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"Join you? Hmm... not quite. More accurately, I'm here to lead you,"
George said with a smile, rubbing his chin.
"I'm planning to kill you right now, then take your form and use your identity to command all the Death Eaters for my own purposes."
Yes, that was his latest plan.
Kill Voldemort, copy all of his memories, and create a Thought Projection to impersonate him—personally taking control of the Death Eaters.
By having the Thought Projection stir up chaos as Voldemort, George could eliminate his enemies, rapidly earn prestige and achievements, and rise to power.
If everything went smoothly, his true self could quickly become the savior and leader of the wizarding world, ultimately taking complete control.
He could even disrupt the balance between wizards and Muggles and establish a truly new world order.
There was still a lot of untapped potential in the magic of the Harry Potter universe. But if things continued along their natural course, there would be a definite ceiling.
The wizarding population was small, and many struggled just to make ends meet. Very few had the time or means to devote themselves to magical research.
To fully unlock the world's magical potential, he needed to increase the wizard population, make them understand that magic is the primary productive force, and push for intensive research in magic to create a better world.
However, even if he became the Minister for Magic or the leader of the entire wizarding world, and encouraged wizards to have more children, it would take years to achieve the desired results.
That's why he believed the divide between wizards and Muggles needed to disappear entirely. Large-scale intermarriage would drastically increase the number of children born with magical bloodlines.
At the same time, he could integrate science and magic—combining their strengths to develop more powerful and practical spells.
To reach that goal, he would need more than just unifying the wizarding world. He'd need to unify the Muggle world too—establishing a central regime with himself at the top.
Of course, this wouldn't be easy. Even if he had the strength to do it by force, it would be time-consuming and risk alienating some of the friends he had made in this world.
He knew that if he used brute force to conquer the wizarding and Muggle worlds, he'd be labeled a villain by many.
That's where Voldemort—or rather, his Thought Projection of Voldemort—came into play.
Let Voldemort do all the dirty work. George would play the hero who saved the world. Then, in the process of leading the fight against Voldemort, he could unify the world step by step.
"Kill me? Are you joking?!"
Voldemort actually laughed in disbelief at George's words.
Who was he? He was the Dark Lord who made wizards fear even speaking his name. Even though he had just been resurrected and wasn't at full power yet, only Dumbledore could truly stand against him.
Now this twelve-year-old brat, just because he had some talent, dared to say he'd kill him and replace him as the leader of the Death Eaters? What a joke.
"Do you really think defeating Wormtail and Sirius Black makes you powerful?
Don't you know I killed James Potter—who was even stronger than them—with just one spell? They couldn't even resist me."
Voldemort sneered and pointed his wand at George.
"Avada Kedavra!"
His speed in drawing his wand and casting the spell was nearly instantaneous. And this particular Killing Curse was the strongest George had seen in the wizarding world.
The deadly intent was so overwhelming that an ordinary wizard wouldn't even have the courage to draw their wand or dodge—they would be killed on the spot.
Unfortunately for him, his target was George.
As the curse approached, George didn't even try to dodge. With his current body and soul, not even a Killing Curse from Voldemort could hurt him.
He had withstood Ankseram's divine curse—how could he not handle Voldemort's spell?
His power had already surpassed the strongest wizards of this world by several levels—they weren't even in the same league.
"Is that all you've got? Looks like Wormtail gave you too much credit."
Seeing that George didn't dodge, cast a counterspell, or even react under his overwhelming killing intent, Voldemort assumed he'd hit him dead-on and revealed a look of contempt.
But the next second, he was completely stunned—his face full of disbelief.
"This... this is impossible!"
Because the George he had hit with a perfect Killing Curse didn't die. Instead, George casually brushed off the spot where he was struck and returned a look of scorn.
That gaze seemed to say, Is that seriously the best you've got?
At his level, even Voldemort himself would have had his body destroyed by such a Killing Curse.
Back then, it was his own curse that rebounded from the protective magic on Harry's body that caused his death.
And yet George had taken the same curse head-on—without a scratch. Even dragons wouldn't have taken it so lightly.
"Avada—"
Voldemort tried to cast again.
But before his spell could even take shape, George's curse was already flying at him—and it too was a Killing Curse.
If he continued casting, he'd be hit before his own curse was released.
He couldn't believe it—someone actually used the Killing Curse better than he did.
In a split-second decision, he aborted the spell and pointed his wand at the floor. The marble tiles immediately shot upward, floating in front of him as a barrier.
No one understood the Killing Curse's flaws better than he did.
"How can this be?"
But again, he miscalculated.
George's Killing Curse curved mid-air and swerved around the floating marble tiles—still locked onto Voldemort.
A curving Killing Curse? Even he couldn't do that.
There was no time to be shocked. He quickly transfigured the remaining tiles into a steel shield, combining them to wrap his entire body for protection.
Even if the curse could curve, it shouldn't be able to pierce through that.
"You really think that's enough? How naive."
George smirked and flicked his finger. The green glow of the Killing Curse narrowed from the width of an arm to the thickness of a toothpick—becoming almost solid.
When the beam hit the shield, it sliced through it like tofu, penetrating the steel and striking Voldemort squarely in the forehead—piercing it through.
"Killing Curse 4.0 - Penetration Edition. You're welcome."
Right now, George had developed four versions of the Killing Curse:
1.0 - the standard version,
2.0 - Lightning Chain version,
3.0 - Homing version, and
4.0 - Penetration version, each with unique features.
He had also developed multiple versions of other spells.
"Ahhh!"
Voldemort's body collapsed. His soul immediately tried to escape, but George wasn't about to let him go.
"Soul Bind!"
With a swift motion of his hand, George forcibly grabbed and captured Voldemort's soul.
(End of Chapter)