[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-249":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496373,1944,"Chapter 249 -","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-249",249,"\u003Cp>The method Voldemort had found was exactly what Dumbledore feared most: using Harry's blood to resurrect himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way, Voldemort's new body would also carry Lily's protection—because it carried Harry—and the \"love magic\" that once rejected him would no longer burn him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn't know any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he did know was that Voldemort's speech was making him want to explode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Voldemort kept talking like he was revealing some grand secret—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except Harry already knew every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur had explained it to him years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So right now, Harry desperately wanted a Muggle megaphone turned to maximum volume so he could shout into Voldemort's ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YES, I KNOW!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort, of course, had no clue what was happening inside Harry's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued his solo performance, savoring every second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Doesn't matter,\" Voldemort said calmly. \"Things are different now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now… I can touch you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed his hand against Harry's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shard of Voldemort's soul inside Harry's scar sensed its master and began battering Harry's mind—trying to tear through the wound and reunite with the main soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Voldemort didn't notice any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too busy enjoying the sound of Harry's pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He laughed loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who would've thought a few drops of your blood would be so useful, Harry?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry cursed him endlessly in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few drops? Wormtail had practically tried to carve open his artery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual might have needed only a few drops, but the cut on Harry's wrist was still bleeding freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Voldemort kept monologuing much longer, Harry honestly thought he might pass out from blood loss before anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Voldemort seemed done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his wand, he released Harry from the statue and lifted the bindings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Wormtail, watching: So I'm not allowed to talk, but you get a whole speech, and then you free the prisoner I caught? Being a servant is suffering…)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pick up your wand, Potter,\" Voldemort said, stepping back. \"Quickly. Quickly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry grabbed his wand and pulled in a shaky breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's voice turned almost… proper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know how dueling works, yes? First, we bow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Harry instantly understood what Voldemort wanted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A victory to display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That suited Harry perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's endless yapping had already lit a wildfire in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, Harry didn't care whether he could win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just wanted to hit back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry bowed as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort nodded, pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You haven't forgotten wizarding manners. Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now—let's begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cruci—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crucio!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort opened with an Unforgivable without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Harry wasn't some helpless fourth-year anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd fought enough to know what to do against a curse he couldn't block:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry dove, rolled, and barely escaped the streak of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And strangely—because his anger was so focused—his mind felt clearer than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he had no raw advantage against Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he created one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Confringo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry blasted the ground, kicked up a wave of dirt, then whipped his wand and hurled dust and grit into the air like a smoke screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort hadn't dueled properly in a long time, and arrogance dulled his reflexes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got caught in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, he lost Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort slashed his wand to clear the dust and retreated instinctively, wary of a sudden rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was exactly what Harry wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cover of that moment, Harry called on Lily—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and his body surged as the \"Susanō\" state wrapped around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Death Eaters watching, Harry's shape flared with pale light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he vanished into a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than two seconds, he was in Voldemort's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No fancy spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a fist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>straight into Voldemort's nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort stumbled back, shock splintering his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had a fourth-year student landed a hit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with something as crude as a punch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn't care what he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch didn't feel like enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Harry stepped in and threw two more—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bang, bang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>clean, furious, satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since arriving, Harry's chest loosened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort, meanwhile, recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He melted into a shadowy retreat, sliding out of range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he backed off—face burning with humiliation—he forced his voice into cold pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done, Potter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems Hogwarts taught you more than children's games.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the real duel begins now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Voldemort stopped playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark magic poured from him in relentless waves, forcing Harry into defense after defense, leaving almost no room to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's voice rose as he attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will destroy you! After tonight, no one will doubt my power!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After tonight, when they speak your name—there will be nothing left!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry gritted his teeth, dodging and blocking with everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still he managed to spit back, breath ragged but sharp:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Save it, Voldemort.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The world's changed. You're the kind of villain my friend says can't survive past episode three.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That line snapped something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort had been planning to drain Harry, break him slowly, enjoy every moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted Harry gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Avada Kedavra!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green light tore through the fog like a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Harry answered with the spell that had become his signature:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Expelliarmus!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—everyone knew there were three Unforgivables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet somehow, there was always a mysterious \"fourth\" whenever Harry was involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's mind short-circuited for a heartbeat when the Killing Curse didn't simply end it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His green beam met Harry's red—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and instead of an instant death, the magic locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in Voldemort's hands, the \"ultimate curse\" suddenly looked… embarrassingly stoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort was baffled, but he didn't stop feeding power into his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't risk being disarmed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn't stop either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if he faltered even for a second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that green light would reach him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, the Death Eaters stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some shifted forward, tempted to interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Voldemort barked at them without turning his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't interfere!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is mine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Death Eaters… didn't exactly protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, many of them looked quietly relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the truth was: most of them weren't devoted followers anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many were simply opportunists wearing masks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Voldemort fell again, they wanted fewer crimes on their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one embodied that \"just acting\" mentality more than Lucius Malfoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius had felt Ranni's pressure with his own skin and bones—something Voldemort's aura couldn't even compare to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from what Draco had told him about Arthur?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius didn't believe Arthur would let Voldemort dance around unchecked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Lucius stood in the back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hands still, stance polite—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>perfectly practicing the ancient art of minding his own business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he \"farmed\" safely behind the frontline, the clash between Voldemort and Harry reached its strange conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Harry's magic thinned toward exhaustion, something unexpected happened:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry realized he couldn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't break the connection even if he wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort realized it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin golden beam linked their wands now—no longer red, no longer green—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but bright, blazing gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light of Priori Incantatem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then shapes began to spill from Voldemort's wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mist condensed into figures—echoes of people Voldemort had killed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bertha Jorkins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frank Bryce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry's parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Lily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original timeline, Cedric would have been there too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with Hermione taking the champion's place, Cedric had escaped that fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Harry, though, none of that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked on Lily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt the strange strength flowing into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he stared at her, breath shaking—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unable to understand why, in front of him, there was one Lily—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while inside him, somewhere deep in his scar and blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>there seemed to be another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance Chapters Available on Patreon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",1280,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.381Z",1,"novelbin.me","504ee6cd1b09681a81c7ac4bcc293634686fbbc96965ea0f8fd2887b3282c80a","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-250","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-248",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]