Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

"That is not an enemy, but a friend," Dumbledore declared. "Now, lower the barrier. It's time to counterattack!"

The teachers hesitated, but Hagrid, retrieving his long-stashed wand from his umbrella, roared, "I've waited for this moment for years!"

Hagrid was the first to charge out, his anger stemming from the injustice of being expelled and banned from using magic after being framed by Voldemort for Myrtle's death.

Regaining their composure, the teachers lowered the barrier.

Stepping forward, Dumbledore was joined by Snape. Crossing the bridge, they heard the rallying cry of the centaurs:

"For the glory of Mr. Chu Yang!"

Riding his unicorn, Chu Yang smirked. He swore he had never taught Firenze to say such things, yet the centaur's fervor rivaled that of a Death Eater.

Exiting Hogwarts, McGonagall and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

"Did that centaur just mention Chu Yang?"

"I think so."

"Are we all hearing things?"

"No, he definitely said Chu Yang."

"Well, he does seem to make friends everywhere..."

As the unicorn bore Chu Yang closer, gasps filled the air.

"Merlin's beard! A unicorn carrying a male?!"

"This is the most extraordinary thing I've ever seen!"

Amidst the astonished murmurs, Chu Yang dismounted, bowing slightly to Dumbledore and the teachers.

"What of the Forbidden Forest?" Dumbledore asked.

"Voldemort's reinforcements are dealt with. Everyone is safe," Chu Yang replied.

Snape, who knew the inside story, was utterly stunned and turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't say much; he simply smiled.

As soon as the War Tree entered the fray, it began driving away the Dementors.

Although the Dementors could fly, they couldn't even reach half the height of the tree.

The centaurs charged with astonishing speed and intensity.

The Death Eaters barely had time to react before many were trampled to death under iron hooves.

In just one round, over half of the Death Eaters were killed or wounded.

Those severely injured rallied for a counterattack, but the centaurs were too fast. Combined with the chaotic battlefield, the Death Eaters' spells rarely hit their mark.

Enraged and humiliated, Voldemort raised his wand, preparing to act personally.

Suddenly, a white flash streaked across the battlefield and struck Voldemort's wand, sending it flying.

Dumbledore approached slowly and said, "This ends here, Tom."

Voldemort stared coldly at Dumbledore, unwilling to accept defeat.

If only he could truly resurrect and regain his own body, he wouldn't be so easily disarmed by Dumbledore.

Furious, Voldemort demanded, "Dumbledore, why do you oppose me again and again? You were born of pure blood. Why don't you support my pure-blood ideology?"

Dumbledore looked at his former student with disappointment and shook his head. "Tom, the pursuit of pure blood isn't a justification for imposing violence on others. Stop deceiving yourself. All you seek is power."

Voldemort sneered, "Don't posture and judge me with that sanctimonious look. Haven't you also indulged in power?

"Most of the Ministry's top officials are your former students. Even foreign wizarding schools revere you. And Hogwarts? The loyalty is unmatched.

"You bask in the glow of influence, yet you criticize others for seeking power?"

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"Tom Riddle, as a former Dark Lord, I must say I'm disappointed by your lack of grace in your final moments.

"Can't losers die quietly?"

Chu Yang, leading a unicorn, stepped forward and walked toward Voldemort.

Hearing the familiar voice, Voldemort's memories of being grievously injured twice resurfaced.

"You?!"

Voldemort took several steps back in terror.

Everyone watched Chu Yang in astonishment. Why would Voldemort fear him?

As Chu Yang passed by, Dumbledore and Snape gripped their wands tightly.

Voldemort was puzzled as Chu Yang did not pause to speak to him but simply walked past.

Humiliation surged through Voldemort's heart.

He whirled around, eyes wide with fury, staring intently at Chu Yang's back.

A mere orphan from the Muggle world, gifted with accidental magical talent, dared to ignore him!

But Chu Yang couldn't care less about Voldemort's thoughts.

To him, the safety of his companions was far more important than engaging with a short-sighted, maniacal narcissist.

"No one has ever dared to treat me like this!" Voldemort growled.

Magical energy surged in both his hands.

In the wizarding world, his proficiency in wandless magic was second only to Dumbledore.

Even without a wand, he could cast the Killing Curse!

"Avada Kedav—"

Before he could finish the incantation, a blinding light shot out from behind him, piercing through his body.

It also pierced through the body of "Barty Crouch Jr.," which he had possessed.

Voldemort's expression froze as a searing pain of soul destruction consumed him.

As Voldemort's life ebbed away, he gave a chilling laugh and said to Dumbledore, "To defeat me, you sacrificed Harry Potter. From now on, you'll face unrelenting torment from your conscience."

"Dumbledore, you'll be even more pitiable than me..."

At that moment, a small figure appeared on the battlefield and shouted, "I'm not dead!"

Voldemort looked up, his pupils constricting sharply.

Accompanied by Sirius, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had bravely returned to Hogwarts.

Though Dumbledore had advised them to stay within the Forbidden Forest, Harry couldn't bear to hide any longer.

Sirius respected his decision and brought him to the battlefield.

Harry's sudden appearance left Voldemort questioning reality.

Why wasn't Harry Potter dead?

Even as Voldemort's soul faded away, this was the question lingering in his mind.

With Voldemort no longer possessing him, Barty Crouch Jr.'s consciousness regained control of his body, but he wasn't relieved. He understood all too well what this meant.

Barty Crouch Jr. fell to his knees, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

To him, Voldemort was both a faith to follow and a father figure.

The Death Eaters sensed Voldemort's demise and stood paralyzed, as if their souls had been drained.

The centaur warriors ceased their assault and gathered around Chu Yang to receive healing.

With Voldemort dead, the Dementors also retreated from the skies above Hogwarts.

Dumbledore gazed at the retreating Dementors and said gravely, "I never imagined they would align with Voldemort."

Professor McGonagall, still shaken, replied, "They were never to be trusted."

Hagrid cleared his throat and said, "Not all magical creatures are bad, Professor McGonagall. Some can be quite adorable."

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes, unwilling to entertain Hagrid's fondness for magical creatures.

Most of the teachers, however, agreed with McGonagall. After this battle, the Dementors could never regain the magical world's trust. Their expulsion from Azkaban was inevitable.

Snape stared blankly at the spot where Voldemort's soul had disappeared.

He could hardly believe everything had gone so smoothly.

The memory of the day Lily was killed by Voldemort felt as fresh as yesterday.

"Dumbledore is incredible, isn't he, Mr. Black?" someone remarked.

"Of course! That's Dumbledore for you—the greatest wizard in the world!"

Snape cast a long, contemplative look at Harry, who was celebrating with Sirius, before turning and leaving alone.

After the battle, Minister Fudge arrived with Aurors, fashionably late.

Fudge surveyed the scene, filled with subdued Death Eaters and vigilant centaur warriors keeping watch over them.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and turned to an Auror, asking, "Am I mistaken, or do centaurs dislike wizards?"

The Aurors nodded in unison.

"You have such perfect timing, Minister Fudge," McGonagall said sweetly, though her tone carried a trace of sarcasm.

"We came as fast as we could, Professor McGonagall," Fudge said with an awkward smile. He adjusted his tie and approached Dumbledore, whispering, "Where is... him?"

Towering over Fudge, Dumbledore's sharp gaze made the minister turn his head uneasily.

"From this day forward, there's no need to fear speaking Voldemort's name. As Minister of Magic, I hope you'll set an example for your colleagues."

"Tom Riddle is truly dead," Dumbledore declared, his deep voice resonating across the battlefield.

The news of Voldemort's death stunned Fudge, who took a moment to process it before stammering, "Is he really gone this time?"

He was terrified of yet another dramatic comeback from Voldemort.

"Tom Riddle is entirely and irreversibly dead." After saying this, Dumbledore's gaze fell on Chu Yang.

As he looked at the boy who bore such a striking resemblance to Voldemort, he grew momentarily lost in thought.

Then, with firm resolve, Dumbledore said, "Voldemort will never rise again!"