Chapter 743 - 291: The Death Eaters Must Be Purged, But Not Completely
Chapter 743: Chapter 291: The Death Eaters Must Be Purged, But Not Completely
Almost in an instant, Harry activated his self-defense mechanism.
However, this surprise attack was not aimed at Harry’s physical body but at his mental defenses.
Suddenly, Harry felt a darkness before his eyes, and in the next moment, he found himself standing in the sunlit Hogwarts Valley.
What’s going on? Isn’t it supposed to be nighttime now? Why is there sunlight?
He then realized that he most likely encountered a mental attack, and someone invaded his spiritual world!
Upon realizing this, he wasn’t anxious anymore.
In the ancient magic-enhanced spiritual world, he was akin to God. In simple terms, he was the GM of his own little spiritual world.
Cheating? Cheating couldn’t describe it.
He began to meticulously search his spiritual world to find where the intruder was.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he found a hooded figure by the Black Lake shore in the Hogwarts Valley of his spiritual world.
It seemed somewhat familiar.
With a thought, that figure appeared in front of him.
"Harry Potter..."
A delicate voice sounded, and the more Harry listened, the more familiar it felt.
"You are...?" he asked uncertainly.
"Can’t even recognize an old friend? It truly is disheartening, Potter..." The figure giggled, lifting the hood to reveal a charming and pleasant face.
It’s Voldemort in the male-female version.
Oh, crap, it should be called Melop.
Harry’s mouth twitched; he really couldn’t understand why this version of Tom would maintain such a form.
"I mean, did you completely change gender?" he curiously asked.
"Yes, changing gender isn’t a difficult thing for a wizard," Voldemort... no, Miss Melop giggled. "Moreover, a female identity can help me hide better, make people less wary, even willingly let me have my way, which is much more fulfilling than using a Soul-snatching Curse to control others."
Harry was silent.
He truly was silent, not knowing what to say.
After a while, he finally squeezed out a sentence: "You’re really twisted now..."
"Twisted?" Miss Melop lightly smiled, "Perhaps, but this is indeed an unimagined path..."
With that, she lifted her robe, revealing two white and gracefully curved legs — but that’s not the point, the point is the two weapons strapped to her legs.
One long, one short.
"What is that?" Harry asked with interest.
"This," Miss Melop drew out the two weapons, combining them into a scythe, "a Scythe of Death, haven’t you seen such a thing before?"
With that, she waved the scythe, and it seemed as if the surrounding space would be torn apart by it.
But it wasn’t.
Miss Melop let out a surprised ’huh,’ clearly not expecting that the Scythe of Death, which could even tear through space, couldn’t cut through Harry’s little wizardly spiritual world.
"I’m curious, why did you return to Hogwarts, to the UK?"
Harry wasn’t in any rush; he had just sensed the strength of that Scythe of Death — it might be strong, but this was my world.
"To my knowledge, Voldemort seems very not fond of you, holding a grudge for what you did to him back then. Your main soul is quite petty, you should know this... In fact, not long ago, he even discussed with me about teaming up to deal with you."
"Oh, really?" Miss Melop narrowed her scarlet eyes, "But you should also know we are essentially the same person. How could I not know what he’s thinking? In fact, if it weren’t for that fool giving you this illusion, I wouldn’t have managed to succeed so easily."
"What are you planning to do next?" Harry asked leisurely, "After dealing with me, that is."
"Devour him," Miss Melop smiled enigmatically, "Such good nourishment, such a good opportunity, not cherishing it would earn Merlin’s disdain..."
"You two really get along well." Harry said, "But have you thought about the possibility that he’s actually laying a trap for you behind the scenes?"
"Really?"
Miss Melop swung the Scythe of Death, "Either way, you will be the first to embrace death... So, Harry, can you tell me what kind of death you’d like?"
"I want to die of old age." Harry replied crisply.
"You’re being naughty, Harry." Miss Melop swung the scythe, "Naughty children deserve to be punished..."
With that, she brought down the scythe.
Nothing happened.
Then she discovered her scythe suddenly appeared in Harry’s hand.
"Your scythe is nice," Harry said, holding the scythe with a grin, "but now it’s mine!"
"What?!" Miss Melop clearly didn’t expect Harry to take her scythe, and even more so, he did it silently.
She’s aware that the Scythe of Death is immune to magic spell attacks, even able to negate Avada Kedavra!
Yet this ordinary fourth-year student could silently take the Scythe of Death?
Miss Melop found herself doubting life.
No, he’s still a fourth year, right?
It’s no wonder Miss Melop underestimated him. After all, she left Hogwarts in her first year and never had the chance to experience Harry’s fearsomeness, and Voldemort simply didn’t share that intel with her.
It led Miss Melop to view him merely as "a slightly stronger fourth-year student," even underestimating Voldemort himself.