High above the Quidditch pitch, Harry's life was in danger due to his broom behaving strangely.
Down on the ground, Ron, who had noticed Snape muttering what he thought was a curse, tried to "save" his friend.
But before he could get close to Snape, a spell rang out behind him.
"Expelliarmus!"
The sudden noise attracted everyone's attention.
They saw Draco Malfoy standing next to Professor Quirrell, who was now disard and thrown back into his seat.
Draco's wand was pointed directly at him.
"Mr. Malfoy, what is the aning of this?" Snape, who had stopped his counter-curse now that Harry seed safe, turned and demanded an explanation.
"Doing the sa thing you were, Professor," Draco replied with a light laugh.
"The sa as ?" Snape was taken aback for a mont, then his expression hardened as he turned a sharp gaze towards Quirrell. "It was you?"
"N-No... I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Malfoy. How could you attack ..." Quirrell stamred, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Stop pretending, Professor Quirrell. Or should I say... Voldemort!" Draco sneered, boldly speaking the na so many feared aloud in front of the entire crowd.
"Draco, have you gone mad? That's Professor Quirrell!" Ron imdiately shouted in Quirrell's defense.
"Idiot, he was the one trying to kill Harry just now!" Draco shot Ron a contemptuous look.
Draco's words caused an uproar among the spectators.
"You're the idiot! It was Snape who wanted to kill Harry!" Provoked, Ron blurted out his suspicion of Snape without thinking.
"...See, Professor Snape? This is what the fools of Gryffindor think of you. Doesn't it bother you at all?" Draco couldn't help but laugh, addressing Snape.
"Never mind them. The issue at hand is your accusation," Snape said sternly. "You claim Quirrell tried to kill Harry, and even allege he is Voldemort. Do you have any proof? Accusing a professor is a very serious matter."
"That's right, Mr. Malfoy. You cannot act recklessly at Hogwarts!" Professor McGonagall and the other Heads of House had now gathered around.
"Proof? It's simple..." Draco gave a light laugh. With a flick of his wand—and without uttering a single incantation—he sent a spell shooting towards Quirrell.
The attack was so sudden that no one, not even Voldemort sharing Quirrell's body, could react in ti.
Everyone watched as the spell struck Quirrell's turban.
Instantly, the turban crumbled to dust as if aged a thousand years in a second, scattering in the wind.
The strange and powerful magic left everyone, including the professors, astonished. This was natural, as Draco hadn't used a spell from their world, but magic from the Marvel universe, obtained from Josh.
The combination of magic from the Marvel universe, the Harry Potter world, and the universe of Azeroth had produced a fascinating result: Draco could now cast spells without incantations. A re thought and a wand movent were enough, far surpassing even non-verbal magic.
While most were stunned by this display, several students behind Quirrell suddenly scread, pointing at the back of his now-bare head.
There, on Quirrell's bald scalp, was another face.
"...You Malfoy brat! How dare you defy ! You and your family will die screaming!" Quirrell's head spun 180 degrees, and Voldemort's face snarled at Draco, spewing curses.
Seeing the face, the professors' expressions changed dramatically. Their wands appeared in their hands instantly. Though twisted, they were certain—it was Voldemort.
Draco had been telling the truth. Quirrell was Voldemort.
"Fool... A parasite like you dares to threaten ? You're the one who will die today... Void Storm!" Draco sneered. With another wave of his wand, a violent storm of energy materialized around Quirrell.
This was the Arcane Mage's powerful killing spell from the world of Azeroth—Void Storm.
"What kind of magic is this? Damn you! I'll kill you! I will kill you!" The energy storm forced the surrounding crowd back. Even the professors struggled to hold their ground. But at the center of the storm, Voldemort found himself trapped, unable to escape. He could only watch in helpless fury as the chaotic energy relentlessly disintegrated his current host body.
"Hmph... I don't think you'll get the chance," Draco sneered disdainfully.
"Fine... very well... I will return..." Seeing the body was beyond saving, Voldemort decisively abandoned it. His soul transford into a cloud of black smoke, attempting to flee.
"Heh, trying to run? Not so fast! Arcane Prison!" Draco laughed coldly. With a swirl of his wand, vast arcane energy instantly ford a box-like cage, trapping Voldemort's soul inside.
Voldemort's soul darted around frantically but found it impossible to escape. It was a joke—in Azeroth, even lord-level void creatures couldn't break free from an Arcane Prison, let alone a re soul like Voldemort's.
Finally, the prison shrunk to the size of a lantern and landed in Draco's hand.
By then, the Void Storm had dissipated.
As for Quirrell's body, it had long been reduced to dust, leaving not a trace behind.
"Mr. Malfoy... this power of yours..." Snape narrowed his eyes, looking at Draco warily.
"Professor Snape, that's my personal affair. But rest assured, I have no intention of breaking the law or school rules. I believe defeating a Dark Wizard and challenging Voldemort doesn't violate either, does it?" Draco replied with a faint smile.
"Of course not, Mr. Malfoy. In fact, your actions today will be recorded in Hogwarts' history, and even the history of magic. However, before that, we need to have a serious talk... I've already inford Professor Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall said, stepping forward and examining Draco as if he were a rare treasure.
Although Professor McGonagall was the Head of Gryffindor, she was also the Deputy Headmistress—and would eventually beco Headmistress—so she held no bias against other houses. The power Draco had displayed, along with his feat of capturing Voldemort, was enough to earn her respect.
"Of course, Professor," Draco agreed without hesitation. With Josh backing him, he could take on the entire wizarding world if needed, let alone a few professors. Besides, the Malfoy family itself wielded significant influence in the magical community.
anwhile, Ron and Harry stood dumbfounded, their minds struggling to process what had just happened. The one trying to kill Harry wasn't Snape, whom they had suspected all along, but Quirrell, whom they had pitied? And Quirrell was Voldemort?
This revelation was hard for the two boys, who had wrongly accused Snape, to swallow.
What was even harder to accept was that Draco Malfoy, whom they had always looked down upon, had beco the hero who defeated Voldemort, displaying terrifying power in the process. The thought of that Void Storm spell being aid at them made both boys shudder.
As for Hermione? Her preconceptions about Draco had already shifted, and now she looked at him with pure admiration.
Just as Draco was about to follow the professors to the Headmaster's office, he caught sight of the stunned Ron out of the corner of his eye and rembered sothing. He walked over to him.
"What... what do you want? You can't hit ... you promised the professors you wouldn't break the rules!" Ron stamred, backing away fearfully.
"I have no interest in bullying idiots. Give your rat," Draco said, rolling his eyes. He had long lost any desire to pick on Ron; they were on completely different levels now.
However, the professors seed to misunderstand his intentions, thinking he was about to harass Ron. But given the power Draco had just displayed, they couldn't easily reprimand him as professors—after all, they likely couldn't withstand a Void Storm either.
So, Professor McGonagall stepped in to protect her student. "Mr. Malfoy, what do you want with Mr. Weasley's pet?"
"That's not a pet. It's an Animagus," Draco stated bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush.
An Animagus?
While the professors were still processing this, the rat suddenly shot out of Ron's pocket, desperately trying to flee into the crowd of students.
"Trying to escape?" Draco snorted. With a flick of his wand, a hand made of arcane energy materialized from above, grabbing the fleeing rat.
"Reveal yourself, Peter Pettigrew!" Before anyone could marvel at this new spell, Draco sent another pulse of energy at the rat trapped in the arcane hand.
Everyone watched as the rat began to transform, eventually shifting into an ugly, short man.
It was really Peter Pettigrew?!
Most students present didn't recognize him, but the professors certainly knew this forr mber of Harry's father's group of friends.
But wasn't he supposed to be dead?
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