Harry's sudden scream startled both Snape and Sirius. The two, who had just been excitedly punching the air, immediately stared at him anxiously, occasionally glancing at the screen where Voldemort was also screaming.
Sirius cheered him on from the side, "Hold on, Harry! Wayne has already succeeded, we'll soon completely eliminate the Dark Lord!"
Snape also spoke encouraging words, his tone gentle, "Harry, if you succeed, I won't deduct a single house point from you next semester, not even one."
Forcing himself to endure the brain pain and dizziness that threatened to make him faint at any moment, Harry actually felt somewhat better upon hearing Snape's words, even managing to open his eyes.
"Professor, next semester Slughorn will be teaching me, and besides... how could I possibly live until - that time?"
Snape's hand trembled. He actually saw determination to die in those familiar eyes.
No!
Absolutely not!
"Harry, I have resurrection potions, Lawrence has Ho-Oh, even if you die, we can bring you back."
"It's no use, my soul is entangled with Voldemort's. Wayne said that once the soul is destroyed, even Ho-Oh can't save me."
"Did Lily die for nothing then!" Snape roared madly: "Harry! You're not living just for yourself! You carry the Potter legacy, you carry Lily's love - how dare you choose death!"
Sirius also gripped Harry's hand excitedly, "There must be a way, Wayne is so powerful, you don't have to die."
Harry nodded weakly, closing his eyes again, desperately operating the Meditation Technique to consolidate his mental strength and reach for the scar on his forehead.
...
Meanwhile, Wayne was continuously assaulting Voldemort's mental defences while also receiving an unexpected bonus.
This was his first time activating the World Ender state, with the Darkin power completely unsealed, actually breaking through that barrier to reach a completely new realm.
Legend!
Wayne felt as if he had become a deity of this world, where every action could influence changes in heaven and earth—though only within a small area.
This was the Legend Domain.
Within the coverage of the Domain of a Legend, aspects that they excel at would be greatly enhanced.
A Legend healer would become an unkillable cockroach, while a fire specialist would turn their Domain into a fire elemental plane.
As for Wayne, having reached the Legend realm through the shortcut of unleashing his Darkin form via World Ender, his Domain was filled with destructive power. With just a thought, mirror-like cracks appeared densely throughout space - the lament of space unable to bear the burden.
However, Wayne wasn't feeling comfortable either. The destructive power harmed both others and himself, constantly assaulting his mind and corroding his heart.
Fortunately, with his powerful mental strength and the innate bonus of the Witch's Heart, Wayne had high resistance to such negative effects, though he still had to devote considerable mental effort to suppression.
But in this state, dealing with Voldemort truly required only one hand.
Right now, no one in the entire world had higher negative emotions than him, and the Cruciatus Curse he unleashed had completely transcended the power limit of spells.
Voldemort's body had undergone multiple transformations, granting him extraordinarily powerful resistance to all forms of magic. He could no longer be considered a normal human being, yet his current screams were so piercingly agonised they could make children weep.
Most crucially, Wayne wasn't just torturing his flesh and soul - he was simultaneously delivering psychological blows.
"Voldemort, you've truly disappointed me."
"I've indulged you too many times. I didn't exterminate you when you resurrected because I wanted to see what surprises you might bring, whether you could push Dark Magic to unprecedented heights."
"But look what you've accomplished - merely evolving the Killing Curse, and you already presume to call yourself the master of Death, even daring to send followers to recruit the Greengrass family."
As he spoke, Wayne demonstrated another practical lesson, conjuring a spectral figure identical to the Death embodiment Voldemort had summoned earlier. The difference was that this one had wings growing from its back and clearly defined facial features.
Even through the pain, Voldemort's eyes widened in disbelief at the spectacle.
"See? Your spell has already taken my form. Though I can't be bothered using it, death is the most elementary punishment. Aren't you suffering far more than death right now?"
"AAAAARGH!"
"La...Lawrence!"
Voldemort's voice sounded like a vengeful spirit, his eyes bloodshot. Though he feared death, what he found utterly unacceptable was that Wayne surpassed him by such an immense margin.
Why?
Lawrence was only fifteen!
How could he possibly be this powerful!
How does one completely shatter a person's spirit?
Quite simply, by breaking them in the area they're most proud of.
Voldemort feared Dumbledore, but he always believed his Slytherin bloodline and innate talent would eventually allow him to surpass the old wizard completely.
But facing Wayne, after being defeated in a single move, he could find no justification or confidence that he might ever surpass this opponent.
Finally, Wayne voiced the truth Voldemort had never dared confront.
"You think Ravenclaw's Diadem in the Room of Requirement is your last hope? Sorry, but I destroyed it two years ago."
Boom!
The narrow, serpentine eyes completely lost their focus.
...
At Hogwarts, Harry finally located Hufflepuff's Cup after Voldemort's psychological defences completely collapsed.
Several vicious-looking Death Eaters, accompanied by two Mountain Trolls, were delivering stern warnings:
"Even if you come, you'll die here! Don't you dare step beyond these mountains!"
Harry recognised them—Dolohov, Alex, Bandega.
"France! The Pyrenees! The Troll camp!"
Harry's eyes snapped open, a flash of green passing through them. He tried to stand, but dizziness overwhelmed him, and he collapsed helplessly back into his chair.
Snape hurriedly produced a potion and forced it down Harry's throat, his complexion gradually improving.
"Rest here properly. Snivellus and I will retrieve the Horcrux." Sirius had already drawn his wand, loudly calling Ho-Oh's name as flames materialised and the legendary bird emerged.
Snape didn't even have the energy to protest the nickname now, radiating murderous intent with knife-sharp eyes.
After enduring for so many years, he'd finally gotten his chance for revenge.
"No, I have to go," Harry rasped. "The Pyrenees are too vast. Only I know the exact location."
"Ho-Oh, can you take us to the exact location?"
"Chirp!"
Ho-Oh proudly lifted its chin. As a legendary beast, distinguishing good from evil and reading hearts was merely a basic ability.
Harry widened his eyes, desperately recalling the memory he had just obtained, striving to remember every detail. He knew that the more detailed the visualisation for Apparition, the higher the success rate.
After just a few seconds of eye contact with Harry, Ho-Oh grabbed his hair. Sirius and Snape quickly placed their hands on him, and with a sensation of high-speed spinning, the group vanished from the spot.
Inside the cave of the giant's lair, several Death Eaters were listlessly roasting potatoes over a fire. They had been ordered to guard something they hadn't even seen, staying here for months, nearly driven mad with boredom, yet none dared disobey the Dark Lord's command.
From outside the cave came heavy thuds and roars, adding to their irritation.
'Brainless brutes. All they do is eat and fight all day. No wonder so few of them are left.'
Suddenly, the firelight in the cave flared violently, bright as daylight, as Ho-Oh arrived with Harry and the other two.
Seeing Snape and Sirius standing together, Dolohov immediately cast a spell. "Snape! The master was right - you've betrayed him!"
Ever since Dumbledore allied with the Ministry of Magic and Snape failed to report back, Voldemort had grown suspicious.
"Antonin." Snape swept the spells aside with his bat-like sleeves.
"I betrayed him fourteen years ago, when Voldemort killed Lily!"
Years of pent-up rage robbed Snape of his usual composure, making him act even more recklessly than Sirius.
There were six Death Eaters in total. Ho-Oh flew out to deal with the giants, leaving the rest to the three of them.
Harry removed his cloak, a dozen protective items glowing brilliantly around him, shielding him like a turtle shell, allowing him to focus entirely on attack.
Sirius was similarly equipped, both following the 'whale' approach. Only Snape appeared relatively impoverished, producing nothing extra.
Yet he was the most ferocious fighter, single-handedly engaging four Death Eaters, including the strongest - Dolohov and Alex.
His cloak transformed into dark mist, enveloping Alex. The situation inside was invisible, but piercing screams could be heard.
Dolohov and the other two Death Eaters frantically shot curses while Snape used the flight magic taught by Voldemort to dodge and weave. Seizing an opportunity, he Apparated directly before Dolohov, his eyes glowing with an eerie light, pupils slitted vertically.
"Mortis Petrificus!"
Thud!
Dolohov's body stiffened and collapsed to the ground. The Laceration Curse slashed the other two Death Eaters, dozens of wounds covering them as they screamed in agony.
Just then, Ho-Oh returned after dealing with the giants. With a single burst of flame, it reduced Harry and Sirius's opponents to charcoal.
In less than a minute, the battle was over.
"Snivellus, where did you learn such dark magic?" Sirius asked warily, watching Snape return to normal. He'd been genuinely frightened, as if he'd seen a human Basilisk before him.
Snape glanced at him without explanation. "Harry, where is Hufflepuff's Cup hidden?"
The first creature he fused with was a Thestral, which greatly enhanced his speed and reflexes.
The second... was the Basilisk, granting him powerful instant petrification magic and allowing his spells to carry deadly venom.
Harry pointed without hesitation behind a torch, "It's right there. Blast it open and you'll see."
"Bombarda!" Sirius struck, and the entire wall collapsed, revealing a secret chamber with a single cup on a table. None of the three touched it; only Ho-Oh lightly grasped Hufflepuff's Cup before landing on Harry's head, carrying him towards the battlefield.
...
In Fenwick Village, Wayne had already ceased torturing Voldemort. The moment Harry succeeded, he had also received the news through Ho-Oh.
There was no point in continuing. Voldemort lay on the ground, having realised his fate and given up struggling.
Lawrence wasn't Dumbledore – he wouldn't say something foolish like imprisoning him in Azkaban.
The figures of a boy and a bird descended from the sky.
Ho-Oh happily circled before Wayne, clutching the cup.
"Well done, Harry. Ho-Oh was brilliant, too." Wayne praised, taking out specially crafted Horcrux-destroying liquid and having Ho-Oh place the cup inside. Within five minutes at most, the soul fragment within would be destroyed.
"Harry Potter." Voldemort rasped. This was probably the calmest he had ever uttered Harry's name. "It seems prophecies are all lies. You are not my destined opponent, nor my nemesis."
"But you believed it, and got my parents killed, you fool." Harry looked at him, the Dark Lord whose name couldn't be mentioned now reduced to a dog-like state.
"How does it feel watching your Horcrux being destroyed?" Wayne asked.
"The winner takes all. I have nothing to say." Voldemort smiled, a twisted expression.
"Quite the performance." Wayne suddenly sneered mockingly. "Putting on such a willing-to-die act, but I still have one last Horcrux to destroy."
Wayne looked up towards the floating livestream orb. "Isn't that right, Tom?"
Voldemort's face changed dramatically.
Far away in Russia, Tom panicked too.
Wayne's system promptly issued a notification.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for triggering the mission — Every action has its consequences, and I am your retribution.]
[As the demon king created by the host's own hands, he shall perish by the host's hand.]
[Mission objective: Kill Tom Riddle. Mission reward: World Package ×1.]