237 Harry Potter: Death of Voldemort

*Fate Babylon*

Gilgamesh stared at the entire fight, amazed. It almost seemed like a choreographed scene rather than a spontaneous battle. She leaned on her throne with her arm letting her long golden hair slide down her arm, her ruby eyes had a fixed gaze on Allen after he finished with that monster.

"The way they fought between light and darkness from the start... was fascinating and beautiful..." she smiled staring at the screen.

Of course, she could only admire this after the conclusion, as during the fight her attention was on whether Allen would get hurt.

Siduri squinted at the narcissistic woman next to her. Her King is good but when it comes to her own opinion she tends to exaggerate. Then she looked at the screen, she too was impressed by the fight there was. Siduri could only feel chills at the sight of a monster like that, but Allen faced him without any hesitation.

'I hate to admit it but I guess he has the qualification to get into this narcissistic woman's heart, which is amazing' thought the veiled woman.

...

*Dc Metropolis*

Clark entered through the huge hole in a Metropolis building and saw his cousin Kara picking up debris.

Kara blushed and let go of the piece of wall she was lifting. It fell and broke through the floor, luckily the downstairs neighbor had evacuated upon hearing the initial crash.

"I can explain!" Kara shouted in panic.

"..." Clark looked at the state of the apartment and sighed.

"Maybe I can't explain it..."

Kara hasn't forgotten that in her world Allen is still a villain, perhaps not a cruel psychopathic killer but still a villain.

She can't admit that she lost control of her powers due to worry when she saw him fall to the ground after facing that horrifying monster.

...

*Dc Gotham*

Barbara slumped into her chair and grabbed her coffee cup, and her hands were trembling. She couldn't put into words how relieved she felt after this fight ended.

Barbara wasn't so worried about Allen even during his confrontation with the powerful zombie Sentry. It's not that she wasn't impressed by Sentry's power, but there was an aura of confidence in Allen when facing him as if he knew how to defeat him from the beginning. But this time Barbara could read from Allen's expressions that there was no plan to win, just trial and error and hoping something would work.

Barbara took a sip of her coffee and her emotions calmed down a bit she smiled but immediately felt chills.

"...!"

Barbara looked behind her only to see Batman standing there. The holographic screen still showed Allen being tended to by 2B and Rebecca.

'No!' Barbara didn't know what excuse to make while her throat was lumped in knots. "Bruce I..."

Batman remained silent "..."

Barbara was speechless and scared, she didn't know how long Batman had been there but had known him, probably since the beginning.

'Everything is over...'

Barbara closed her eyes, expecting a scolding, but Bruce just glanced at her for a moment and turned away.

"Could you handle a batch of illegal weapons at the docks?"

Batman's words sounded simple and without reproach, and then she got a notification on her phone. Batman didn't comment on what he saw and Barbara didn't know if this was good or bad.

She touched the screen with her hand and could only hope that Batman wouldn't cause trouble for Allen when he returned.

...

Ivy diverted her attention from the screen because the prison alarm was sounding, indicating an escape attempt.

Unlike before, escape attempts were rare because the internal prison guards were monsters from horror movies.

Ivy looked back at the screen and saw her boss in his childlike appearance lying on the floor. She pressed her lips together, knowing she had to pay attention to the escape.

Ivy took out her phone and saw a picture of Allen Jr. in the background. She won't admit that she finds that appearance adorable and she wants to hug him.

*Cough*

Ivy, with a secretary's appearance, adjusted her glasses after coughing to dispel those impure thoughts. Too bad her red face gave her away.

...

"Ah?!~"

Harley slammed a desk with her baseball bat, she was angry that she was interrupted while watching Allen's livestream.

Her teeth gritted as she smiled angrily. "You can't interrupt my time with Honey without consequences!"

She left the room and ran to the area where the escape was taking place.

The escape wasn't common; "professional mercenaries" were helping a group of supervillains escape.

Among them were King Shark, Deadshot, Peacemaker, Captain Boomerang, Bloodsport, Weasel, Ratcatcher 2, Polka-dot, and replacing Harley was the Joker.

Amanda Waller walked down the Arkham hallway, next to her was Jason, bound by chains, and an energy-made cage containing a terrifying ghostly figure.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to liberate me too!~" The Joker smiled with delight, looking at Amanda.

"..." Amanda frowned. "Colonel Flag, I asked for metahumans, not psychopaths."

Rick Flag apologized. "We didn't have information from the maximum-security sector and had to risk opening random containment cells..."

"Damn it, Walker!... we have access to ninety percent of the state's secrets but not in which cell the supervillains are?"

The colonel fell silent...

"How much time do we have, Colonel Flag?" Amanda asked.

"We can block the entrances for four minutes... we only have two left."

"Get me the supervillains you can from this maximum-security sector..."

"I never had any luck with the lottery," Rick lamented and signaled, and a group of men in tactical suits pushed a high-powered laser similar to a mobile turret.

This was the only thing that could penetrate the special alloy of Arkham's enhanced containment cells.

They could only open two more cells before there were thirty seconds left until the doors unlocked, and they had to retreat.

In one of the cells was "El Diablo," a very powerful fire metahuman, and in the other...

...

Ivy entered with a squad of guards; her face showed she wasn't happy.

"Damn it!" Harley shouted, she entered through another entrance accompanied by Krampus. This monster almost managed to break the special alloy door but failed in time.

The angry women were played at a humiliating level. Although Allen wouldn't blame them, this time it was the enemies who were too big and had unlimited resources. Unless Allen himself was there, they couldn't have prevented the escape.

...

Allen remained lying down for a moment and then got up; it wasn't over yet. Artoria said that Voldemort had managed to infiltrate several Death Eaters into Hogwarts, something that shouldn't be possible. But at this point, Allen no longer trusts what he knows.

"I need to go to the bald without a nose in case he comes up with something strange."

Rick – What do you plan to do, the old magic man must already know everything about you...

"I made sure to block any curious people from seeing it from the outside, and with what Artoria told me, Dumbledore is busy with Death Eaters..."

Things changed about the canon; Death Eaters at Hogwarts the ministry would not be happy. However, Dumbledore's position allows him to get away with it as long as there is a limit to his actions.

...

The place where Voldemort was was a nursery ancient rock chamber and was surrounded by fire.

"Traitors! Bastards! vermin!"

Both Voldemort and Quirrell were furious; this is one of the reasons Voldemort acted silently in the original story. Many Death Eaters like Lucius Malfoy have no loyalty to Voldemort; they only fear him. That's why they didn't hesitate to abandon him when they thought he was dead.

Voldemort would have given them an agonizing death to make them repent for their actions, but it didn't happen that way.

"You were betrayed by a dark wizard... you must have been surprised by that..."

Harry Potter had a slightly different personality, of course, that doesn't mean he's completely good; Harry can handle difficulties better, but it also means he can be more reckless.

Instead of fleeing, Harry decided to mock Voldemort's grave mistake.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Due to Lily Potter's sacrifice, Harry was like poison to a weakened Voldemort but the condition was that Quirrell touched Harry.

Quirrell paralyzes Harry instead of touching him directly.

"Kill him!" Voldemort shouted, even if he lost the Philosopher's Stone, he could still kill Harry Potter.

"What a pathetic state..."

Quirrell looked disdainfully at Harry; he could be free from Voldemort if he could get him a new body, but he had not only failed but would probably be capital and sent to Azkaban.

"Harry Potter" Quirrell looked into the eyes of little Harry "Avada Keda-"

"Silence"

Quirrell's words were cut off by sudden magic. He looked towards the entrance of the chamber as the wall of fire moved aside to make way for someone.

Quirrell aimed his wand at his own throat 'Finite Incantatem'.

Quirrell used a spell that nullifies other spells, using magic silently or is difficult for someone with the qualifications of being a Hogwarts teacher, after all even Hagrid can do it.

This was Allen, not Artoria, only a smile and a secure look was enough for Harry to calm down. The Petrificus on Harry broke and he could move.

"You!!"

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell..." Allen responded and then looked at the mirror where Voldemort's face was reflected. "So we finally meet Voldemort... I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"Quirrell!" Voldemort shouted.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green bolt shot out of Quirrell's wand towards Allen. Without losing his smile, Allen remained still.

The killing curse was neutralized by a movement of Allen's wand, or better to say it was crushed. However, even though Quirrell was a qualified wizard, he was nowhere near facing Allen.

In Allen's hand, Voldemort saw the rumored light wand. Due to its origin, it always has a faint white glow when wielded.

"Impossible! You are a monster!" Quirrell was desperate and began attacking Allen.

A fireball tried to hit him but Allen hit it and crashed into the wall.

Allen began walking towards Quirrell/Voldemort slowly.

Spell after the spell was directed at Allen, all spells were intended to hurt and ultimately stop Allen.

In response, Allen only waved his wand to deflect the magic, some spells were destroyed immediately, and other spells were diverted to the walls, ceiling, and floor.

One hit above Harry's head detached a piece of rock that fell on him but a shield stopped the attack.

Harry's eyes shone, he didn't even know that a wizard could do this.

Harry had heard rumors from his friends but the Professor they knew in their classes was calm, patient, and never made them feel that all those rumors about him were true.

'It was all real! Allen's dad is amazing!' thought Harry.

Quirrell recoiled in disbelief and even doubted his abilities. Wasn't he a Hogwarts teacher? Wasn't he a magic expert? Hadn't he traveled the world to increase his knowledge and skill as a wizard?

"Why?! Why is the difference so great?!"

His opponent seemed to be playing with him, and Voldemort thought the same. He had taken precautions against Allen Walker but had never met him in person. So many Death Eaters and they couldn't stop him... and just now he understood that even someone as cautious as he was bordering on paranoia couldn't measure up to the young man in front of him.

"Who are you?!" Voldemort demanded. He refused to accept that Allen had appeared out of nowhere. "I know you found a way to extend your life!"

Quirrell heard his master's words and looked at Allen fearfully. "You're an ancient wizard from hundreds of years ago!"

It was common to think that, with Nicolas Flamel over six hundred years old, a perfectly immortal wizard is not impossible to imagine.

Maybe this "young man" is some legendary wizard who never died.

Allen chuckled. "Does it matter? Voldemort you disgust me. Dark lords have existed since ancient times, but you consider yourself the cruelest and most heartless of them all... your methods, your way of acting, are simply despicable."

Allen raised his wand towards Quirrell...

"Do something!" Voldemort shouted.

"Ahhh ahhh!" Quirrell shot another Avada Kedavra at Allen, this time Allen didn't neutralize it but reflected it.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Just like the first time with Harry, Voldemort received his own Avada Kedavra, and both he and Quirrell were annihilated. Allen knew this only killed a part of Voldemort, but it was enough for now.

Allen turned around and noticed Harry trembling.

"Sir... help Allen... your son," Harry collapsed, it seemed that the stress and being in danger for so long finally took its toll.

Allen approached Harry before he fell unconscious. "My son is okay... you and your friends did well, Harry..."

Harry smiled. "Hehe"

...

Allen's smile faded. "Was this also part of your plan?"

Dumbledore appeared behind an invisible curtain. Despite always being calm, his gaze showed embarrassment; he never expected someone to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"Professor Walker, I will take responsibility..." the old man said before waving his hand and repairing the rock chamber and extinguishing the fire.

Allen shook his head. "..."

Dumbledore's plan was supposed to work in the original story, but in the Chat, everyone agreed that objectively viewed, this was a risky plan with many flaws that could go wrong.

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