Chapter 305: Harry Dies

The ancient gray walls seemed to melt away in an instant, only to return to their original state the next moment.

As Cyrus battled Voldemort, he was also gradually retreating.

Fortunately, Harry wasn't just standing by watching—he had joined the fight, fighting alongside Cyrus against Voldemort.

His lack of experience was apparent, but his raw power had been built up, and he was indeed helping to relieve some of the pressure on Cyrus.

Their battle started in the fourth-floor corridor, and in the chaos, they tore through the entire floor!

Then, Cyrus leaped into the flames, transforming into a massive pillar of fire, blasting through two floors of the castle—!

They plummeted all the way down to the second floor.

Harry, dodging Voldemort's spells, crashed through the bathroom door in an attempt to escape.

At this moment, no one cared that he had barged into the girls' lavatory.

The normally loud and chatty Moaning Myrtle was nowhere to be seen.

In fact, Harry hadn't seen a single ghost along the way. It was as if they had all left the castle, heading toward wherever they were meant to go.

To meet death?

Harry wondered.

A spell shot past his eyes, and the sheer force of its energy made his eyeballs sting with pain.

"Stay focused," Cyrus calmly reminded him.

Though they stood close together, Harry's mind kept wandering, while Cyrus had never once taken his eyes off Voldemort.

Voldemort stepped through the shattered doorway, entering the bathroom.

Upon seeing the girls' lavatory, a nostalgic expression appeared on his face.

This was where he had discovered the Chamber of Secrets.

Thinking about it now, he still found it odd that Salazar Slytherin had placed the entrance inside a girls' bathroom.

If not for that, he wouldn't have had to wait until his fifth year to find it.

Back then, he had turned every inch of Hogwarts upside down in his search for various mysteries.

He had even discovered the Room of Requirement.

"The Chamber of Secrets… How interesting."

He let out a chuckle as if reminiscing.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's where you were reborn, wasn't it? The place where you gained that body of yours?"

Voldemort's voice was almost amused.

"Decades ago, I too found Slytherin's legacy here. I proved my bloodline. It all feels like fate, doesn't it?"

"Perhaps it is only fitting that we end everything in the Chamber of Secrets!"

Voldemort's words did not shake Cyrus in the slightest.

Up until now, everything had been progressing exactly as Cyrus had planned.

If this was to be an ending, then it would be Voldemort's ending—not his.

"Heh~ Since you like the sewers so much and even want to make it your grave, how could I refuse you?" Cyrus sneered.

As Cyrus spoke, Harry shot him a resentful glance.

'Even if I have to die, I don't want to die in a sewer.'

But no one cared about his opinion.

Voldemort's expression remained cold and lifeless, like a corpse.

"Sharp-tongued!"

His black magic surged, engulfing his entire figure, distorting the air itself with its sheer intensity.

Every word he spoke carried an immense magical force, as if his voice alone could bend reality.

It sounded as though he was speaking from behind a layer of glass or water, his words muffled and sinister—

"Hissss-haaa—"

It was Parseltongue.

Harry understood it clearly.

The meaning was—open!

And so, the Chamber of Secrets, sealed for a thousand years—though it had actually been opened several times in recent years—

The legend passed down to every young Hogwarts student, the mystery of Slytherin's Chamber, finally unveiled itself to the world.

"Come," Voldemort said with a slight bow, as if he were inviting Cyrus and Harry into his home.

However, his hospitality was a little too overwhelming.

Voldemort ignited Fiendfyre immediately!

He sealed off all their escape routes.

The flames roared through the pipes, and thick, acrid smoke filled the air, burning Harry's eyes, ears, nose, and throat.

His vision blurred with pain, as if someone had punched him hard in the eye sockets, causing his tears to stream uncontrollably.

He instinctively wanted to break through, but Cyrus shook his head.

"Let's go."

With Voldemort's increased magical power, the intensity of the Fiendfyre was far beyond what it had been before.

From within the raging flames, ferocious beasts took shape, their monstrous heads scraping against the ceiling, their eyes locked onto them with hungry malice.

Forcing their way through the flames was completely unnecessary.

The monstrous beasts of fire opened their blood-red maws, lunging toward Cyrus and Harry.

Harry panicked for a moment, but just then, Cyrus grabbed his wrist in time—

Whoosh!

Hellfire ignited!

The flames swirled like a vortex, enveloping them both and forming a protective barrier.

"Dear Voldemort, did you perhaps forget that fire doesn't have much effect on me?"

Then, within the raging inferno, Cyrus pulled Harry along, and together they shot into the pipe like a meteor.

Voldemort sneered coldly, his body dissolving into black smoke as he chased after them.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed as the Fiendfyre surged like a tidal wave, consuming every corner of the underground chamber.

The once damp and chilly tunnels were instantly scorched dry, and the shedded skin of the Basilisk twisted in the flames, blackening into charred ash.

Then, the flames burst through the final metal gate, and beneath the watchful gaze of the enormous Slytherin statue, they collided completely with the icy waters of the Black Lake!

Sssssizzle~!

The fire was extinguished.

In just one second, the shallow lake within the Chamber of Secrets had completely dried up!

Scalding steam erupted violently, searing Harry's skin.

"Ah!"

He let out a pained scream.

Fortunately, Cyrus cast a protective spell, shielding him from the intense heat, preventing him from being boiled alive by the steam.

Now, the entire Chamber of Secrets was shrouded in thick, dense mist.

They could see nothing.

Of course, neither could Voldemort.

The first thought that came to Harry's mind was to hide himself.

But he quickly realized—there was no need.

He had come here to die—so what was there to fear?

Harry glanced at Cyrus, who was only an arm's length away, his figure blurred in the thick mist.

Cyrus gave him a faint nod, a silent signal in the fog—it was time.

So, Harry tucked away the real Elder Wand, replacing it with the holly and phoenix feather wand he had received from Ollivander years ago.

He was still the master of the Elder Wand, but he no longer needed its power.

Now, he needed no overwhelming strength—just the right ending.

Then, Harry took a step forward into the mist.

His footsteps echoed in the vast, empty Chamber of Secrets.

Tap-Tap.

The sound was crystal clear.

"Hiss—"

But what Harry heard in response was the low hissing of a serpent, followed by the faint slithering sound of a body dragging across the damp stone floor.

Voldemort was here.

The two figures faced each other through the thick mist.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes—he likely believed that the two "Cyrus" had finally merged into one.

"To be honest, you should have done this sooner," he said.

"Gathering your power is the only way you might stand a chance against me. When divided, you were barely worth mentioning."

"You're right, Voldemort," Harry nodded, "because this is where I will kill you!"

He tightened his grip on the plain-looking holly wand in his right hand, while his left hand clenched the Resurrection Stone, his palm slick with sweat.

He didn't know why Cyrus had told him to hold it, but perhaps it was meant to strengthen his resolve.

Because as soon as Harry held the stone, he could feel them—his parents were right there with him.

Voldemort cast a brief glance into the depths of the mist, where nothing but a vast white haze remained.

But he knew exactly where the hideous stone statue of Salazar Slytherin stood.

"I will kill you here, under Slytherin's witness, you pathetic imposter!"

His eyes were ice-cold, and with a swift motion, he raised the Elder Wand high.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light burst forth, illuminating every droplet of water suspended in the air.

And Harry—

He did not fight back.

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