[{"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-250":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},1496374,1944,"Chapter 250 -","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-250",250,"\u003Cp>The figures that burst from Voldemort's wand weren't the victims' souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were echoes—images dragged out by the \"Priori Incantatem\" effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They carried the same temperament they'd had before death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They remembered who killed them… and even what happened after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Arthur first learned that, he'd seriously wondered whether the Resurrection Stone had been built by copying the same principle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James's voice was urgent, firm—nothing like the vague, dreamy comfort Harry had always imagined in his fantasies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can only stay for a short while. We're buying you time. Do you understand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily—the Lily outside his body, the one standing there in light—looked at him like she was trying to carve courage into his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sweetheart… are you ready? You can break it now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flicked to James again—reluctant, aching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time he'd ever been this close to his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry cut off the magic he was feeding into his wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the four white figures surged forward, rushing Voldemort as one, forming a bright curtain of light that blocked Voldemort's sight for the briefest, most precious moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry seized the opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the last scraps of magic he had left, he cast, \"Accio!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cup—still lying where it had landed—shot toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it touched his fingers, the Portkey triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed back into Hogwarts—hard, stumbling, heart hammering—already half-turning to sprint toward Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's back. Voldemort's back. Voldemort's back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the entire stadium was staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every pair of eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Arthur—sitting comfortably like he hadn't just watched Harry nearly die—lifted a hand and actually waved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo,\" Arthur greeted cheerfully. \"Back already? How'd fighting Voldemort feel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry's mouth moved before his brain caught up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Not bad,\" he answered automatically, still dazed from adrenaline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realized what he'd just said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—wait—this is serious—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry spun toward Dumbledore in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Professor Dumbledore! Voldemort is back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore nodded calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Harry. We saw.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You escaped him again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Dumbledore pointed upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry followed his gaze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and his stomach dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above them, the sky was showing the graveyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry stared, horrified, as Voldemort raged on-screen like a man whose pride had been ripped out with a hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without sound, Harry could read the mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single word—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—stretched into pure fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry whipped back around, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… you just WATCHED?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like the universe had gone insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd nearly been murdered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wrist was bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been shackled, humiliated, tortured—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and not a single person had rushed to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd just… sat there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur shrugged, completely unbothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want us to do?\" he said lightly. \"Catching wanted criminals is the Ministry's job. If anyone's giving orders, it should be Minister Fudge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a knife wrapped in velvet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A polite sentence that stabbed the Ministry straight through the ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because it was true, it landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fudge looked as if someone had finally remembered to turn his brain on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hastily began barking orders, sending the Ministry workers who'd been patrolling the maze toward the Riddle graveyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stayed right where he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because whatever Voldemort looked like on-screen, he was still Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Fudge liked his job exactly as much as he liked being alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His people weren't any braver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved with the speed of men going to their own funerals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoping—desperately—that by the time they arrived, the problem would have politely left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the sky-picture shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in a long while, the camera moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swung back to Voldemort—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and someone stepped into the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She revealed herself from invisibility as casually as someone walking into a library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her posture was relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was almost… friendly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't be so disappointed, Voldemort,\" she said, sounding faintly amused. \"Harry ran away, sure—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I can stay and keep you company.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, just to make it worse, she added with bright, infuriating cheer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want me to wait until you recover some magic first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excitement in her voice was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd been waiting for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd been starving for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's face tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed as recognition struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he remembered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That little witch from first year—the one who'd been beside Potter when his plans for the Philosopher's Stone collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What unsettled him was something else:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't sensed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not until she decided to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort ignored her taunts and snapped, sharp as a blade:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long have you been here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since a few seconds after Harry arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's stomach went cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she could have struck from the start…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could have hit him when he was distracted…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could have ruined everything…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she hadn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made Voldemort decide, instantly, that she was arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered, beginning the same old tactic—divide the hero from their friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not Potter's—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione cut him off with a single sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sentence so casual it was cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you still couldn't keep him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, Voldemort looked like he'd been slapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fury that hadn't fully drained from him flared right back to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Filth.\" he hissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will teach you the price of provoking me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't announce a duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't pretend at manners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his wand and went straight for the kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Avada Kedavra!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green light tore across the graveyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione wasn't Harry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort didn't need the drama with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he didn't know how dangerous she really was—so he chose full power from the first strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione slipped aside, the curse missing her with contemptuous ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because she was afraid—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but because she was annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No decorum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pig-nosed freak was attacking her like a street thug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Voldemort wanted ugly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she could do ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione lifted her left hand, fingers snapping into a sword sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden greatsword materialized—the Golden Order Greatsword, her bound weapon, her will forged into steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it appeared, it moved on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its spirit was awake now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't wait for Hermione to guide it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lunged straight for Voldemort like a hunting hawk made of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd spent his life fighting British wizards who threw beams and shouted Latin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not spent his life dealing with a flying greatsword trying to cut him in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slashed his wand, blasting it aside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the sword twisted mid-air, turned, and came back again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gold edge shimmered with a kind of sharpness that made Voldemort's skin crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't dare let it touch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Voldemort jumped and dodged and forced it away again and again, Hermione didn't stand there admiring her own work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her wand and began firing—calm, precise, relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the terrifying part wasn't the number of spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curses didn't come only from her wand-tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From blind spots that shouldn't exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Arthur's rune-work had changed the rules for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her spirit sense spread out, Hermione could cast inside her perception range—anywhere, from any direction—like the battlefield itself had become her wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the situation became brutally simple:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione stood with maddening ease, wand flicking lazily—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Voldemort, the Dark Lord himself, was forced into frantic movement:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodging the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking the spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaping again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisting again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time tonight, Voldemort wasn't the one watching someone scramble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one scrambling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere far away, in a stadium full of stunned spectators, the truth settled in with the weight of a stone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the fight had changed hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance Chapters Available on 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