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"This is the power of magic."

“I know that if we suddenly change people during the reform process, it could easily lead to division, but we are wizards, and I can use magic to solve the problem.”

"Once I complete this magic, whether they separate or not is up to them. The world has already changed, and the only choices left for them are to submit or be eliminated."

On the way here, Witt had already figured it out: he didn't want the reputation, he just wanted the final result.

If he led this entire transformation, his name will surely be passed down through the ages, becoming a status even more noble than glory.

In the future, the common phrase in the magical world might no longer be "Merlin above" or "Merlin's beard," but rather "Werther above, Werther's beard."

But if we use the current method, the name recorded in magical history is very likely Grindelwald's, no, it's Lestrange, that long-dead French bastard.

He will be the biggest winner of this transformative event.

The prospect of being remembered in history was very tempting for Werther, but if that fame was built on the lives of others, he felt he didn't want it.

The plan remains the same, but the timeline must be moved up.

Voldemort's danger lies not only in his own brutality and uncontrollability, but also in the chaos brought about by his dark mindset and his very existence.

Just like the student who died before, this wasn't Voldemort's doing; it was something his men did spontaneously.

Witt could certainly find a way to restrain this behavior, but after restraint, would Voldemort and the Death Eaters still achieve the effect he wanted?

Can he still become the ultimate dark lord who unites all the wizards in the world?

Obviously, that won't work.

Witt has no time to grow up slowly; he must act immediately.

The problem is that his age and the growth of his abilities require time to accumulate, which conflicts with his goals at the underlying level.

Therefore, he could only try to ask Grindelwald to help him unify the country.

He didn't want fame or power; he only wanted to achieve his goal.

Grindelwald put down the parchment with a complicated expression and said in a low voice, "Dumbledore, I still lose to you."

"For the greater good, he still chose to align himself with you."

Grindelwald's belief in the great good is centered on himself; he can accept all wizards, but only if that power can be used for his own purposes.

Dumbledore's great interest is centered on others, for which he is willing to sacrifice himself, be monitored, targeted, and insulted. Even when he could overturn the chessboard, he is still willing to silently endure it.

Those sacrificed items, even his conscience.

What Witt is doing now is clearly the same thing Dumbledore did.

“Don’t look at me.” Witt felt that Grindelwald’s gaze was too resentful. “I’m just not that heartless.”

"Alright, I agree to this."

Grindelwald looked away: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"The first step is simple: kill Voldemort, then control all the Death Eaters and pull off a switcheroo."

"Step two..."

A week later.

Witt looked uncertainly at Dumbledore beside him and whispered, "Are you really going to impersonate Voldemort? Or should I have Riddle do it? I've been raising him for so long just for this moment."

Dumbledore shook his head: "Voldemort is not to be trusted. His mind is much deeper than you think. Don't think that a magical restriction can control him."

"Ok."

Seeing that Dumbledore was adamant, Witt didn't try to persuade him any further.

Although Dumbledore is a good person, when he really wants to be ruthless, he is not much different from Voldemort.

However, this would render Riddle useless.

Let's find a chance to kill him.

Died an ordinary death

“Then I’ll go find Harry.”

After confirming the course of action, Witt brought Harry out in a very short time.

"Are you ready?" Witt conjured a flame in his hand, the primordial fire of a phoenix's rebirth.

However, compared to the true fire that Dumbledore received, which was rooted in life itself, this flame was far more illusory and fleeting.

It can't save someone who's already dead; at best, it can bring someone who's about to die back to life.

This was the backup plan that Witt had prepared for Harry.

"Close your eyes."

Witt gently pressed the flame against Harry's chest, then swiftly drew his wand and cast the Silent Charm: Stun, Oblivion.

Harry immediately fainted.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Witt grabbed Harry and whispered, “There are some things you’re better off not knowing.”

Voldemort will die, but the name of Voldemort cannot die for the time being.

Witt could only fabricate a false memory for Harry, saying that he gave up because he was afraid of dying after facing Voldemort in person, in order to ensure that the plan could proceed smoothly.

As for how much Harry might resent and curse him if he regains his senses later, Witt can accept it.

How can a revolution not be criticized?

There are no saints in the world, and even if there were, there would still be people who would criticize them.

Click.

Wearing the mask of the Pig Academy, Witt's body immediately began to grow, and after confirming that there were no oversights...

Witt, carrying the unconscious Harry, used Apparition to leave.

The Lestrange family's ancestral home is much smaller and less decorated than the Malfoy family's, but it is still considered luxurious.

Voldemort wasn't exactly handsome, but he certainly knew how to enjoy life.

“You look quite smug.” Witt floated out of Voldemort’s window, carrying Harry in one hand as he slowly flew in, staring coldly at Voldemort.

In an instant, Voldemort broke out in a cold sweat.

"The agreed time has not yet arrived."

Voldemort's face remained calm, but his tone betrayed a sense of timidity.

The Killing Curse he received that day was so powerful that Voldemort has never been able to replicate it.

The pressure that Witt put on him was no less than facing death itself.

“I’m not here to collect interest.” Witt casually tossed Harry to the ground, which inadvertently revealed his face and the scar on his head.

“Harry Potter, he ran into our people while sneaking out of school and they caught him.”

"Since you've done alright before, I thought I'd just give it to you as a gift."

“Kill him,” Witt said calmly. “Let me see if you can defy the predetermined fate.”

The moment Voldemort saw Harry's face, his expression turned cold: "Harry Potter."

One of the people he most wanted to kill was brought before him.

Only then did Voldemort begin to acknowledge the collaboration with the Politics and Pig Academy.

"Avada Kedavra".

A flash of green light, and the impact of the spell on Harry's body caused him to twitch, completely losing his balance and sprawling on the ground like a rag.

Voldemort also suffered a magical backlash after using the Killing Curse on Harry, which resulted in him killing his own soul. He immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Professor Dumbledore, shall we do it?"

Witt turned his head and looked at Voldemort lying on the ground like a dead dog, his tone unusually relaxed.

Killing Voldemort is easy. Just throw Harry in front of him, wait for him to knock himself out, and then finish him off with a stab.

OK, all done.

"I'll do it." Dumbledore walked in from behind the window. He had been using the Disillusionment Charm to stand outside, and at six or seven years old, the small windowsill outside was quite spacious for him.

"Avada Kedavra".

After a Killing Curse defeated Voldemort, Dumbledore felt a strange sense of unreality.

That's how he died.

Is Voldemort really that easy to kill?

He had painstakingly planned for so long, and things turned out to be so easy.

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and victory comes in such a simple, unpretentious and boring way."

Witt took a crystal ball from his pocket, the tip of his wand gleaming with a dark, cold light, and pressed it against Voldemort's head, pulling his unstable, broken soul out of his body.

Killing his own soul fragments with his own hands caused an enormous rift to split Voldemort's already broken soul, almost cleaving him in two.

If he had a physical body, he could have slowly recovered, but unfortunately, his body was killed by Dumbledore with the Killing Curse.

This wound will probably never be able to be repaired.

The broken and severely injured soul was naturally powerless to resist Witt's spell, so he easily extracted Voldemort's soul and sealed it in a specially made crystal ball.

"I learned this magic from the book on cutting-edge magic that you gave me. Logically, you should be able to use it too. Why didn't you let him use it in the first year?"

“It’s about revealing the secrets of advanced dark magic,” Dumbledore said earnestly, before continuing, “This spell requires the opponent to be completely powerless to be used successfully. You saw Voldemort running too fast in our first year, didn’t you? I couldn’t catch him.”

“So,” Witt’s eyes widened, “I had Voldemort under control back then. If you hadn’t hit him, Voldemort would have been killed outright, and none of this would have happened.”

Dumbledore's expression froze, and he abruptly looked away.

"Why isn't Harry awake yet? Has something gone wrong with your magic?"

“No,” Witt shook his head and said, “Voldemort didn’t kill him instantly, so it’s difficult for him to die now.”

“I just used the resurrection stone to sense that he is talking to his parents right now.”

"Let him enjoy this rare opportunity a little longer."