[{"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-49":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},1496223,1944,"Chapter 49: Battle with Voldemort — Voldemort Seeks His Own Death","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>\"Damn it! Cough, cough! How dare you—cough…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the smoke cleared, Hermione saw Quirrell: his robes tattered, but only his arm badly injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had to admit—this top Ravenclaw graduate did have some skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant he sensed danger, he'd turned into black mist, phasing his body to try and dodge the blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately for him, Arthur's magic grenades carried arcane damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dodge had been too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You! Hermione Gr—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell had never imagined anyone besides Harry could have entered here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The potion for passing through the flames had only been enough for two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Wait. He'd drunk half, then Harry the other half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tch. Does that mean he and Harry indirectly kissed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he'd answered Harry's questions so readily—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he needed someone to share the joy of imminent success with, even if that someone was his soon-to-be victim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quirrell, I know everything now! Dumbledore is already on his way. Surrender!\" Hermione stared fearlessly into his venomous eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah. Me, surrender? If it were just me, maybe I wouldn't escape today. But I've never been alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great Master, your servant is weak—grant me your aid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell ripped off his turban, fully revealing Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Useless worm. You can't even handle a trifle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold, sinister voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione thought she heard… weakness in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Her…mi…one Granger… And you, Harry Pott—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quirrell turned, showing the grotesque face on his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're Voldemort!\" Hermione gasped. She hadn't expected the true final boss to be literally stuck to the back of their professor's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. I am. Surprised? Few dare speak my name anymore. Join me. I can give you fame, power, strength—even immortality.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget it. You're too ugly. Why would I want a boss who looks like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione wrinkled her nose. Why would she abandon her handsome cousin for this ugly freak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry didn't understand Voldemort's sudden recruitment pitch, but Hermione's blunt rejection had him snickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's so funny?! You'd better think about your own fate. Once I kill this girl, it'll be your turn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort roared in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry, still pinned under the fallen Mirror of Erised, could only watch helplessly as Voldemort raised Quirrell's wand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Diffindo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slashing curse streaked toward Hermione.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dodged, but not fast enough. The spell smashed into her, the bracelet deflecting the killing force but sending her flying back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? A curious little alchemical trinket. But let's see how long it lasts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Avada Kedavra!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green bolt shrieked through the air like a screaming banshee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\" Harry cried out in despair. His friend—gone, right before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Hermione stepped out from behind a pillar, losing a \"Glintstone Pebble\" at Voldemort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop yelling. I'm not dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she was blasted back earlier, she'd instantly realized her speed wasn't enough. She had crushed the Featherlight Bead Arthur had given her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Voldemort cast the Killing Curse, she slipped aside, hidden in its flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he really think Avada Kedavra vaporizes the whole body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort dodged her spell easily. His experience in combat was vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unseen magic, and silent casting too? Remarkable. You truly have talent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea this was just Arthur's leftover handiwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most sorceries in the Lands Between required no incantations; their rune circuits were stable on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still unwilling to serve me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negotiation failed, they clashed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione's Featherlight Bead made her swift, letting her evade most curses. Those she couldn't, her bracelet's shield repelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort, battle-hardened, easily countered her limited arsenal. Arthur had only taught her a handful of basic glintstone spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from stinginess—just that her level could only handle those.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel dragged on. Neither could overpower the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort grew annoyed. Quick, weak spells couldn't pierce her defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong curses required casting time, which gave her room to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to wear down her mana reserves—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but every time she looked spent, she'd pull out another potion and gulp it down, fully refreshed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, the tide turned. He, a half-formed remnant soul, was the one weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough! I've no more patience for this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort retreated to the Mirror of Erised, seizing Harry by the throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little witch, you have a choice—drop your wand and submit, or I kill him now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted Harry off the ground, strangling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in doing so, he doomed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protective magic Lily had left in Harry still lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the earlier blast had cut Harry's skin—blood was on his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling to breathe, Harry instinctively grabbed Quirrell's wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood touched Voldemort's host—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and invisible flames seared him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAHH! What is this magic?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione seized the chance. She flicked her wand, summoning a \"Glintstone Phalanx.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spectral sword lanced straight through Quirrell's back, into his heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so close it nearly skewered Harry as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their screams mingled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry and Hermione watched Quirrell's body crack like scorched stone, then crumble into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only his robes remained, perfectly intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visit my patreon for more chapters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance 30+ Chapters Available\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",830,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.103Z",1,"novelbin.me","e232bdf6fd0b41e6307f6c086b55670ef5f77a4b303443c29cd96a41250d570b","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-50","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-48",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]