The Savior and [Righteous Qi] vs. [Dark Qi]

"Dobby, follow Quirrell from a distance of 150 feet, act like any other Hogwarts house-elf, and notify me the moment he leaves the castle. Don't do anything unnecessary, don't make any misinterpretations." Harry said.

"Yes, Dobby only ever misinterpreted his former master's words." Dobby said cheerfully, and for a moment he was about to bash into the wall, but quickly remembered he was free now. "Dobby is off to work!~"

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"To carry out Harry Potter's task!"

Crack--!

The elf's figure vanished over the dark green carpet.

Harry remained alone before the massive, aquarium-like curved glass wall. The icy lake seemed ready to shatter that transparent barrier at any moment, dragging the entire room—and him along with it—into eternal darkness.

"Cthulhu." He said suddenly.

His voice came out as a strange gurgle, accompanied by the undertone of shifting currents.

Beyond the glass, the impenetrable blackness began to churn. One could almost hear the dull groan of water moving under immense pressure, like the breath of some slumbering behemoth.

The shadow swelled, compressing the lake around it.

Then, abruptly, a pair of ghostly lights ignited in the dark.

Eyes the size of submarine portholes, a vast, blue.

Slap--!

Then came tentacles thick as three men linked arm-in-arm, covered in dense clusters of suckers.

Dark red, each one large enough to envelop Hagrid's big head, pressed flat against the transparent wall.

"I am here (in Squid-tongue)."

"And I'd trouble you to keep watch in the lake as well. This is Quirrell's aura (in Squid-tongue)."

Harry extended his hand. The skill [Grooming] in his list glowed, and a simulated wisp of that aura passed through the wall.

On the other side of the barrier, beneath the massive eye, a patch of skin—deep purple verging on black, covered in tumorous bumps—split open.

Ring upon ring, layer upon layer, a beak of pale, razor-sharp keratin. At its center, from a bottomless, writhing darkness, came a pull of suction.

It drew in that faint, murky trace of aura.

"I have memorized it (in Squid-tongue)."

"Good... Continue the training."

Harry rose. The metal wand in his arms burst into golden-red flames, transforming into a flying serpent that began to circle autonomously.

This was a reapplication of the otherworldly knowledge Black Qi Wizard Transformation Ritual: Silver—a demonic weapon.

It could fly at will.

If Harry's physical body were destroyed, he could directly reincarnate through it, becoming a dark assassin.

Much like the popular cosmetic magic of today, a fusion of Po Kong Beauty Magic and the Joker Magic Old Man had learned in the theater troupe.

The latter lowered the learning threshold of the former, as well as its magical effect.

The beauty magic that could reshape at least dozens of tons of Po Kong into a young maiden had been degraded into a Halloween costume magic that required materials like cotton to cast, only capable of producing exaggerated makeup and looks.

In truth, Harry was just copying homework.

To defeat an enemy, you don't have to be stronger than them; you can also drag them down into the mire.

The Righteous Qi Magic of the Jackie Chan Adventures world was deliberately degraded in this direction—requiring materials to cast.

Its power hadn't weakened; it had become more universal.

Only...

A tracking spell that once required only an incantation now needed collected materials and brewed potions to cast.

This was all due to the special mechanism of the Righteous Qi and Black Qi cycle in the Jackie Chan Adventures world. Even Old Man's fighting style—clearly only memorizing the table of contents and flipping through the book mid-battle—was a result of this.

The demons' wisdom faded. Shendu, the Demon Sorcerer, had even forgotten the magic he himself created—and it wasn't entirely due to the erosion of Hell.

But now, Harry was reverse-engineering the original Righteous Qi magic.

After all...

This world didn't have a dynamic cycle where the stronger the forces of justice grew, the stronger the forces of darkness became.

"Where is it?"

The flames splashing from the fire-serpent coalesced into a three-dimensional map.

"Ravenclaw's Diadem."

Harry's long fingers pressed down on the map. The faint green glow of [Righteous Qi]—a trait exclusive to Righteous Qi mages—flickered, covering all unexplored areas.

The tracking spell activated.

—Still no good.

—Perhaps...

"Perhaps it can."

The next day, in Potions class.

Harry, having already finished brewing his potion, rummaged through Snape's ingredient cabinet as if no one else was there.

Then he suddenly held up a Colorful Ball Fish Jerky high.

"What are you doing, Mr. Potter?"

Snape suppressed his fury with effort.

"A wand better suited for a certain spell."

Snape's eyes nearly popped out—the fish jerky in Harry's palm was actually radiating the fluctuation of a wand.

That flickering green light contained an extraordinarily wondrous orderly power.

It wasn't something that could be described by sacred, light, evil, or dark; rather, it encompassed a kind of order born from binary opposition, seeming like a manifestation of nature itself, yet resonating with the human heart.

"What is this?" Snape lowered his voice instinctively.

-- Heaven and earth harbor Righteous Qi, scattered into myriad forms. Below, it becomes rivers and mountains; above, the sun and stars. In man, it is called the vast spirit, filling the cosmos.

Harry unconsciously thought of this verse, the perfect answer.

"You can call it Righteous Qi. The manifestation of an omnipresent orderly force, nature's janitor—anything dirty that breaks the rules or upsets the balance gets cleaned up by it." Harry rephrased it in a way Snape could understand.

[...[The Oily-Haired Guard's Concern] quest completed. 10 experience points credited.]

But Harry had no time to focus on the voice; he suddenly thought of Jackie Chan and his seemingly unremarkable Furniture City Battle Art: Silver, far less refined than Ah-Fu Beat Jackie Chan.

His explanation to Snape had stirred his own understanding of [Righteous Qi].

-- Demons and monsters, be gone.

-- Perhaps the best wand isn't a pufferfish jerky, but a heart upholding Righteous Qi, this very flesh.

-- I am the embodiment of justice... Where the hell did you come from!

Harry's eye twitched; in his peripheral vision, he saw a wisp of pure [Dark Qi] churning within his own shadow.

-- The stronger the light, the thicker the shadow, huh!

-- Who asked for you!

He quickly stomped it out.

"Righteous Qi..." Snape murmured to himself, not noticing anything amiss.

He was questioning his life—could it be that the power the Dark Lord didn't understand wasn't love?

"Brilliant, [Dark Qi] is truly brilliant~"

"[Healing Fist: Dark]!"

A fist radiating black light slammed fiercely into an ancient tree.

Crack—

A crisp sound came from beneath the bark.

Then... bark fragments flaked off like rotting flesh peeling away...

Thick roots violently yanked themselves from the soil, wet mud pattering down as the massive, twisted root system coiled like countless awakened tentacles, groping and probing on the cold, muddy ground.

A human face, features began to take shape.

The Bowtruckles chattered in alarm, quickly leaping from the nests they had inhabited for generations.

"Interesting, [Dark Qi] actually aligns with [Healing Fist], while [Righteous Qi] prefers [Deadly Palm]."

After this reflection, Harry looked at the now-living ancient tree.

"No. 1, from now on you're responsible for creating companions and carrying out the task of finding [Horcruxes]. Don't let any intelligent life discover your existence."

Half an hour had passed since the morning's Potions class.

Having discovered the wonders of [Dark Qi], he couldn't wait to rush to the Forbidden Forest; the magic of this dark woodland had inspired him.

In a way, he was learning from heaven and earth.

-- The castle, the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest—all now have my spies.

-- Everything is under my control.

-- Quirrell...

-- Why the hell are you just showing up on my doorstep?