomparably grim, for he knew that Voldemort had completely seized control of Quirinus Quirrell's body!

And he had just lost Professor Quirinus Quirrell... who had traded his life for a chance to launch a sneak attack!

"Quirrell, this man prided himself on having a bit of cleverness, but in my eyes, he was nothing more than a complete fool!" Voldemort spoke slowly, his tone filled with mockery.

"Even under my influence, he still clung to that ridiculous idea of taking pride in Ravenclaw House. Upon learning that Harry Potter had been sorted into Ravenclaw, he actually had the whimsical notion of trusting that boy! He even went to great lengths to leave behind clues and traps, thinking that by doing so, he could save you some energy and help you find an opening to defeat me!"

As expected...

Harry had guessed as much while clearing the obstacles, and now it had been thoroughly confirmed by Voldemort.

Professor Quirrell, a product of Eagle House, had pinned his hopes on the student who had also been sorted into Eagle House, which was why he had left those clues, hoping he would be prepared.

However, Harry felt that rather than trusting him, Quirrell had trusted Eagle House—he had trusted the intellect inherent to a Ravenclaw!

It was just a pity that his every move had been monitored by Voldemort...

"So, how could a foolish mortal ever escape the control of the Dark Lord?" Voldemort's raspy voice revealed endless smugness. "How could he possibly know that not a single one of his thoughts could ever escape my surveillance? He never imagined that the clues he thought were so clever would actually help me complete my plan! Because I, more than him, was looking forward to your arrival—and your death!!"

"Have you said enough..."

"Hmm?" A faint trace of doubt flashed through Voldemort's red pupils; he felt that the aura around Harry had changed.

Clear Mirror Still Water!

Harry was now gripping his Space Ring tightly, silently reciting the incantation Scamander had taught him!

Although he felt an increasing urge to fight Voldemort to the death after learning Professor Quirrell's true intentions, he kept telling himself... he must stay calm!

Only by staying calm could he find the opportunity to defeat his opponent!

"Voldemort... as a villain, you talk too much!!"

Catching him off guard, Harry suddenly raised his hand and swung it, and a black brick went whistling through the air!

"Harry Potter, do you think a wizard's duel is child's play? Avada Kedavra!!"

However, Voldemort did not dodge or evade at all; instead, he backhanded Quirrell's wand and unleashed a sickly green bolt of killing light!

His goal today was to kill Harry, so he had gone straight for a lethal strike from the very start!

But facing the rapidly approaching Killing Curse, Harry suddenly unfurled his Invisibility Cloak, instantly shielding both himself and Hermione from view.

The spell exploded, and the sickly green sparks scattered, but beneath the Invisibility Cloak, there was only a piece of rotten wood that had been blown apart; Harry and Hermione were already nowhere to be seen!

"Stupefy!"

"Useless!"

At the same time, Hermione's spell had already been cast, and amidst Voldemort's mocking laughter, it hit the brick Harry had thrown earlier with pinpoint accuracy!

BOOM!!

An explosion, small in range but immense in power, suddenly erupted beside Voldemort. The spreading flames instantly coiled around his body, and the flying fragments of the brick shredded his trouser legs and shoes to pieces!

"What on earth is..."

"That was an Erumpent Horn, I prepared it specifically for you!"

Harry's voice suddenly came from Voldemort's side. He had actually used the cover of the explosion to close in on Voldemort, and he was now gripping Voldemort's exposed lower leg tightly with both hands!!

The Erumpent Horn was one of the potion ingredients Snape had given Harry, and Harry had strapped it to the brick he had thrown earlier.

Inside this jet-black horn was stored a substance known as 'Explosive Fluid'. Once injected into an opponent's body, or struck directly with a spell, it could be triggered into a violent detonation!

Harry knew that Voldemort was eager to kill him, so he had hidden a wooden stake in his Space Ring from the beginning to block the Killing Curse, and he had long since prepared the Erumpent Horn as a lethal weapon to cause an explosion!

"Do you really think... the power left behind by that Mudblood mother of yours can still take effect?!"

Voldemort kicked out in disgust, knocking Harry over.

"See? It should be a fact that you are killed by me; what happened back then was nothing more than a coincidence!" Voldemort boasted triumphantly. "The power left by that Mudblood mother of yours, aside from making this body feel a slight sting, is absolutely nothing..."

BOOM!!

Another violent explosion occurred, and this time, the force of the blast even sent Voldemort's body flying high into the air!!

(p.s. There will be another update later, please look forward to it~)

Chapter 92: The Unicorn Blessing is Worthy of Trust

"It worked..."

Watching Voldemort, who had been blown off one of his legs and was lying on the ground in a fit of rage, Harry panted heavily, not daring to relax his focus for even a second.

"Damn you... Harry Potter, damn you!" Voldemort roared, clutching his leg in hatred.

"I should thank you, because you let me know that even if that power is faint, it still exists... but I never intended to rely on it from the start!" Harry glared at Voldemort. "Because... my mother's power may have given me a second life, but it must never become a bed of comfort for me to rest easy on!!"

In this battle against Voldemort, Harry had never harbored a shred of luck. Therefore, when he had grabbed Voldemort's lower leg, he had actually been holding three syringes filled with Explosive Fluid between his fingers, and in that instant, he had injected them all into Voldemort's body!

In this fight, he had held nothing back, gambling everything he had from his past life and his current one, determined to decide who would live and who would die!

"Hermione! Use a spell!!"

"Stupefy!!"

The urgent cry echoed throughout the room. Harry's Obscurus transformed into an endless gale, roaring as it swept toward the body of Voldemort; not far away, Hermione simultaneously raised her wand, firing off her best spells in rapid succession!

"You two wretched brats, you have truly angered me!!"

Voldemort brandished his wand like a phantom, unleashing a torrent of terrifying curses as if they cost him nothing, instantly obliterating both Harry's Obscurus and Hermione's spells!

Following this, he flicked his wrist to unleash a gust of wind, directly knocking the wand from Hermione's hand!

"Ah!"

"Hermione... damn it!"

Hearing Hermione's scream, Harry desperately tried to turn back, but he was caught off guard as several ropes summoned by Voldemort tightly bound his body, leaving him unable to move!

"Detestable Harry Potter, I have changed my mind!" Voldemort pointed his wand viciously at Hermione. "Eleven years ago, your mother died before your eyes, yet you have no memory of it! Then watch closely now, as this Mudblood witch is... tortured to death by me right in front of you!"

"Harry, I... I can't!"

Terrified by the zombie-like, limping Voldemort, Hermione collapsed to the floor. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but fearing she would distract Harry, she could only cover her mouth with both hands, letting her body tremble uncontrollably.

"This is the price for opposing the Dark Lord! Crucio..."

"Don't you dare!!"

Hum!!

In this critical moment, Harry released the ring in his hand, letting his spirit run wild and unleashing the suppressed Obscurus to its maximum potential!

The ropes summoned by Voldemort could no longer bind Harry's body, for he had already shed his physical form, merging completely with the Obscurus and transforming into a gale!

The pitch-black wind struck between Hermione and Voldemort in an instant. Harry's body re-condensed in the nick of time, shielding Hermione completely from the curse Voldemort had released!

"Ugh!" Harry let out a muffled groan, beads of sweat instantly appearing on his forehead.

The Cruciatus Curse was one of the three Unforgivable Curses strictly forbidden in the wizarding world. Once struck, the victim would experience excruciating pain throughout their entire body, potentially even being driven to madness by the agony.

Seeing Harry use his own body to block the curse, Voldemort couldn't help but let out a mocking, hysterical laugh!

"Hahaha! Harry Potter, I never expected you to be as foolish as your mother... ugh!!"

However, before he could finish his sentence, Harry acted as if he were completely unaffected by the Cruciatus Curse, reaching out to grab him by the throat!

Seizing the opportunity, Harry's free left hand darted out, snatching the opponent's wand while clenching his palm into a fist reinforced with a sharp spike!

"Voldemort... experience this for yourself. This is the wrath of the unicorn you slaughtered in cold blood!"

Tightening his arm abruptly, Harry swung his left fist, which held Quirrell's wand, heavily into Voldemort's chest!

"Holy Beast Spiral!!"

In an instant, Harry's fist seemed to transform into the spiraling, sharp horn of a unicorn, driving Quirrell's wand deep into Voldemort's chest, and then... it exploded!

Voldemort didn't even have time to leave behind a final threat before his chest was blown open by the wand. His broken body flew backward, finally landing in the corner of the room like a discarded rag doll.

"Roar!!"

A shrill, mournful howl erupted from the lifeless body. A terrifying, skeletal shadow of a soul spiraled out, eventually screaming as it passed through the bodies of Harry and Hermione.

"Ah!" Struck by this intense mental shock, Hermione let out a scream and fainted on the spot.

Yet Harry stared fixedly at the soul-form of Voldemort, not a shred of fear on his face!

It was only after Voldemort's soul pierced through the flames at the doorway and fled that Harry, unable to hold on any longer, swayed and collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

"Finally... it's over."

In this final battle, aside from Norbert, who was resting in Hermione's pocket, Harry had exhausted almost all of his trump cards!

As expected, the Voldemort from the original story was too obsessed with the Sorcerer's Stone; otherwise, how could he have been so easily approached by a naive child, and ultimately, beaten to death?

For Harry, Voldemort, who had harbored murderous intent from the start, was an incredibly dangerous enemy.

In the scene just now, if Voldemort hadn't been so confident in his victory and hadn't wanted to torture Hermione in front of Harry, Harry might never have found the chance to kill him in one blow.

The Cruciatus Curse was indeed a devastatingly powerful spell, but what Voldemort hadn't anticipated was that Harry had previously received a Unicorn Blessing!

As a ritual lost for hundreds of years, the effects of a Unicorn Blessing were far from as simple as the potions brewed by wizard apprentices using horns and tail hair.

Unicorns were pure, benevolent magical creatures. Only when they trusted someone with their entire being would they choose to bestow a blessing, embedding the vast majority of their magic into the bone marrow of the person they recognized in a way that remained hidden!

In other words, after receiving the blessing, the unicorn's own power would be severely weakened, but Harry would, unknowingly, gradually acquire a significant degree of unicorn constitution!

His body's resistance to poisons and curses would increase, and furthermore... his body would harbor a unicorn horn possessing immense piercing power!

It was precisely by relying on the Unicorn Blessing that Harry was able to withstand the Cruciatus Curse that should have caused him unbearable agony, and by snatching the opponent's wand, he had unleashed that Holy Beast Spiral with power comparable to a unicorn's charge!

However, while the move was powerful, it came with many limitations; after all, humans were not magical creatures and could not perfectly utilize their power.

In fact, if Quirrell's wand hadn't used Unicorn Tail Hair as its core, Harry's final strike might not have had such a significant effect.

In a way, this could truly be considered the karma of the unicorn.

Voldemort had cruelly slaughtered a unicorn, only to be defeated in the end by the power of one.

But Harry had no time to reflect on the cycle of retribution. He didn't even have a moment to worry about the unconscious Hermione before he immediately pulled out a vial of Wit-Sharpening Potion and gulped it down.

Solving Voldemort was merely the first phase of the final battle, so he had to pull himself together immediately!

Next, he would have to face the Dumbledore who was following close on his heels!!

(p.s. A bit of trivia: Professor Quirinus Quirrell's wand is made of Alder Wood with a Unicorn Tail Hair core, nine inches long. It perfectly aligns with the causality and curse of the unicorn. When Sanmiao was checking the lore, I was absolutely delighted to find this information.

In the upcoming plot, the grand drama of the protagonist vs. Dumbledore is about to unfold, so Sanmiao would like to issue a super high-energy warning here.

There will only be one update tomorrow because tomorrow's chapter will be an 8,000-word behemoth. The chapter length is substantial, the content involves extensive discussion, and the dialogue will be extremely sharp! Honestly, because of Dumbledore's negligence, the protagonist and Hermione were almost killed! Therefore, he must demand an explanation from Dumbledore, vent all his past grievances and frustrations, and while he's at it, settle old scores and new grudges with Dumbledore, as well as make the other party understand...

Even if the protagonist hadn't come to Hogwarts, he still could have thrived just as well!

So, in light of this, please enjoy at your own discretion. That is all~)

Chapter 93: An Apology Can Clear the Mind (9000+)

Having urgently recovered his spirits, simply collected the remains of Professor Quirrell, and gathered the scattered debris from the floor, the headmaster, who had finally realized the situation had changed, arrived fashionably late.

"Harry, are you alright?! You..."

The hurried old man rushed through the black flames burning at the doorway, but when he saw the resentful and chilling gaze in Harry's eyes, he ultimately restrained his intention to step forward for a closer look.

Harry, as he was now, gave Dumbledore a feeling of extreme danger; he was like a bird of prey that had completely locked onto its target, ready to strike at any moment.