Voldemort: I Will Become the True Savior!

[Ding ding ding! Quest [The Beginning of the Fire] triggered]

[A strange Fire Dragon has ignited an inextinguishable Dragonfire that will sweep through half the Forbidden Forest. How can the Savior Lord stand by and do nothing!]

[Reward: 10 EXP, Bronze Magic Knowledge·1]

—Strange?

"Lock Dog Body!" Harry's fist was faster than his confusion.

[Potter Combat] reappeared in the world.

Harry's move had reached perfection; he no longer needed to make a hugging motion, just a single punch.

Everything inside the small wooden hut froze—the flickering flames, the falling black eggshells, the black spider legs with spikes like crab legs poking out of the shell...

The door also clicked open on its own, completely undamaged.

"King Harry, save me! There's a monster! (Dog language)"

Fang circled behind Harry, cautiously poking his head toward the door.

What had hatched from the shell was an extremely bizarre creature.

Most of its body was covered in metallic, glossy carapace, with black bone spikes running along its spine to its tail. Its bulging orange-red eyes, the horns on its head, and its white nostrils revealed traces of a Norwegian Ridgeback.

Below the dragon's eyes, three rows of compound eyes like black gems were embedded in the bony carapace on either side. The six thick legs growing from its body, covered in oily black membranes and lined with spikes and carapace, were nothing like what a Fire Dragon should have.

"Spider! A spider dragon!" Ron hid behind Draco, crouching down.

"Looks like a crab too." Draco's love for Fire Dragons overcame his fear. "Those legs are also wings—they should be able to fly. Eight eyes... I know!"

"The offspring of an Acromantula and a Norwegian Ridgeback!"

—A creature that could sweep half the Forbidden Forest, with Dragonfire deemed inextinguishable... Was this Voldemort's original plan?

—A brand-new 5X-level creature created with Dark Magic?

Harry snapped back to reality. He stomped out the restless [Dark Qi] while releasing his suppression of the Acromantula-Dragon.

He also let out a trace of Arbok's aura.

No matter what, as long as it wasn't a bird, as long as it had eyes—especially with eight all-around eyes—the Basilisk was its natural enemy.

Sure enough, the Acromantula-Dragon, which had been about to spew Black Flames, immediately became docile.

The flames turned into a bird, flew past the four of them, and headed toward a tall, thin figure.

"Interesting. Dragonfire similar to Fiendfyre. Tom taught me a lesson. Even without absorbing life energy, it has already completed its transformation."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a glass bottle appeared out of thin air, enveloping the Dragonfire before falling into his palm.

"You mean it's a Dark Magic Creature created by the Dark Lord!" Draco finally began to fear, quickly stepping back and pushing Ron in front of him.

"Dumbledore and Harry are both here!~" Ron snorted disdainfully, taking a diagonal step back, nearly stumbling, but finally steadying himself and retreating behind Dumbledore. "What are you afraid of?"

"Dumbledore! What's wrong?"

Hagrid came rushing over, pulling a kite.

No, that wasn't a kite at all—it was a person suspended in midair.

"A new breed of Fire Dragon! Rubeus, did you make this?"

The person aimed his wand at himself, muttered something, and suddenly landed, walking into the hut on a prosthetic leg.

"Professor Kettleburn?" Harry recognized the newcomer and gently kicked away the Acromantula-Dragon, which was rubbing against him like a puppy.

The Acromantula-Dragon whimpered pitifully, its spider legs making a "clack clack" sound.

"Abusing Billywig venom isn't a good thing, Sylvannus." Dumbledore sighed. "There are still several patients in St. Mungo's who can never touch the ground, floating in midair."

"Then make this leg better." Professor Kettleburn extended his wooden leg.

Crunch—!

The Acromantula-Dragon bit off the wooden leg in one go, carrying it in its mouth to offer to Harry, its tail wagging so fast it was almost a blur.

"It seems she didn't inherit the Acromantula's intelligence." Professor Kettleburn, apparently used to having his prosthetic suddenly bitten off, stood steadily on one leg and analyzed calmly.

"The cross-section isn't green, no sizzling sound, and no venom?"

"That remains to be seen."

Draco perked up his ears. He wanted to get closer but hesitated.

He quickly asked, "Could she be—"

"She's lucky," Dumbledore answered directly. "She wasn't affected by Tom's magic. And... she seems to have taken a liking to Harry. But only to Harry."

The fatherly Hagrid's hand was being gnawed by the Acromantula-Dragon, but it didn't break the skin.

The ever-enthusiastic Professor Kettleburn looked unusually disappointed, casting an envious glance at Hagrid, as if he wished he were the one being bitten.

"The dragon egg was activated?"

A white cloud eagerly drifted out the window.

The Forbidden Forest did not burst into the great flames he had expected.

"Master, calm your anger," Quirrell reacted swiftly, immediately prostrating himself.

"No, I will not be angry. Still less will I punish you for this."

Voldemort seemed to have changed his attitude toward Quirrell, his voice no longer cold and harsh.

"Master~"

"Rise. You are a great contributor."

The white mist coalesced into a hazy human figure, hands clasped behind his back as he gazed at the sky.

"Because of you, I have drawn so close to the moon. Because of you, I am no longer merely a shadow and steam. I have recovered the reason I lost—the moon's magic is soothing my soul."

"Of course, the one I should thank most is Dumbledore. He specifically had Harry Potter study Muggle things, even disregarding the Statute of Secrecy. But I never realized it before."

"During the London Blitz, I was fortunate to have taken shelter at Hogwarts."

"During the Normandy Landings, I was on my way to Little Hangleton."

"The Berlin Blockade, the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Northern Ireland Conflict—I missed them all, one by one. My so-called travels around the world were confined solely to the magical world, carrying out one dangerous magical transformation after another..."

"Only yesterday did I discover... Grindelwald may have been right."

"Indeed, unable to perceive, unable to expel the non-existence, they—the ghosts—are so powerless."

"Our magic can easily transfigure non-magical creations, manipulate minds, shift space, even travel through time, destroy history, and cause the disappearance of a great many who should have been born."

"But most of our kind also possess the weaknesses of ordinary men."

"And there are too many wizard traitors like Dumbledore who style themselves as protectors of Muggles."

"They have never realized that the Muggles they see as needing protection have nearly destroyed our world countless times!"

"Science must vanish from Muggle minds. Only wizards must be allowed to learn it. They need only live like sheep—that is enough."

Voldemort's outline began to steam, signifying he had fallen into extreme rage.

Once, he had possessed unmatched confidence.

Confidence that even if he failed, he could simply find a place to lie low for a hundred years and wait for his enemies to die of old age—that would be enough.

But now...

The development of Muggles, the rapid changes in Muggle society, had stripped him of that confidence.

Perhaps, one day.

A satellite in the sky would discover the magical world.

And drop a bomb of immense power, said to harness the secrets of the sun.

Everything he longed to possess—the teaching post at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's admission of fault, his future subjects—would all vanish.

The uncontrolled non-existence would multiply everywhere. The high-ranking Muggle governments would flee Earth, leaving this broken, ruined world to him like discarded trash, along with... perhaps two or three surviving wizards.

"I must protect this world!"

"From Dumbledore and his ilk! From those foolish and dangerous Muggles!"

"I will become the true Savior!"