Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 145 The Dark Lord, the End!

Voldemort once came across records about Avada Chain Lightning in the Restricted Section of Hogwarts.

The book describes it as an extremely terrifying spell. Once cast, it can kill multiple targets at the same time. It is extremely powerful!
However, although the power of this spell is extremely strong, it is not inferior to those ancient magics that have long been lost.

But even so, even Voldemort, who was extremely eager for power, never tried to learn this spell.

You should know that black magic often comes with terrible side effects, and as it is used, it will gradually corrode the user's soul.

The impact of Avada Chain Lightning on the user's mental level is dozens of times stronger than that of an ordinary Killing Curse!
Even he couldn't assert that after casting Avada Lightning Chain many times, he could still stick to his original intention and not be overwhelmed by the crazy desire to kill, and become an out-of-control monster who only knew how to slaughter.

In the relevant records of Avada Lightning Chain, apart from a few legendary wizards in ancient times, only one wizard has successfully mastered Avada Lightning Chain in the past few hundred years.

During his studies, this wizard had transformed into a terrifying killing machine, brutally slaughtering thousands of people. His bloody atrocities were simply horrifying!
Recalling what the wizard had done, even though Voldemort was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine and a chill in his heart.

In comparison, he actually felt that in some aspects, he could be considered a "kind" wizard.

Harry had previously mocked him about how many people he had killed the next day, whether it was hundreds, and this sentence was not at all inappropriate when applied to that wizard!
At this moment, Voldemort looked at Harry with a complicated expression. If Harry really mastered the Avada Chain Lightning and was not swayed by the crazy desire to kill, it would mean that Harry had surpassed him in the field of the Killing Curse.

Who would have believed that a first-year wizard could surpass the Dark Lord in his proficiency in the Killing Curse?
What makes it even more absurd is that this little wizard is a household name in the magic world and is regarded as a savior who is a symbol of hope!

Spicy balls!

Isn't this spicy?
If even the savior falls into depravity, who else can step forward and save this precarious wizarding world?
When Voldemort thought that he might become the savior in the future and save the wizarding world from the out-of-control Harry, his expression became extremely ugly, with disgust on his face and his facial features twisted together in unwillingness.

No, Harry is too dangerous, he must be eliminated!
Time passed little by little, and after a few minutes, Voldemort's body became weaker and weaker, almost drained of all his vitality, and was on the verge of collapse.

The light on the magic stone in his hand also shone to the extreme, and the dazzling light made it impossible to look directly at it.

At this moment, Voldemort seemed to have aged by a dozen years in an instant. The wrinkles on his face were piled up layer by layer, and his skin was loose and dull. He looked even more haggard than the white-haired Dumbledore.

He was breathing heavily, and every breath seemed difficult and heavy, but his eyes were flashing with an almost crazy light.

He stared at Harry intently, his voice hoarse and frantic: "Potter, I won this battle after all!"

Then, he suddenly crushed the Philosopher's Stone!
In an instant, a powerful and mysterious force suddenly erupted with him as the center!
The Philosopher's Stone suddenly shattered, decomposing into crimson magical auras that enveloped Voldemort layer by layer.

Voldemort's appearance recovered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his originally withered and old face gradually became fuller.

Seeing this, Harry's face showed shock and anger, and he stared at the scene in front of him.

Without hesitation, he continued to attack Voldemort, roaring, "Voldemort, you will never succeed!"

Voldemort barely waved his wand, building up a series of defenses in front of him and struggling to block Harry's attack.

The huge impact of magic power made his body shake, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

However, his expression became increasingly distorted with joy, and he said hoarsely, "No, Potter, the Philosopher's Stone has been activated, the result is a foregone conclusion, you can't change anything!"

Just as Voldemort was waiting to admire Harry's desperate expression and immersed in the joy of impending victory, he suddenly noticed something strange.

No, that's not right!
After hearing his words, Harry's expression instantly changed to a completely different one. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, and he teased:

"I see, then I won't worry anymore!"

"What?" Voldemort instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't understand why Harry suddenly calmed down and why he didn't stop himself?

Is it...

The next moment, the highly dense magic power in the outermost layer of the Philosopher's Stone was completely consumed, and the crimson magic torrent that enveloped Voldemort was rapidly reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the receding tide.

Voldemort was struck by lightning, and suddenly realized something. His eyes widened and he roared:
"No, Dumbledore, you lied to me. This stone is not the real Philosopher's Stone!"

However, no matter how angry he was, he could not change his own impending demise.

He had already exhausted Quirrell's life force, and even if he found the real Philosopher's Stone, he would not be able to activate it.

Voldemort was filled with resentment, and cast a vicious gaze at Harry, gritting his teeth and saying:
"Potter, look at how complacent you are. You and that old Dumbledore are plotting against me together!
But never mind, I don't have much time left, but before that, I can still use up the last bit of my strength to drag you down with me!"

At this moment, without the restraint of the Philosopher's Stone, the magic power that had just been injected into the fake Philosopher's Stone quickly dispersed in all directions like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

However, Voldemort, with his extraordinary magical attainments, skillfully controlled these magical powers. Under his control, the violent magical powers began to gather, compress, and gradually condense into shape.

Not long after, a ball of crimson flame appeared out of nowhere. This flame was like the fire from hell, burning fiercely and emitting heart-pounding magical fluctuations!
Harry sensed the magic contained in the crimson fireball and his expression changed slightly. Once it exploded, it would be enough to destroy everything within a radius of hundreds of meters!
The power of a desperate attack by a strong man like Voldemort is beyond imagination, and even he finds it difficult to resist.

but……

"You have no chance!"

Harry's voice suddenly sounded behind Voldemort. Hearing the voice behind him, Voldemort's heart trembled and he turned his head suddenly, but everything happened too fast and it was too late for him!
The next moment, the sharp blade cut through the air, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, and flashed past Voldemort's neck!

Immediately afterwards, a head was lifted up by the blood pressure, flew high into the air, and then fell with a thud on the cracked and dilapidated floor of the secret room.

At the same time, the terrifying fireball that was about to form quickly dissipated.

After being beheaded, Voldemort still had a last bit of consciousness. He was extremely puzzled, and his eyes happened to sweep over the place where Harry had just stood.

Harry was clearly still in the same place, so how could he appear behind him and deal him a fatal blow?
What kind of magic is this?!

At this time, Harry, who stayed where he was, gradually became ethereal and turned into golden butterflies, which fluttered away.

This is the magic of Kamar-Taj, the form of Archaon!

Long before Voldemort was about to use the fake Philosopher's Stone to reshape his body, Harry quietly used the form of Archaon, creating a clone that stood in the same place and bewitched Voldemort.

His real body quietly lurked behind Voldemort, lying dormant patiently, waiting for the opportunity.

When Voldemort discovered that the Philosopher's Stone was fake, his emotions fluctuated violently and a flaw appeared. He seized this opportunity, took decisive action, and killed him in one fell swoop!

There is no doubt that Harry's plan was successful!
After a while, Harry took a break and waved his wand.

Voldemort's lifeless body slowly floated up and hung behind him.

He walked leisurely, slowly heading out of the secret room amidst the chaos.

Voldemort is here, ended by Harry Potter!
He passed through one secret room after another and finally returned to the room he first entered.

Fluffy had a strong vitality, and with the life potion that Harry fed him, he had recovered most of his strength.

Seeing Harry flying out of the trapdoor, Lu Wei suddenly became excited. He rushed forward with his huge body, stretched out his long tongue, and couldn't wait to lick Harry's face.

If Harry hadn't reacted quickly and cast the Shield Charm to cover himself, he would probably be covered in saliva.

Harry gently patted Fluffy's head to calm him down, then opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Harry noticed something strange and smiled. At this time, dense footsteps came from the distance and approached quickly!
Soon, many professors, led by Dumbledore, and the prefects came quickly and came into Harry's sight.

The professors had different reactions when they saw Harry. Dumbledore showed his usual kind smile when he saw Harry.

Professor Cat Cat's expression was serious, but his eyes were full of concern.

Snape, who usually kept his emotions to himself, reacted greatly and breathed a sigh of relief.

The other professors also smiled sincerely.

Hermione and Ron were among them. Seeing that Harry was fine, they breathed a sigh of relief and ran over, saying happily:

"Harry, I'm so glad you're okay!"

But, suddenly...

They didn't know what they saw, and their bodies suddenly froze in place!
Voldemort's body and head were seen walking out of the door behind him little by little, with trickles of blood still flowing from the broken ends of his head and body.

After seeing this scene, all the professors and prefects except Dumbledore changed their expressions drastically, and even Hermione and Ron looked horrified.

Harry subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to explain, but everyone in front of him also took a step back.

He was full of helplessness and complained:
"Look, damn Voldemort, he's frightened everyone!"

(End of this chapter)