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88.34% Isn't It Normal for a Hogwarts Professor to Be the Dark Lord? / Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Battle with Marvolo

Capítulo 91: Chapter 91: Battle with Marvolo

Tver returned to Diagon Alley to find the room unexpectedly turned upside down by Marvolo. Marvolo stood nonchalantly in the center of the room with his back to Tver, his hands outstretched as if the magical aura surrounding him had substance.

"I meant for you to adjust to your body, not to redecorate the room," Tver remarked dryly as he waved his wand, restoring the tables, chairs, and bookshelves to their original positions. Though these things were not valuable and the room was only temporary, it was still uninhabitable when in disarray.

"Hmm?" Tver was surprised to find one chair completely unrepairable, with its broken part charred black and emitting wisps of black smoke.

"How is it that you've managed to use such dark magic in the short time I was away?" Marvolo finally turned around, his face brimming with confidence as he slightly bent his waist, executing a flawless courtesy.

"Mr. Fawley, the dark magic I can wield extends far beyond this," he said proudly. 

Tver pondered his words for a moment, halting the movement of his wand. "You're quite brave." 

"You could say that," Marvolo replied eagerly, his body pulsating with magical energy. His eyes narrowed slightly, avoiding showing too much fierceness, while his scarlet tongue slid like a snake along his lips.

True to his nature as Voldemort, even under heavy restrictions, he couldn't diminish an ounce of his inner arrogance. Barely two hours since he had adapted to his new body, and he dared to challenge him. If Tver couldn't suppress him, there would likely be no end to his insolence in the future.

Considering this, Tver tucked his wand back into his robes, signaling fairness. "Very well, let me see then, how strong the resurrected Dark Lord truly is." He returned the same standard courtesy.

After exchanging courtesies, neither of them immediately launched an attack, instead observing each other. Until, a faint meow from outside the window broke the silence.

"Crusio!" Marvolo began with an unforgivable curse, unable to use the Killing Curse due to the contract. But that didn't mean he couldn't use the Cruciatus Curse, he thought smugly. 

However, with a flick of Tver's hand, a faint barrier appeared in front of him, rippling but unaffected by the Cruciatus Curse. Then, with a swift motion, three streaks of red light flew towards his opponent. 

Not only that, but the chair that couldn't be repaired had turned into several fierce wolves, pouncing towards Marvolo. However, before they could reach him, they were each swallowed by a python that emerged from the floor, using its body to shield against the three curses.

The remaining half of the python's body was swiftly crushed by Tver's subsequent attack.

"Bam!"

After the smoke cleared, Marvolo vanished along with the python! Tver turned around and cast an extremely powerful Shield Charm; a second later, fiery red flames climbed up the golden membrane.

"You're quite ruthless, resorting to Fiendfyre," Tver remarked. As he spoke, the red flames were engulfed by even fiercer blue-purple flames, accompanied by a loud "boom," creating a ring of fire around Tver.

The ring of fire seemed to come alive, continuously extending fiery tentacles and striking at every place Marvolo's apparitions appeared.

"Bang!"

The temperature of the fire hands wasn't high, and the force wasn't great; they left only black scorch marks on the wooden tables and chairs. But the sensation from the soul told Marvolo that if even a single finger were struck, his soul would be severely damaged!

"Hey hey, who's the more ruthless one here!"

The range of the ring of fire grew larger, with more tentacles extending, leaving him with no place to stand! 

Appearing in the last corner of the room that had not been affected by the flames, he waved his hands repeatedly and shouted loudly: "I yield, I yield! You're going too far!"

...

Mr. Borgin, who had already fallen asleep, propped up his head with his hand, helplessly listening to the "crackling" sounds from the neighboring room and occasional vibrations.

"Bang." Some dust fell from the ceiling, landing directly on his head.

"Creak." Suddenly, he had a foreboding feeling.

"Crack—bang!" The bed beneath him collapsed!

Mr. Borgin, furious, quickly grabbed the wand from his bedside table and with a wave—the bed was repaired.

At least there was no more noise. He comforted himself in his mind. Finally able to sleep well and without any more soul tremors, he lingered in bed a bit longer to enjoy the rare peace.

So Mr. Borgin woke up a bit later than usual the next day. When he opened the shop, there was already an impatient customer waiting outside.

"Um, I apologize for opening a bit later today," he said, bending over as he opened the door, "please come in, sir."

But as he looked at the man's face, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Where had he seen this person before?

Mr. Borgin pondered for a long time but couldn't recall where he had seen such a figure. However, like the last time he encountered Mr. Percival, this customer also made no attempt to conceal his demeanor, and was even more arrogant.

With a tinge of crimson in his eyes, Marvolo glanced disdainfully around the shop.

"May I ask what you need, sir?" 

Facing the respectful Borgin, he maintained his proud demeanor. "Crystals, I need all those crystals and the techniques to make them."

Borgin lowered his head, his face unreadable.

"I don't understand what you're referring to. I have many crystals here—"

"I mean crystals that can protect the soul!" Marvolo rudely interrupted him, "I know you have plenty, and I know how to make them. Hand them over! Or I'll extract your soul, bit by bit, and grind out all your secrets." He lowered his head, threatening Borgin in a low voice.

He now embodied a combination of soul and vitality. If someone were to open his body, they would find it hollow, devoid of the usual organs of a human being. 

Therefore, his resistance to magic was very weak, and virtually any spell could affect his soul. As someone who pursued strength, although few could attack him with magic, he wouldn't allow such a weakness to exist within himself. To compensate, he urgently needed the protective power of crystals.

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. "Calm down, Marvolo," Tver restrained his movements helplessly. "Mr. Borgin hasn't refused."

Not seeing him early in the morning, Tver realized something was amiss. Fortunately, Borgin opened the shop late, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to continue living in the newly purchased house.

"Mr. Percival," Borgin swallowed nervously, "we really don't have any more crystals. The difficulty of making them is too high, and what you took was the last one."

Tver didn't speak but searched in his pocket. 

"Wait," Borgin hurriedly grabbed Tver's hand, chuckling nervously. "Making them takes time, a month. I'll give you one for free in a month."

"How about this, I'll return the house to you in a month, and consider the money for the house as payment for the crystals. But I need to have at least one in a week. You won't cheat me, will you?"

Tver withdrew his hand and friendly patted Borgin's shoulder. The craftsmanship required for these crystals was very high, and only Borgin had delved deeply enough into soul research to make them. So spending a little more money was no problem. Just like befriending Dervish and Banges, making friends with useful people always brought him some help.

Borgin's eyes lit up; the money for the house was not insignificant. Even if it was exchanged for five crystals, he would still make a profit. 

"How could I cheat you? By then, you'll definitely receive a crystal, and at the end of the month, there will be an extra three crystals!" 

Satisfied, Tver nodded and left with Marvolo, who maintained an impassive expression throughout.

Before leaving, he gave Borgin a fierce glare and spread out five fingers behind his back.


Capítulo 92: Changes in the Crown

For the following week, aside from occasional visits home, Tver was immersed in studying the various artifacts he possessed: the crown, the Philosopher's Stone, and the ring containing a Resurrection Stone. 

These were all renowned treasures in the wizarding world; any one of them could fetch a fortune and improve the Weasley family's situation. However, in his eyes, their research value was more important than mere wealth. Yet, despite spending a week researching with Marvolo, they couldn't make heads or tails of it.

First, the crown.

Tver once again attempted to place the crown on his head.

...

"Fairy tales are all lies!" Ten minutes later, he angrily threw the crown onto the table, where it was caught by Marvolo across from him. "If this crown were really useful, my original self wouldn't have chosen to turn it into a Horcrux," he scoffed.

"With your intellect, even if you did turn a precious artifact into a Horcrux, it wouldn't be surprising," Tver retorted. Knowing Voldemort's temperament, if he did indeed turn a crown with special magical effects into a Horcrux...

"Hey, don't mix us up," Marvolo tossed the crown back in front of Tver. "That was Tom Riddle's doing; what does it have to do with me, Marvolo?"

Tver rolled his eyes speechlessly and examined the exquisite crown that had been restored. Time had not left its mark on it; after the soul fragments inside disappeared, the crown shone as brilliantly as it did thousands of years ago. Of course, he didn't know if it actually looked like this a thousand years ago.

The inscription beneath the crown was clearly visible:

"Wit Beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."

To be blunt, every Ravenclaw student knew this maxim, but the problem was, he still didn't know how to use it.

"If we can't figure it out, let's forget about it," Marvolo said, picking up the Philosopher's Stone and playing with it. "It's better to study this stone. At least its magical power is palpable."

He took a small iron spoon from the table and carefully placed the Philosopher's Stone on one end.

...

"Haha," Tver couldn't help but laugh, "then you figure something out. You can't even harness the life force inside!"

Marvolo blushed, mimicking Tver by throwing the Philosopher's Stone onto the table, where it knocked against the crown he had placed down.

It was this action that caused a thin thread of life to connect to the crown, emitting a faint magical fluctuation.

This fluctuation was as subtle as a gentle spring breeze, but both Tver and Marvolo were not ordinary wizards; they immediately focused their attention on the crown.

"It's absorbing life force, but there's still no magical feedback," Marvolo frowned after observing for a while.

In fact, not only was there no magical feedback from the crown, even the absorbed life force seemed to disappear, as if the influx of life force had been their imagination.

The crown remained just that: a crown.

"This is some change, better than being clueless before," Tver remarked.

"Why did the Crown and the Philosopher's Stone seem connected before? Why the change now?" 

"That's for you to answer. What did you just do?" 

Marvolo paused for a moment, recalling his recent actions. 

"I simply channeled the life force within the Philosopher's Stone, much like when I crafted bodies, except this time it wasn't for absorption."

So, the Crown is absorbing life force and then resurrecting?! Is Ravenclaw's soul residing within it?!

Tver startled himself with his own speculation. 

Marvolo also realized the implication, but as the only known wizard to have created a Horcrux, he immediately dismissed the possibility.

"If there truly was a soul inside, my departed brother would have known. And the sensation of being within a Horcrux, you wouldn't know, it's like having complete control over the object, every inch perceivable by me, no blind spots."

Tver snapped back to reality, realizing he had been lost in thought.

The Crown couldn't be Ravenclaw's Horcrux; otherwise, he would have discovered it long ago. And from his interaction with Helga, it seemed the founders wouldn't stoop to such low methods for immortality.

But—

"I certainly don't know what it feels like to be a Horcrux, and I don't want to know either," he grumbled as he stood up. He swept the items on the table into his wallet, making sure the Crown and Philosopher's Stone were safely enclosed in a separate bag.

"Hey, at least that ring has been my vessel for so long, can't you be gentle?" Marvolo complained.

Tver couldn't be bothered to deal with him. The newly resurrected soul was inexplicably melodramatic, always trying to burden him with complaints.

"Let's go, get the crystal from Borgin & Burkes."

As he moved, his face gradually morphed, once again taking on the features of Dumbledore.

"Having witnessed so much magic by your side, my greatest regret is not paying enough attention to Transfiguration," Tver said as they exited.

"You're supposed to be a master of life force shaping, can't you mold your face as you please?" 

"I can only follow the form of the soul, becoming younger, or a bald head like the Crown."

Borgin & Burkes shop.

When the two arrived, the shop had just opened its doors.

"Sorry, Mr. Percival, I've been a bit sleep-deprived lately, hence the drowsiness," Borgin greeted them with a smile as they entered.

After spending some time together, he realized Mr. Percival was still quite friendly, at least willing to pay, and not a small sum either.

"Are you suggesting we've interrupted your nap?" Marvolo, following behind Tver, glared at him impolitely.

Well, Mr. Marvolo wasn't exactly friendly.

"What happened before was our fault, I didn't anticipate the protective spells weakening due to the walls," Tver apologized with a smile to Borgin.

"I didn't blame you," Borgin bowed gratefully, "Regarding your commission, I've completed it."

Swiftly, he reached the counter, retrieving a small pouch from within, "Here are two crystals for you to inspect."

Before Tver could reach out, Marvolo grabbed them first, pouring the two sparkling crystals into his hands.

"Not bad," feeling the protective power of the crystals, Marvolo squinted happily, "just a bit lacking in protection."

He immediately began murmuring to Borgin.

As for Tver, he was keenly observing the black cabinet before him. If he wasn't mistaken, this was a vanishing cabinet, gradually fading from the magical world's memory.

With a specific incantation, it opened a passage between two locations. However, due to its susceptibility to damage and the prevalence of apparition, vanishing cabinets were now rare sights among wizards.

Tver didn't understand the principle behind vanishing cabinets, much like he didn't understand why Harry Potter would appear inside one.

"Is this a broken vanishing cabinet?" he asked, pointing at the cabinet.

"Indeed," Borgin immediately ceased his argument with Marvolo, looking up, "We've lost track of where the other matching cabinet went."

Feeling the increasingly frantic breaths from within, Tver smirked and knocked twice.

"Quite intriguing, do you sell it?" 

Recalling a scene from the movie, he instantly understood why Harry appeared here.

Borgin gaped in astonishment, thankfully Marvolo helped him articulate: "What would you want with this? It's neither safe nor convenient."

"Just a whim," Tver shrugged, "If Mr. Borgin happens to find the other one, even if it's faulty, I'd still be interested in purchasing it."

"I'll keep an eye out for you," Borgin agreed without hesitation.


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