Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Although I don't want to admit it, the truth is this—if they really fought one-on-one in a head-on confrontation, then Charlie Black wouldn't be a match for Voldemort in his prime…

Of course, the gap between them wasn't as huge as that between ordinary wizards. Google Search Read

After all, they were both existences that surpassed ordinary wizards, and they were definitely on par in terms of spellcasting techniques and proficiency… At most, it was just that Voldemort's Avada Kedavra was a bit stronger, and Charlie's Transfiguration was slightly better.

And what truly allowed Voldemort to overwhelm Charlie was actually their experience…

After all, being geniuses, everything else could be obtained through comprehension. But this one thing, no matter who it was, had to be enriched through life's accumulation.

Facing Voldemort, who had lived for decades longer, such a comparison was undoubtedly unfair to Charlie, but there was no choice, because battle was always synonymous with blood and cruelty, and fairness had no place in it.

“Heh heh heh heh…”

Finally, time passed bit by bit, and the mist surrounding "Quirrell" was completely reabsorbed, filling his body.

The blurry figure thus became completely clear in front of Charlie's eyes.

In the distance, his limbs twisted, occasionally bringing up some unnatural rhythm.

His face was terrifying, and things that looked like muscles or tendons wriggled under his face, making his stiff expression even more ferocious.

“Hahahaha——”

He laughed, his smile bright, revealing two rows of white teeth, frantically releasing emotions that had been suppressed for who knows how long.

“Charlie…”

After a long time, Voldemort, having finished venting, turned his gaze to Charlie Black's expression.

He slowly raised his chin with restraint, his eyes half-closed, and a hint of false reminiscence appeared on his face.

It seemed that at this moment, the two sides of the cat-and-mouse game had switched roles.

“Tsk tsk tsk… look at you, even after so many years, you're still the same as before… I think this is probably our first official meeting in ten years, right?”

After speaking, Voldemort lowered his head and sized up his body.

“Sorry… there was no more decent way, so I can only temporarily rely on this ugly shell to meet you, I hope you don't mind.”

Faced with the seemingly polite Voldemort, Charlie had no desire to play this childish game with him.

Now, the only question he was concerned with was how much of his strength Voldemort could recover after using this inexplicable magic…

So, Charlie merely raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, and then mercilessly mocked,

“In my opinion, you look much better now than you did as a ghost… At least I won't throw up when I see you.”

After hearing Charlie's words, Voldemort, who had just recovered and was in high spirits and wanted to say a few more words, immediately darkened his face.

In his half-closed eyes, an uncontrollable killing intent instantly surged. He restrained his expression and said nothing more.

Instead, he took the lead in waving his wand, beginning his first contest with Charlie Black after twelve years.

“Boom!”

A green light suddenly bloomed, without any so-called pre-casting. Even a powerful spell like Avada Kedavra was easily mastered in Voldemort's hands.

Moreover, from any point of view, it had already killed the attack that Quirrell had released not long ago.

Charlie's expression remained the same, and at the same time as Voldemort made his move, his arm suddenly raised upward.

“Rumble!”

The ground cracked, and a huge stone wall rose directly from the ground, stretching across the center of Charlie and Voldemort, taking the blow for him.

The spell exchange just now seemed like a simple test from both sides, or like a battle horn, and a great battle was about to break out.

“Boom!”

The stone wall that had just appeared was shattered into powder in just one second, and bursts of black smoke condensed around Voldemort and began to gather, driving his body straight into the sky, whistling towards Charlie's location.

Around them, trees seemed to be given souls, and huge roots that were rooted underground broke out of the soil. They grew outward frantically, intertwined and aggregated, and wrapped around Voldemort's body, forming one cage after another, attempting to intercept his movements.

But it was useless. Even though he was not familiar with the body he was currently using, Voldemort was still Voldemort.

Continuous flickering and shifting allowed him to walk through the roots and vines as if he were strolling in a courtyard. No matter how quickly the branches spread, they could only be one step slower than him, watching him get closer and closer to Charlie, and even have time to utter a few taunts.

“Hahahaha! It seems that you haven't made much progress in the past ten years! Still like this!? Still just Transfiguration? What a pathetic child…”

However, just as he was about to crash into Charlie and directly strangle the other party with a soul attack, a roaring black fire suddenly covered Charlie's surroundings, and instantly burned fiercely, rejecting him from the outside.

“What is this?”

Obviously, caught off guard, Voldemort was surprised by Charlie's move.

The action of swooping straight forward was also forced to stop by this strange flame, stopping abruptly in mid-air.

“It seems that you are not as useless as I thought in these ten years. Is this your new trick? I wonder if it can make me feel satisfied…”

As he spoke, he naturally would not show mercy. With a light stroke of his wand in the air, a crescent-shaped arc of light that tore through the air shot towards the black flame.

“Be careful not to get burned…”

In the sea of fire, Charlie looked up at Voldemort in mid-air and replied coldly, then pointed his wand directly at his location.

“Die again!”

The surging flames seemed to have received an order, and the flames that had been devouring the surrounding trees to help them burn suddenly converged together. Under Charlie's control, it turned into a burning, lifelike giant lion, colliding with the dark green arc of light.

In the next second, the arc of light shattered, but the lion was still fierce, and its momentum did not diminish. Instead, with the help of the surrounding trees, it expanded two circles, bared its teeth and claws, and wanted to swallow Voldemort in one bite.

“Swish!”

Voldemort's expression did not change, and the cloak on his body moved without wind, waving up and drawing a sharp trajectory in the air with some strange power, directly cutting off half of the lion's head.

However, fire has no fixed form. The moment its head was severed, the lion's entire body disintegrated, instantly transforming into chains that lashed out at Voldemort's neck, wrists, torso, and other vital areas…

Although Charlie knew that at this moment, the only thing truly belonging to Voldemort on that body was his soul, and even if he burned it to ashes, it wouldn't cause any serious harm to Voldemort himself.

But according to the original plan, all Charlie needed to do was inflict heavy damage and then let him slink away. There was no need to consider the difficult problem of how to keep him here…

After all, besides his vicious dark magic, Voldemort's most praised trait was his cockroach-like resilience, his inability to die.

… … … … … … … … … … … … …

Just as the two were engaged in a fierce battle, outside the Forbidden Forest, Harry, who had been running forward with all his might, suddenly felt a jolt in his brain…

The scar on his forehead reacted, sending a burning pain through his entire body.

Caught off guard, he "thumped" and fell to the ground.

His eyes squeezed shut instinctively, Harry used all his strength to press down on the scar that was constantly releasing pain, his body trembling faintly from the stimulation.

Before his eyes, random images began to flash wildly.

Raging black flames… ugly, growing, and wriggling trees… and in the center of the flames, a blurry but familiar figure…

“Ahhhhh!”

The things that were constantly being forced into his mind caused his brain to ache terribly. Finally, it crashed, and with a shout, he fainted.

… … …

“Harry!”

“Harry! What’s wrong with you!?”

Not long after Harry fainted, Ron and Hermione, who had been closely following him, caught up.

They saw Harry lying on the ground ahead at a glance. Anxious, they ran even faster, rushing to his side, calling out urgently as they lifted him up.

“Hermione! Look, look at what’s wrong with Harry!?”

Helpless, Ron cradled Harry's limp head, trying to prop him up. However, he was not knowledgeable and had no experience dealing with such situations, so he could only instinctively look to Hermione for guidance.

“I… I don’t know either… Was Harry attacked!?”

However, Hermione's reaction wasn't much better than Ron's… After all, she was just an eleven-year-old girl who had only lived in the Muggle world and had never witnessed such sudden situations, so she was naturally flustered and didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, not long after, Draco, who had been following the three, also hurried over. After Ron and Hermione briefly explained the situation to him, he didn't hesitate and quickly checked Harry's breathing and whether he had suffered any injuries.

After turning him over and confirming everything, Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

“He’s not injured, and his breathing is steady… He probably just fainted.”

“Then… then what do we do?” The anxious look on Ron's face didn't disappear with Draco's words; instead, it intensified as he glanced back inside, growing even more worried.

“Should we still go inside?”

“… … …”

Draco pursed his lips, looked at the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and then at the unconscious Harry. After a long while, he stood up firmly and replied,

“You guys stay here and take care of Harry… I’ll go take a look inside.”

“Draco… are you sure?”

Hermione frowned slightly, looking as if she wasn't very happy with his decision to venture alone.

After a moment, she hesitated and said,

“Otherwise, I…”

However, before she could finish speaking, Draco interrupted her decisively.

He shook his head firmly, refusing, saying,

“If it’s just me, I’m confident I can get out, but bringing another person would only be a burden… You guys just stay safe. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

With that, he turned around and continued into the forest without looking back…

… … … … … … … … … … … … …

Since their location was surrounded by trees, it was the perfect home-field advantage for the Fire Shield Charm!

At first, Charlie didn't use fire magic right away because he was worried about causing uncontrollable consequences.

But now, facing a nearly fully powered Voldemort, Charlie didn't dare to be careless to prevent any problems.

Instantly, the originally quiet and secluded forest was transformed into a sea of ​​flames stretching for thousands of meters.

“Damn it!”

In mid-air, the situation had completely reversed. Voldemort desperately dodged the strands of fire that were advancing wildly, finally breaking down.

Losing his initial composure, he abandoned all pretense and cursed Charlie,

“You despicable! Shameless! Hypocritical scum!

I will kill you!

I will kill you!!”

“You should take care of yourself first!!”

A drop of sweat trickled down Charlie's forehead, whether due to the rising temperature or the mental strain of controlling such a vast amount of fire.

His gaze remained fixed on Voldemort's figure, his hands moving with his eyes.

No matter how fast Voldemort was, as long as he was still in this fire field, there would be no chance for him to counterattack. Because every inch of soil touched by the flames would instantly be taken over by Charlie, becoming part of his mental extension, as easy to command as his own limbs!

Clearly, Voldemort also realized this problem.

No matter how unwilling he was in his heart, no matter how angry he was looking at that figure in the sea of ​​fire, he still made the right choice…

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. Anyway, he had already obtained enough life force from Quirrell's body. Although he couldn't reshape his physical body, it was much better than before… If he knew when to quit now, then he would still gain something. If he really stayed and fought Charlie to the death, then the result would be predictable.

Although he didn't believe that Charlie, who was supporting such a huge amount of magic, could last too long, he also knew that this body was only forcibly controlled by him because of the spell's effect, and he would definitely not be able to hold out until the flames died out…

Thinking of this, he decisively abandoned Quirrell's body, turning into a faint wisp of a wraith, rushing out with a dark green mist.

He shouted at Charlie, who was staring at him on the ground, “I’ll let you go this time!

Don’t think you’ll always be so lucky! Charlie Black!

Next time! Next time I will definitely kill you!!”

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