HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 133: Soul! ] (Patreon)

But since the Dark Lord would have been alive, she would have been permanently trapped in that castle, not being able to fulfil the prerequisite to free herself. 

Then, Harry could have just teleported there, when he was sure of his power, and would have killed the female Voldemort. After that, he would have murdered the male Voldemort too. 

Thus, his main Quest would have been finally finished without much risk.

Alas, his plan did not work.

He again used the [Soul Searcher] skill and the result of it still baffled him. According to his skill, both the Voldemorts were still in that castle. Then who the fuck was this man whom he had just fought?

"Since I won this round. Answer my questions. How are you here, Voldemort? I can sense no soul in your body." asked Harry.

The dark lord's face showed astonishment. He questioned instead of answering. "You can sense souls?"

"Answer my damn questions. I am not obliged to answer yours." Harry responded, gritting his teeth.

"Fine. I won't back out of the deal. I am here because my mind is in this body. My soul is safe somewhere else." The immobilised man replied.

"Isn't that the same? Mind and soul? Aren't humans made of just body and soul?"

"Your inexperience shows here, little one. No, humans are made up of three elements. Body, the physical element which allows us to interact with physical reality. 

Mind, the sense of consciousness which allows us to enjoy physical reality. And lastly, the soul, the immortal unique energy which binds the mind with the body.

"Only the body is killable. The other two are not. The soul is invincible, it remains even after death and absorbs the Mind element following the perishing of the body. Although what happens after that, no one knows. See? You can learn so much from me. Discard everything and everyone, Harry, and join me. I will show you the path to greatness. I will make you the strongest being to walk in this world."

Harry mulled over the new information in silence. So, that's what happened. Voldemort's soul was still in that castle. Hence, why his [Soul Searcher] showed that both the Voldemorts were still in the Creator's fort.

"Another question then. I guess this wasn't your true power. Tell me, how powerful you actually are?"

"What you saw today was just the tenth of my power. My true strength is godly, alas, no dead body can stand that much power. That's why I can't use my whole strength while possessing a body." Voldemort answered, hoping to lure away this child into his grasp so he could mould him as the perfect tool.

"I see. The last question, why didn't you come in your own body? Why possess a body?" Harry enquired even when he already knew the reason.

"I thought I didn't need my true strength to fight you. There was no need for me to come here myself." Voldemort lied. Telling him that he was unable to because an all-powerful God had imprisoned him didn't sound good marketing.

Harry laughed.

"Liar. And I don't like liars." Saying that, Harry buried his sword in Voldemort's neck. 

"You are my enemy, not my teacher, never my teacher. For what you have done to my family, you deserve death. I know you won't die from this. But I will find a way to end you. You will regret making me your enemy. I will kill you, permanently, someday. Until then, fuck off."

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In the living room of the Potter Manor, five friends were gathered for Halloween.

It wasn't a joyous get-together.

All five of them had suffered great tragedies at the hands of the Dark Lord or his thugs. But this day was particularly sorrowful for Lily and Alice. While both were already over their dead partners, this festival still brought a plethora of bad memories for them.

Yet, today they weren't here to share their grief and offer support to each other. No, they were here to prepare for a battle. A battle against the strongest wizard.

"We should go. The Halloween Feast must have already begun." Sirius suggested frantically, aware that his godchildren might be in danger at this very moment. 

He was anxious and wanted to do something to help. From the morning, the five friends were in the Potter Manor, readying themselves for a confrontation which might possibly end their lives. 

And this long wait had been mightily gnawing at his conscience and patience.

Lily grimaced at the agitated tone of her friend. She herself was getting irritated by the waiting. 

But Dumbledore's phoenix still hadn't arrived, meaning that the Hogwarts' wards weren't breached yet. So, there was no need to crowd at the castle and show their hand prematurely.

She had, a couple of days ago, requested Dumbledore to inform her the moment when any intruder slipped through the Hogwarts wards on Samhain. 

He had been unpleasantly surprised by her strange request, but had conceded to her demand without asking any questions. She wasn't complaining that her foreboding request would also keep him on his guard. 

It would be better if the person Voldemort feared the most was aware of the impending danger.

But there were two things which greatly worried her. First, Voldemort's unpredictability. And second, Harry's reaction.

She hadn't informed her son that she was preparing to help him in secret. She hadn't revealed to him that Sirius, Remus, Alice and Proserpina were aware of tonight's challenge. 

That they knew Voldemort was going to make an appearance. 

Because she realised that he would immediately decline her aid to keep her away from the danger. To keep her safe in the Potter Manor.

Sometimes she was really annoyed by his attitude. Just because she wasn't a gamer or had the blessings of the all-powerful Creator, didn't mean she couldn't help him or stand beside him to face his foes. 

She wasn't a small kid who needed protection for the fuck sake. She was the damn Crimson Witch, the living breathing nightmare of the Death Eaters.