Slytherin's Spear

Ron clenched the wrinkled Sorting Hat in his palm, the rough fabric digging painfully into his hand.

Thunderous explosions kept sounding in the distance. Rubble soared into the air alongside Hell's black light, while the shriek of spells tearing through the air mingled with Voldemort's savage laughter. That was where Su Yu and Graves were fighting Voldemort. Ron could imagine how brutal it was over there, every second a struggle at the edge of life and death. Yet he held something that might turn the tide, but he simply could not unlock its secret.

The stone path beneath his feet was covered in cracks filled with Hellish lava. Spells and blasts of energy occasionally streaked past his ears. He hunched his neck and lowered his body as he darted between collapsed pillars and shattered stones.

Fawkes's cry circled overhead, as though guiding him. He could sense the faint pulse of magic within the hat. The aura of Slytherin's Spear seemed tightly connected to it, and it also seemed to share some inexplicable pull with the figure battling Voldemort in the distance.

He ran until he was gasping for breath. Several tears had been sliced into his school robes by the rushing air, and flying debris had scraped open his arms, leaving them burning with pain. But he did not dare stop for even a moment.

"Su Yu!" Ron shouted with all his strength. He pushed through the swirling dust and smoke, clutched the Sorting Hat, and hurried to the edge of the battlefield. He did not dare rashly charge into the center of the fight, so he could only stand in a safe area and yell, "Su Yu! Get over here! There's something else inside the Sorting Hat! We can't pull it out—only you can try!"

He hugged the seemingly shabby hat tightly, his eyes full of urgency and hope. His gaze remained fixed on Su Yu as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. He feared interrupting Su Yu's battle, but he also hoped Su Yu would hear him, unravel the secret of Slytherin's Spear, and give them a better chance of winning this war.

Ron's shout pierced through the smoke-filled sky like a sharp blade cleaving apart the chaotic battlefield.

Su Yu was twisting aside to evade a streak of black sword energy that skimmed past his shoulder. It blasted a charred hole into the stone wall beside him, sending fragments of rock rattling down. Hearing Ron's voice, Su Yu's heart tightened. From the corner of his eye, he saw Ron clutching the Sorting Hat, looking disheveled yet desperate, and his brow instantly furrowed.

"Stay back!" Su Yu roared. He kicked Voldemort in the chest and used the recoil to flip backward several meters, raising a hand at the same time to launch a Tailed Beast Bomb. The explosive gale swept up rubble and blocked Voldemort's view. "I can't get away from here!"

Nearby, Grindelwald's figure flickered unpredictably, faint streams of light glimmering around him. He circled behind Voldemort from the side, constantly intercepting and restraining him with fierce magical force, forcing Voldemort to divide his attention. One on the left and one on the right, the two of them firmly trapped Voldemort in his Hellish form between them.

Watching Su Yu's situation, Ron sweated anxiously. The Sorting Hat in his arms seemed to react, growing faintly hot. As if making up his mind, Ron suddenly raised the Sorting Hat over his head, pulled apart its brim, and threw it toward Su Yu with all his strength.

"Su Yu! Fawkes brought this! Slytherin's Spear is inside! We can't pull it out, but you're the only one here who can take it! Maybe it can help you!"

The moment those words came out, not only did Su Yu freeze, but even Voldemort's movements paused for an instant.

Slytherin's Spear? What the hell was that?

The hat cut through the air, drawing an arc through the dust and fog. Su Yu sidestepped Voldemort's sweeping blade and raised a hand to catch the Sorting Hat securely.

A clear hum suddenly came from inside the Sorting Hat. Then, Slytherin's Spear, glowing a deep green from end to end, slowly flew out of the hat and hovered before Su Yu. The spear's serpentine patterns shone brilliantly in the glow of chakra, and the cold gleam at its tip was even more dazzling than Voldemort's magical sword.

Su Yu reached out and gripped the spear shaft. A cold yet incomparably powerful force instantly surged into his body. It merged perfectly with his chakra without the slightest rejection. Instead, it made his chakra more condensed and violent. Within Su Yu's body, Kurama watched it all, amber eyes fixed on the spear as a low, wary growl rumbled in his throat.

"This thing..." Su Yu felt the power surging through him, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.

The moment the spear emerged, its faint green radiance flared up, and an ancient magical aura spread across the battlefield.

At the sight, Voldemort let out an enraged roar. His black sword, wrapped in deathly energy, stabbed straight for Su Yu's heart. Grindelwald cast instantly, and a heavy shield of light rose between them, forcibly blocking the fatal blow.

"Ron, fall back!" Su Yu barked. He tightened his grip on the spear and charged Voldemort once more.

This time, he was several times faster than before. The spear swept out, bringing with it howling blades of wind. With every collision, Voldemort was forced back several steps.

Su Yu stomped down and burst forward, chakra exploding beneath his feet in a ring of golden light. Slytherin's Spear gleamed faintly green as its tip aimed directly at Voldemort's left shoulder, where the veins of black energy were densest. The thrust was so fast it surpassed even an afterimage, tearing the air apart with a piercing shriek.

Voldemort roared furiously and hastily raised his sword to block. The instant the pitch-black blade collided with the dark green spear tip, there was no expected thunderous crash—only a strange sizzle. The spear pierced straight through the blade and stabbed toward his left shoulder as though tearing through paper!

"No—!"

The black mist of Voldemort's Hellish form churned violently. The defense that had seemed impregnable melted away the instant the spear tip touched the black energy, like ice and snow meeting blazing fire. At the point where the spear entered, the black mist crumbled inch by inch, exposing the grotesque flesh beneath. Agonizing pain from the depths of his soul traveled through the spear shaft and spread throughout Voldemort's body, making him convulse violently.

Su Yu sharply twisted his wrist and swept the spear upward, forcibly carving open a wound deep enough to expose bone. The dark green glow of the spear seeped into the wound, continuously eroding the foundation of the Hellish form's power. The once violent black energy began to turn chaotic and thin.

"Damn thing!" Voldemort howled in pain, violently shaking his shoulder in an attempt to break free, but Su Yu held the spear shaft fast. Chakra surged wildly around Su Yu, and a Tailed Beast Bomb formed in an instant. The black sphere, wrapped in the spear tip's dark green glow, smashed viciously into Voldemort's chest.

Boom!

The Tailed Beast Bomb exploded. Hellish power, chakra, and the spear's power collided and intertwined, the immense shockwave flinging away all the surrounding rubble. Voldemort was blasted backward again and again before his back slammed hard into a broken stone pillar. The pillar instantly shattered, and debris rained down.

At that moment, Grindelwald seized the opportunity. In a flash, he appeared at Voldemort's right side. Several silver-blue magical blades gathered at his fingertips and shot toward Voldemort's limb joints like a torrential downpour. The blades carried precise piercing force, each one aimed at a blind spot in Voldemort's movements, forcing him to abandon his attack and curl up awkwardly to evade them.

Su Yu took the chance to advance. In one step, he crossed in front of Voldemort, held the spear horizontally, and pressed its tip to Voldemort's throat. The Rinnegan's insight let him see Voldemort's weakness clearly—only a thin layer of black energy remained, and the spear had already severely damaged the core of his power. None of his previous ferocious might remained.

"This ends here." Su Yu's voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable pressure.

Voldemort raised his head, his snake-like eyes filled with venom and unwillingness. He wanted to unleash one final burst of dark magic, but the moment he moved, the chakra beneath Su Yu's feet locked him firmly in place. He could not gather even a trace of magic. Grindelwald swiftly closed in as well, magical light gathering around him to form an airtight encirclement that completely sealed off Voldemort's retreat.

The battlefield fell silent in an instant. Only Voldemort's heavy breathing and the faint tremor of Su Yu's spear remained. The dark green spear light illuminated Voldemort's twisted face, as well as the temporary calm over the ruins of the Chamber of Secrets. This deadlocked battle had finally reached a decisive turning point through Slytherin's Spear's power to break defenses.

Slytherin's Spear in Su Yu's hand remained pressed tightly against Voldemort's throat, firmly locking down the foul energy surging around his body and leaving him unable to move an inch.

Voldemort leaned against a broken stone pillar. The power of his Hellish form was collapsing bit by bit, and his flesh had begun to rot slowly, but he still refused to admit defeat, rambling on without end.

"You think a single spear can defeat me completely? Don't dream of ending everything here! I have studied dark magic for years. My plan for immortality will never be destroyed so easily!"

Before he could finish, another cold and distant voice suddenly rang out. It belonged to Lucifer, who resided within Voldemort's soul, echoing from the depths of Hell through the layers of his soul.

"Well, hello there. Su Yu, was it? I've heard your name in Hell. Whenever Belial mentions you, he has to cover his ass." Lucifer broke into wild laughter as he said this. "What an unusual little brat. Why have I never seen the power you use before?"

"Maybe I'm special." Su Yu's tone was calm, and he did not loosen his grip on the spear in the slightest. "Why are you always able to use Voldemort to come into the human world?"

Lucifer's laughter stopped. Within Voldemort's body, two voices intertwined as they intermittently recounted the secrets of the past.

"Back then, he coveted immortality and wanted to split his soul, transcending life and death. The dark magic of the wizarding world alone was nowhere near enough to complete a perfect sevenfold division of the soul. With nowhere else to turn, he sought the Abyss's power and asked Hell for help."

Lucifer's voice continued to echo from the depths of Voldemort's soul, revealing the deception of that time. "The seven demon kings of Hell pretended to offer assistance, pretending they would lend him power to create Horcruxes. In truth, it had been a lie from beginning to end. Every time he split his soul and forged a Horcrux, another shackle was planted within him. Each Horcrux contained a fragment of power belonging to one demon king of Hell."

"It was more than that." Lucifer's tone was cold and indifferent. "Voldemort never imagined that even his complete soul had been branded with Hell's Abyssal Mark. So long as it was a fragment of his soul, demons of Hell could follow the mark to parasitize and attach themselves to it, using the soul's passage to send part of their power into the Surface World. There was no need to break through the barrier between the two worlds—his soul was the only vessel through which part of our power could reach the present world. Belial's case doesn't count. He merely lured you into the Otherworld, where he could temporarily send part of his power. That damned bastard even wanted to keep it all for himself."

Voldemort let out an incredulous roar. "I always thought I had controlled Hell's power, that I had used the Abyss's power in exchange for immortality. In the end, was I nothing more than a vessel for your power to parasitize in the present world from beginning to end?"

"That's right," Lucifer replied flatly. "You thought you commanded darkness, but from the moment the Horcruxes took shape, all your souls had already become vessels for Hell's parasites. The reason a portion of my power can now manifest a phantom through your body is entirely because your divided and incomplete soul serves as a stepping stone."

Voldemort completely lost control of his emotions. He continuously spat out hateful, unwilling words, endlessly arguing, cursing, and rambling. Again and again, he spoke of the plans of his life and his resentment. His endless noise filled the entire ruin, making Ron frown behind them.

The long-winded nonsense kept pulling at the oppressive atmosphere on the field. Listening to the unending arguments and clamor, Su Yu's patience was gradually worn away.

"Enough nonsense. One last question: why have you kept targeting Harry Potter?"

"Want to know? Then come to Hell. We'll be waiting for you here, hahahahahaha—" Lucifer's laughter echoed endlessly through the ruins, growing farther and fainter.

Su Yu suddenly exerted force with his wrist. Gripping Slytherin's Spear, he lunged forward and pierced straight through Voldemort's chest in a single instant!

"Arrogant fool!"

A sharp tearing sound rang out. Voldemort's entire body stiffened violently, and every word in his mouth came to an abrupt stop. His ruined flesh instantly lost all life, while the spear's power severely struck the divided and incomplete soul within him. The vessel sustaining Hell's power collapsed completely.

As Voldemort's body slowly turned to ash, the support housing the presence within him vanished completely. Lucifer's phantom in the depths of his soul began to fade bit by bit, its outline receding before slowly dissolving into the air.

"This farce is merely postponed. Remember, when you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss is also gazing back at you. We will not let this go!"

The final echo scattered in the wind. Lucifer's phantom fully dissipated, and the Hellish pressure blanketing the ruins receded like a tide. The cold aura brought by the Abyss vanished completely, leaving only devastation across the ground.

Everything returned to silence.

Elsewhere.

The battle on the other side also reached its conclusion.

Harry held the silver sword that glinted with cold light. Spotting an opening while Lockhart was casting, he decisively swung down and severed the arm holding Lockhart's wand. Blood splattered as Lockhart let out a miserable scream. His magic dispersed, and his whole body fell backward.

Hermione immediately stepped forward and quickly bound Lockhart tightly with a binding spell, leaving him no room to struggle or resist.

With that, the battle came to an end.

Harry barely managed to stand, his entire body trembling. He was so dizzy that it felt as though he had just ridden a rocket for several miles. He braced himself against the wall and gasped for breath, nearly losing his grip on the sword.

"Su Yu, go save Ginny!"

Su Yu's brow suddenly knitted tightly.

"What? Why is Ginny here? Didn't she not take the diary? How did she still end up here?"