Since arriving in the world of Harry Potter, Malrick quickly noticed something peculiar—this world lacked a conscious will. Unlike some higher-tier dimensions, it ran solely on the fundamental laws of the universe.
It made sense. A World Consciousness usually manifested in only the most advanced realms. The mere fact that the Resident Evil World produced one was a cosmic fluke. Hoping to find such awareness in every world was foolish.
Without one here, Malrick had to rely entirely on his own abilities to explore and analyze the magic system.
He wasn't keen on wasting time. Before he could leave Mordo and the others to continue their magical studies at Hogwarts, they had to take care of one final piece of business—the villain.
So, from the outset, Malrick locked onto Voldemort's position.
With a circular gesture of his hand, Malrick summoned a portal using the Mystic Art of Portals. On the other side, a dark castle hall appeared. Dim blue flames flickered from wall sconces, casting eerie shadows across the room.
At the far end stood Voldemort, a twelve-foot serpent—Nagini—coiled ominously at his feet. Beside him knelt Lucius and Draco Malfoy, trembling with fear. Snape stood silently, head bowed, reporting something.
"That's Voldemort!" Harry gasped. "And Snape—he's reporting back after killing the Professor!"
Voldemort turned toward the portal, his gaze locking first on Harry, then freezing on the figure beside him.
"Tom," Dumbledore replied coolly, locking eyes with him.
"How are you still alive?" Voldemort asked, his pale face twisting in disbelief. His eyes snapped to Snape. "Severus! You told me you dead!"
Snape's normally unreadable expression cracked slightly. He was just as stunned.
He had killed Dumbledore—or so he thought. He watched his body grow cold.
So how was the old wizard standing behind that glowing portal?
Before Snape could process the answer, Voldemort's fury ignited. His suspicion of Snape had always lingered beneath the surface, but now it threatened to erupt.
Still, he forced a twisted smile onto his face, the corners of his mouth stretching like torn fabric. The Dark Lord had to maintain some facade of dignity.
"Uh, so that Squidward-looking guy is Voldemort?" Tony quipped from behind. "Honestly, he's uglier than I expected."
Malrick nodded, deadpan. "You're right. He really does look like Squidward—just without a nose."
Voldemort's forced grin froze, his expression darkening. His eyes swept over Malrick and Tony, already sentencing them in his mind.
But his primary target remained the white-bearded wizard.
"Dumbledore, you've finally come to die."
Raising his wand, Voldemort slowly intoned, "Avada Kedavra!"
A beam of sickly green energy, thick as an arm, surged forward.
It was no mere greeting—it was a full-powered attack meant to force Dumbledore into a desperate dodge.
But before Dumbledore could react, Malrick stepped forward.
With a simple upward palm strike, he deflected the Killing Curse.
The green beam unraveled in midair, collapsing backward toward Voldemort's wand, as if sliced apart from its source.
A powerful backlash slammed into Voldemort's arm, forcing him to stagger. With a sharp crack, his wand split in half.
"This… this is impossible!" Voldemort howled, staring at the broken wand.
Malrick flexed his hand casually. "Honestly, that felt like rinsing with cool water. Refreshing."
He tilted his head. "Combining killing intent with magic is an interesting concept, but your killing intent is weak. Practice for a couple more years."
With the willpower of a World Master, Malrick had experienced levels of aggression that made Voldemort's malice seem like a child's tantrum.
Voldemort's mouth quivered. He wanted to retort, but the words caught in his throat.
Harry, Dumbledore, and the others could only gape.
Even Dumbledore, usually composed, looked like he might swallow his beard.
And Harry? He looked ready to question his entire existence.
Unbothered by their reactions, Malrick spread his hands, expanding the portal. It surged forward, pulling Voldemort and his group through in an instant and relocating them outside Hogwarts.
They blinked at the sudden change in surroundings.
"Professor Dumbledore, let me show you some of our Kamar-Taj exclusive spells," Malrick said, ignoring the disbelief on the Headmaster's face.
He grabbed Banner, separating his soul from his body with a single strike—leaving the Hulk persona behind.
"Roar! Hulk!" Banner's body morphed, expanding into the massive, green giant that stood two or three meters tall.
"You're up, big guy. Use Hulk Smash," Malrick commanded, pointing at Voldemort.
"HULK—NO!" the monster roared, punching the ground in defiance.
He wanted to punch Malrick, but something told him that would be a terrible mistake.
Malrick chuckled and turned back to Voldemort.
"Hey, see this guy? His nickname's the Voldemort Terminator. Today's your last day."
Voldemort, finally regaining composure, launched an explosive fire curse at Hulk.
Flames engulfed the green behemoth, who stumbled slightly, smoke rising off his frame.
Then—roar!—Hulk exploded from the fire and charged.
With one thunderous punch, he slammed Voldemort into the ground.
Then he grabbed the wizard by his wand arm and slammed him again.
Each impact echoed across the grounds of Hogwarts.
The Earth trembled with every hit. Voldemort's cries turned from defiance, to agony, to pleas for mercy—and finally to silence.
For two full minutes, Hulk continued. The onlookers could only watch, stunned.
Hulk, meanwhile, discovered that body-slamming was incredibly satisfying.
No wonder Superman enjoyed doing it to him once.
"This feels... excessive," Banner's soul muttered beside Malrick.
Malrick shrugged. "Nah. It's officially the signature spell of Kamar-Taj now."
Dumbledore winced as Hulk lifted Voldemort one final time. "Your magic is… truly impressive," he said, mistaking Hulk's transformation for an advanced Transfiguration spell.
"Appreciate it," Malrick said with a grin. "Just a simple trick."
With a wave of his hand, he summoned Voldemort's last Horcrux—Nagini.
Floating the serpent toward him, he made a similar motion as he had with Harry earlier. Within seconds, the soul fragment inside Nagini was destroyed.
That was the final Horcrux.
At that moment, Voldemort—what remained of him—let out a final, rasping wail.
Then, his body disintegrated, turning to ash and vanishing into the wind.
In truth, the Dark Lord had already been long dead from Hulk's relentless assault. The only thing keeping him tethered was the Horcruxes.
Now, with every fragment of his soul extinguished, the final blow hit—and he vanished.
"Hulk?" the giant murmured, puzzled. He scratched his head, staring at the empty space where his opponent once was. "Hulk…?"