Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 19: A Fierce Battle Far Ahead of Schedule!

"Harry Potter! Which one is Harry Potter?"

A strange, eerie voice, dark, damp, and chilling, rang out. Just a second before Hagrid pressed down on Quirrell, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly transformed into a wisp of black smoke and flew to the side, picking up the alder wand that had been flung into the cracks in the rubble with incredible speed.

Hagrid crashed onto the large rock in a sorry state, the rock shattering, and he grimaced in pain.

Dudley's face darkened. Voldemort was too fast; his wand was unaffected by the Summoning Charm, and he hadn't had time to pick it up.

At this moment, the black smoke that had been curling up the wand had already taken shape again on another rock.

The men were still dressed in black robes, but unlike before, they were now facing away from them, and even their wands were being held in reverse with their right hands.

Even more bizarrely, the hood on the back of the man in black had a perfectly shaped oval hole, revealing a hairless, grotesque face with bloodshot eyes, no nose, shriveled lips, and bluish skin—it was utterly disgusting!

Dudley, who was familiar with the original story, knew very well that this was Quirrell's back of the head, and also the current appearance of Voldemort's main soul.

"hold head high--"

The fire dragon roared, and the goblins of Gringotts finally arrived at the battlefield.

"Drop your weapons! Surrender! You are surrounded!"

A fairy riding on the back of a fire dragon amplified her voice with a spell similar to a loud voice spell to warn the intruders.

At the same time, the three fire dragons simultaneously exhaled flames to cheer each other on, creating a truly magnificent spectacle.

You're disturbing me!

The hideous, grotesque face emitted a grating hiss and waved Quirrell's wand without turning its head.

A monstrous blue flame, brimming with malice, instantly appeared, forming a massive wave of fire that surged towards the fire dragon and fairies hovering in mid-air.

"Shit! It's Fiery Blaze!"

The fairies screamed and retreated, raising their hands to release yellow rays of light to resist the onslaught of the fierce fire, but to little avail.

The fierce flames burned ever brighter, quickly coalescing into a gigantic blue flame python.

The giant python opened its mouth wide, revealing fiery fangs, and pounced on the demons.

"Alright, now there's nothing to bother us!"

Quirrell backed away, while Voldemort advanced, his posture both bizarre and intimidating. "Tell me, who is Harry Potter!"

"You...you are the mysterious...Voldemort?!"

Hagrid's voice trembled; the name cast a long shadow over the half-giant.

"Tell me, you big dummy!"

Voldemort roared, his current state was far from good. He cursed Quirrell as a piece of trash, but he couldn't see that his own mind was also somewhat sluggish.

Hatred for Harry overwhelmed a part of his mind. At this moment, he didn't want to kill him immediately, nor was he in a hurry to take the Philosopher's Stone. He only wanted to capture the enemy he had been prophesied to and torture him properly.

Faced with Voldemort's approach, Hagrid realized that he had spoken unnecessary words in his anger and immediately stopped talking.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Somewhere behind Hagrid, Harry, disregarding the tense atmosphere, remained calm and, following Dudley's original battle plan, stretched out his hands and cast a calming spell on Voldemort from afar.

A strange power gradually flowed into Voldemort's current body, and an inexplicable sense of peace arose in his heart.

However, Voldemort's malice and madness were far beyond what Harry could influence at the moment. In less than a second, Voldemort broke free from the effects of the Calm Mind spell.

"So, it was you who influenced my servant's mind just now! Not bad, staffless spellcasting! Such a genius, you must be..."

"Sand and stones flying everywhere!"

Hidden behind the boulder, Dudley suddenly launched an attack on Voldemort. The wand in his hand, Deegg, emitted a blue light, and a magical sandstorm, carrying rubble and debris, rapidly attacked the somewhat frail and ugly figure against the backdrop of towering blue flames.

As Dudley channeled powerful magic into his wand, continuously whipping up clouds of sand and dust, he roared, "Idiot! I'm Harry!"

It wasn't that he didn't want to cast the spell quickly and not give Voldemort a chance to talk nonsense, but rather that powerful white spells like Sandstorm, which are quite difficult to cast, require some practice and familiarity before they can be used.

Dudley hadn't systematically studied spellcasting; he'd only relied on haphazard practice from books during his Muggle days. The fact that he could cast spells so quickly was largely due to the powerful magical talent he gained after merging with the Philosopher's Stone.

"Another genius!" Voldemort's voice suddenly rang in Dudley's ears. "You're Harry Potter's cousin, aren't you!"

Dudley was startled. Before he knew it, Voldemort had once again transformed Quirrell's body into black smoke, which passed through the gaps in the flying sand and stones and appeared beside him.

He quickly unleashed a straight punch.

Unfortunately, Voldemort's spell, which depleted Quirrell's life force, was activated even faster.

"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"

The Cruciatus Curse struck Dudley mercilessly, sending him flying backward in agony as he wielded his wand in one hand and delivered a powerful punch in the other, crashing onto a pile of rubble. The Sandstorm Curse dissipated with it.

Dudley did not touch Voldemort's body, i.e. Quirrell's body, and the Cruciatus Curse was not an instant-kill attack.

His 'weakened version of maternal protection' trait failed to take effect.

"cousin--"

When Harry saw his cousin being hit by the curse and sent flying, he could no longer remain calm and let out an anxious shout.

Now, his identity can no longer be hidden.

Harry wanted to run over to check on Dudley's injuries, but Hagrid strode over and blocked his way, protecting him tightly behind him.

"You big oaf! You're still as silly as ever! Your secrets are either written on your face or spilled out of your mouth."

Your anxious little expression and the way you glanced back when I was speaking just now told me everything!

"Thinking back to those days, when I framed you, you big idiot, I almost had a fit of phobia and messed things up. I really miss those times!"

Voldemort approached Hagrid and Harry step by step, his words chilling Hagrid to the bone.

"You...it was you?!" Hagrid's mouth dropped open. "Yes, I should have known. No one but you could be that bad!"

"Hahaha! You big dummy! Get lost! Stop trying to make me laugh with your stupid big face!"

Voldemort laughed wildly, like a villain whose wish was about to be fulfilled.

Feeling wrinkles and spots gradually appearing on his face, specifically the back of Quirrell's head, he didn't delay any longer and cast the spell again: "Cut in pieces!"

Hagrid's red and yellow striped coat, along with the shirt underneath, instantly shredded into strips of cloth, and a pile of odds and ends fell out, including a fake magic stone wrapped in kraft paper and hemp rope.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Voldemort let out another arrogant laugh, and with a flick of his wand, the small paper packet flew into Quirrell's now aged hand.

"Those are Dumbledore's things! Ah—give them back to me!"

With his shirt torn, Hagrid let out a furious roar, his rage even surpassing his fear of Voldemort. The umbrella wand he gripped tightly in his large hand immediately emitted a dazzling white light.

However, Voldemort casually waved his wand, and Hagrid's Transfiguration Charm was deflected by an invisible shield, striking a stalactite nearby.

The stalactite instantly transformed into a dead rat covered in sores and oozing pus.

"Crushed to pieces!"

As Voldemort deflected Hagrid's Transfiguration Charm, he delivered a follow-up blow to Hagrid.

Hagrid's massive body was blasted away by an explosive burst of energy, landing heavily on the ground, covered in blood.

At this moment, Dudley, far away, barely managed to withstand the intense pain brought on by the Cruciatus Curse thanks to his unwavering willpower from his two lifetimes.

As he regained consciousness, he saw the tip of Voldemort's wand glow with the Crucifixion spell once again, and this time, the target of the spell was his cousin.

"Do not--"

Dudley let out a furious roar, knowing that the protection of maternal love would not work against the Cruciatus Curse, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

With intense anger and resentment, an extremely powerful golden magic emanated from Dudley, instantly engulfing Voldemort, who was about to attack Harry, and the vast space around them.

This time, his magic has truly gone off the rails!