"Bang!"
"Bang bang!!"
"Bang bang bang!!!"
Does it sound good? Good sounds make a good head—under the heavy whack of the stone wolf fang club, Voldemort's shiny bald head exploded like a watermelon, but probably for fear of censorship (big fog), no brain matter burst out as imagined. Immediately after, the cracked skull of the man began to reconstruct under the influence of some rule-bound power—
But before the thin black mist could regroup, the next wolf fang club smashed down again.
"Bang bang bang bang!!!!"
William raised his head, blinking, feeling like he saw a bit of a smile on those stone-faced figures without any features.
Hiss... kindred spirits!
Why? Why does William clearly have the powerful ancient magic to crush the obviously weakened state of Voldemort, yet he keeps using the Disillusionment Charm, holding Gryffindor's Sword for backstabbing? It's simply the joy of a warrior, which wizards just can't feel.
Too bad, gone astray, just don't know if it can be reset...
As William daydreamed, he pulled Gryffindor's Sword from the diary Voldemort's chest. The man, whose face was pale as thin as a gold leaf, lost the strength to support his body and uncontrollably fell forward, and then—
The stone-faced figure in front of the diary Voldemort instinctively raised the long sword in his hand toward the falling figure.
"Puff—"
"Cough cough..."
The twice severely injured diary Voldemort coughed twice, spitting black smoke from his mouth. He strained to turn his head, casting a venomous glare at William, his lips twitching for a moment before he simply and effectively "gah" fainted away.
William's mouth twitched, then indifferently lifted his head, looking at the bruised smoking noggin (literally) of the imprisoned Voldemort being bashed overhead, he was silent for a moment, then turned away without a glance, instead looking at Harry... alongside the young boy.
This was an unexpected delight.
Seeing the boy's eyes sparkling with excitement as he watched him, William couldn't help but stroke his chin.
"Teacher!"
Little Tom's tone was somewhat excited, bouncing and waving, his joyful appearance caught Harry's somewhat shocked gaze—he remembered the first time he met this boy, the other's mature expression hardly seemed like a child, but now...
Now this is an eight-year-old kid!
"Riddle."
William nodded, the stone-faced figures blocking let aside spontaneously, opening a passage through which William walked out from the stone statue group, standing before the pair of boys, casually taking the magic wand Harry handed over.
"Nicely done—"
William nodded, even though just then, Voldemort, whether escaping his skin or a levitation spell, posed no threat to him, but Harry's timing in casting the Disarming Spell was indeed just right, forcibly interrupting the spell as it was about to be cast—
Hearing William's praise, Harry instinctively rubbed the back of his head, smiling sheepishly.
"So, do you know how you appeared here?"
William nodded, rubbing Little Tom's smooth hair, motioning for him to calm down, then looking at Harry, his tone exploratory.
"Hmm..."
Harry plunged into reminiscence.
Once Harry finished reminiscing, he began to explain...
In such a way, like this, and that.
"...You mean, you saw me?"
William frowned, it wasn't until Harry blurted out his whole previous experience like a running account that William finally interjected, "So, at that time you resided in Voldemort's soul...before then, I'd just had a bout with this resurrected Dark Lord—"
As William spoke, he looked up at the half-suspended Voldemort being continuously head-bashed.
Harry, following William's gaze, looked over too, he suddenly felt the deep fear toward his parents' killer dissipate, considering Voldemort's appearance now was rather tragic, those stone-headed figures even struck with a rhythmical thump...
Almost, it sounded quite good...
Revisiting his gaze, Harry nodded toward William, "Yes, I saw you riding Norbert...then..."
Harry hesitated, uncertain if he should share what he saw, after all, that sea of green was too exaggerated...ah, think positive, maybe those spells weren't actually the Killing Curse? Just another kind of spell.
He's never heard of anyone casting the Killing Curse en masse.
William remained silent a moment, perhaps seeing Harry's reluctance, but he didn't elaborate, simply glossing over the subject, "So, at Malfoy Manor's gate, the man who seized you, did you see his face?"
"No, he was wrapped tightly—"
Harry shook his head, as he said, the person who captured them had a completely black face, the dark cloth covering even reflecting light—it was just a quick glance, Harry didn't think it possible the person grabbing him was a Black man.
And William just furrowed his brow, Harry's recount, during his fight, there was another person outside Malfoy Manor—"Nether River, baptism..." William unconsciously murmured, that was from Harry's retelling, what the person said when catching Voldemort.
Add in that inexplicable mummy, plus a band of poachers.
It seems that the hidden enemy may possibly be an African?
The enemy lurks in the dark; when did I get targeted... After pondering for a while, William immediately recalled, could it be that before he left Africa, he robbed a vault? That Seik Stone, which he had already discarded and made into a pocket watch casing—
William reached out to feel it, but the empty pocket reminded him that he was not in the real world now.
"We have to leave."
Diverting his gaze from Voldemort, who was getting a beating, William decided these matters could be figured out after returning to the real world. The primary task now was to get Harry back to his body. The boy was in a very strange state; he wasn't a Soul Artifact of Voldemort, so why had he been brought here…
William could only blame the diary Horcrux. After all, under previous circumstances, the soul of the diary Horcrux had already entered Harry's "stomach," though it seemed the digestion process wasn't going well, as it was pulled out again intact.
"Then..."
Upon hearing William's words, Little Tom's face turned a bit gloomy. He could tell that this "we" did not include him.
Noticing the boy's hesitation, William smiled. When he was previously thinking of planting a Heart Demon in Voldemort, William had already devised a series of future steps. Initially, he thought the plan had failed, but seeing its success, he certainly had to make good use of it—
With that in mind, William crouched down to Little Tom's ear and started whispering something secretly, something even Harry couldn't hear a word of.
However, as soon as William finished speaking, the gloom on Little Tom's face disappeared. Now, a strange excitement spread across the boy's face as he looked at William with a confirming gaze. Upon William's firm nod, the boy's hesitation also vanished, as he nodded firmly as well.
"Don't worry, teacher."
He said, looking up at the Voldemort still taking a beating mid-air, his tone excited.
"Alright, since you agree, let me give you a buff..."
With that, William pressed his magic wand on the boy's brow, sending a blue ripple spreading out slowly, and then infiltrating Little Tom's brow.
Upon completing all this, the two exchanged smiles, the scene radiating warmth, though to Harry, their smile seemed increasingly sinister... the chill crept on his back.
Then, Little Tom sweetly bid farewell to the two, bouncing away across the stone pedestals, heading up the spiral staircase.
"...Alright, we should go."
As William spoke, he pressed onto Harry's shoulder, the blue bubble reappearing, enveloping the two centrally.
"What about Voldemort then?"
Standing by the big door alongside William, Harry curiously inquired.
"Once I leave, the magic will disappear too—he still has his uses and can't die just yet. Besides, I've prepared for Voldemort a… let me count, well, this amounts to the fourth big surprise."
William shook his head, glancing at the diary Horcrux impersonating kebab on the statue sword, he hesitated for a moment but decided not to bring it. Unlike Little Tom, this one had already grown crooked, no use at all. As for having Harry swallow it again, it's of no use either, potentially even a ticking bomb.
But...
Suddenly, as if realizing something, William moved past the statue to the diary Horcrux and gently pressed a charm against its temple.
"Buzz—"
Along with a buzzing sound, a silver-gray light cluster mixed with a faint blue halo was extracted; it contained all the memories of Ancient Magic within its soul. Though normal memory extraction doesn't strip the main body of its memory capacity, William wasn't using the usual method—
Ancient Magic, wonderful isn't it?
After completing this, William turned around, pulling Harry as they darted out of the "Hogwarts" door.
...
...
Not sure how much time had passed, but the sky's octuple beat finally ceased, and Voldemort's headless body fell to the ground, faint black smoke hovering around his neck, seemingly trying to coalesce into form, yet due to being struck so many times, his recovery pace slowed immensely, but—
Ultimately, he was recovering.
"Dong,"
"Dong Dong,"
"Dong Dong Dong Dong,"
"Bang—"
With a soft sound, the white cloud cluster vanished in this pure white space.
...
"Ah—"
Voldemort struggled to sit up from the bed. Meanwhile, the man tasked with transporting the bodies observed the chubby woman sitting up from the bed and his face suddenly stiffened, then without any reaction, he fainted with a clack.
"..."
Staring at the man on the ground, the chubby woman suddenly displayed a strange smile.
Then, she lay back down, with black smoke billowing from the healing wound on her chest. Time ticked by, and finally, the man on the floor supported himself up, adjusted his mask, regripped the handle of the cart, and continued pushing toward the morgue.
As if nothing had ever happened.