The humanoid form that had once become Voldemort continued to change. His height shrank from that of a typical adult, hair began to grow on
The humanoid form that had once become Voldemort continued to change. His height shrank from that of a typical adult, hair began to grow on his once-bald head, and his snake-like slits of a nose gradually became normal. Even his facial features transformed significantly—Voldemort was turning into Harry Potter.
No—more precisely, he was becoming a fusion of Harry Potter and Tom Riddle.
A version of Harry Potter appeared, more handsome than the original.
The black smoke swirling around him morphed into a perfectly tailored Hogwarts school uniform.
"Who is he now?"
Snape grabbed Regulus and stared at him intensely as he demanded an answer.
"Don't ask me! I want to know who he is too."
Regulus Black stared at the large screen, where the new Harry Potter looked around in all directions, occasionally glancing at his own hands or touching his face. No matter who he was, he seemed just as surprised by the transformation as everyone else.
"This is wonderful! He's not Voldemort, definitely not. He's Harry Potter—yes, he is Harry Potter!"
Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge actually declared this conclusion aloud, laughing heartily as if everything were back to normal.
"Whether he is or isn't, we'll find out soon enough."
Dumbledore found the situation extremely troublesome. Like all leaders, he hated unexpected changes—for they meant a loss of control.
The handsome Harry Potter finally stopped examining himself and with a flick of his hand, Harry Potter's wand returned to his grip.
"Master? Master! I am your loyal servant, Peter."
With a hint of hesitation, Peter Pettigrew emerged before the handsome Harry Potter. He was clearly stunned to see Harry's face—this was not what he expected.
The spell from outside had freed Harry from the statue. In his final moments, he had leapt into the cauldron of potion. Ordinarily, improperly mixed potions should produce all kinds of strange results—but this? This outcome? Was this person Voldemort or Harry Potter? It was now almost impossible to tell.
Call him Voldemort? He had Harry Potter's face—only more attractive.
Call him Harry Potter? He radiated Voldemort's aura—that noble, elegant, sinister, and terrifying presence surged straight toward Peter Pettigrew.
"Thank you, Peter Pettigrew… for making me what I am now."
The voice was dual-toned, as if two people were speaking the same words at the same time, right beside one's ear.
One voice was cold and ruthless, the other soft and gentle.
"I'm willing to do anything for you, Master."
Peter believed this person was still mostly Voldemort, so he felt secretly relieved at his earlier caution.
"Oh? Anything?" The handsome Harry Potter revealed a peculiar smile. "In that case, go to Azkaban for me."
"Yes, Master! Uh—what?"
Peter agreed instinctively, only to realize a second later what the man had just said.
"Stupefy!"
With a wave of his wand, the handsome Harry Potter cast the Stunning Spell, instantly subduing Peter Pettigrew—the very culprit behind the deaths of Harry's parents. At long last, he had been captured.
The handsome Harry Potter first hoisted Cedric onto his back, then grabbed Pettigrew by the collar.
"Accio Cup!"
The Triwizard Cup, enchanted as a Portkey, flew into the handsome Harry's hand.
After a rush of spinning and twisting, he returned to Hogwarts.
"I'm back, everyone! Sadly, Cedric is dead. I couldn't save him."
He tossed Peter Pettigrew roughly to the ground and gently laid Cedric down.
Everyone around him remained silent, staring at him. No one dared speak—who knew who they were really talking to?
"Cedric! My son, Cedric, no!"
Amos Diggory clutched his son's body, weeping uncontrollably. He had no mind to care who the man before him was—whether it was Voldemort or Harry Potter. None of that mattered. All he knew was that his son was dead. Just like in the original story, Cedric Diggory had died.
Regulus Black stepped beside Amos Diggory to comfort the grief-stricken father. At the same time, he quietly removed Cedric's gauntlet and let a stream of spells flow over it.
"What's going on with everyone? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Handsome Harry Potter wore an innocent expression. He was completely puzzled by the strange looks everyone was giving him.
"It's because none of them know what to call you—Harry Potter, or Voldemort."
Regulus Black had already reclaimed five of the gauntlets. The only one left was the one on Harry Potter's arm.
"Are you joking, Assistant Professor Black? I'm Harry Potter. How could I possibly be Voldemort? That's absurd."
Handsome Harry Potter grew agitated, his previously charming expression beginning to distort, as if some inner demon was on the verge of emerging.
Everyone stepped back. Clearly, he couldn't be regarded as just Harry Potter. Merely a few words from Regulus were enough to make him reveal such a hideous side.
The surrounding Aurors began to close in, their wands trembling as they pointed at the handsome Harry Potter.
"You don't mind if I take a look at your gauntlet, do you? Since you chose to return to Hogwarts, I believe this is truly Harry Potter's choice."
As Regulus Black spoke, he slowly reached toward the gauntlet.
Inside, handsome Harry Potter was torn. On one hand, he knew what Regulus Black intended to do wouldn't be in his favor. On the other, he also knew Regulus Black would never harm him.
The two conflicting thoughts twisted and tangled in his mind.
Regulus Black successfully touched the gauntlet and infused it with the same set of spells as before.
"It's over now. No matter who you are, after tonight, there will be no more Voldemort."
After saying this, Regulus Black stepped back a few paces.
"I'm not Voldemort. I'm Harry Potter."
Once again, Harry's face twisted, even more severely than before.
"Soul Seal Sextet!"
Regulus Black swung his wand. The five gauntlets that had been set aside immediately flew over and clamped onto Harry Potter's arms, aligning perfectly with the existing one to form a set of six.
Harry, his face contorted, was immediately dragged to the ground by the crushing weight on his arms. All the magic belonging to Voldemort had been turned into pure gravity.
"What did you do? Let me go! I won't let you get away with this—you're dead!"
Mad with rage, Harry Potter flailed with his other hand, pointing his wand at Regulus Black, but no magic came out. It was as if his wand had gone completely dead.
"Everyone's exhausted tonight. Time to disperse. All students, return to your dorms. We'll hold a celebration in a few days."
Regulus Black waved his wand and dismissed the giant screen, finally snapping everyone back to their senses—it was already past midnight.
Everyone still wanted to know the truth, but now clearly wasn't the time for students to remain.
No one made a fuss. Even the members of the Thebes Legion stayed silent. Their magical source had vanished. Cedric's death meant the end of the enchantment of the love potion. From now on, there would be no more Thebes Legion. Everyone returned to their normal view of love—and they would painfully realize that no girl would ever love them.
The Thebes Legion would exist no longer. Once a member, always a member—but only in memory.
"Regulus! What on earth just happened here?"
Dumbledore, for once, had completely lost control of the situation, and that deeply unsettled him.
"Regulus! What's Harry Potter's condition right now?"
Snape only cared about Harry Potter, even if that body might contain the Dark Lord he feared most.
"Regulus! With something like this happening during the tournament, it's completely ruined! There will never be another Triwizard Tournament again!"
Minister of Magic Fudge and Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Barty both wore expressions as if the world were ending. The Goblet of Fire had been a disaster.
"Regulus! My son Cedric is dead!"
Amos Diggory stepped in as well.
"I will bring Cedric back."
Regulus Black flung off the hands gripping his robes with a wave of his arm.
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