When Voldemort saw Theodore, joy surged through him.
He had believed himself incapable of happiness.
Yet tonight—
He would claim both the Philosopher's Stone
And Theodore Ashbourne's life.
After three unicorns, his condition had never been better.
Even without his yew wand.
Even without a true body.
Even shackled to Quirrell.
At fifty percent strength—
It was enough.
He no longer feared Dumbledore.
He clapped slowly.
"How touching."
"A Mudblood and a half-giant."
"But neither of you will leave this forest."
With a flick of his wand—
The Nimbus 2000 shrieked and shattered into splinters.
The System Interface trembled.
You face the incarnation of Duobao Daoren.
Space is sealed. Heaven and earth are locked.
No escape remains.
System recommendation: Immediate self-dispersal…
Voldemort sneered.
"I'll torment your soul beyond imagination."
Theodore laughed softly.
"Duobao Daoren?"
"He's a quasi-saint."
"And you?"
"You're just a petty dark wizard."
Voldemort didn't understand a word.
Theodore looked at Hagrid.
Wounds could heal.
Cruciatus scars would take time.
Rage crystallized.
He raised his staff.
"Imperio."
Voldemort laughed—
Then screamed.
The spell was not control.
It was annihilation.
A blade driven into the soul.
The System roared.
At death's edge, you forge your soul into a blade…
Voldemort recovered—
Too late.
"Crucio."
He Apparated.
Theodore drew a line through the air.
"Swift."
Thread-thin curse-energy curved and pursued.
Blood exploded.
At fifty percent—
He had been wounded.
"Avada Kedavra!"
But Theodore was faster.
"Avada Kedavra."
Black annihilation tore through the forest.
Voldemort's mind went blank.
This was his spell.
And he couldn't understand it.
One thought screamed through him—
What in Merlin's name has Dumbledore been teaching this child?!
And finally—
So who's the real Dark Lord here?!
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