Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 107 Fairy: My ancestors are screaming! (Monthly ticket 15002000 plus more)

The dark wizard never expected that the young man in front of him would use the Soul Out of Body Technique right from the start.

Most importantly, he can cast spells without a wand.

Family members, who understands? Does this mean that people nowadays can cast the Unforgivable Curse without a wand?

He just felt as if he was falling into the clouds, as if he was surrounded by layers of soft clouds and fell into boundless happiness.

Under the other party's order, he obediently handed over the wand in his arms.

There was also a bottle of water of life and death that was treasured at home, but Lord Potter was kind-hearted and could not bear to see the poor, so he did not take his three silver Sickles and eleven copper Knuts.

From the corner of his eye, Harry saw several photos hanging on the wall of the dark wizard's house, with several of them crossed out in red handwriting.

"What's that?" asked Harry.

"I took the order." The dark wizard said honestly, "I usually take some assassination jobs from Muggles. Otherwise, how can I make money?"

Harry thought about it and felt that this dark wizard might still be of great use.

Well, the students in the duel hut can't always stay in the practice or harmless duels with classmates, they should always do some actual combat practice.

Isn’t this dark wizard in front of me a ready-made living target... practice material?

“You’re hired.”

Harry left an ambiguous remark and turned to leave the dark wizard's house.

The dark wizard stood there in confusion, not understanding what the man in front of him meant.

After walking around the alley, Harry used his true form to find the next store.

As soon as the man opened the door, Harry smelled an indescribable smell, as if something was marinated.

"What are you working on?" Harry asked curiously.

"Who are you?" said the wizard.

"Oh, I came to borrow your wand," Harry answered honestly.

"Here you go, hurry up and go."

The wizard pulled a wand from his pocket and thrust it impatiently at Harry.

Then he turned and slammed the door, leaving Harry dishevelled in the wind.

No, you gave it to me now?
He raised his wand and waved it.

A real wand, not one of those toy wands from Zonko's Joke Shop or the licorice wands from the candy store.

Harry's heart sank.

He gave me the wand so easily, he must have some hidden secret!

So he took the wand, picked the lock on the door handle, took a few steps back, and planned to use the spell to open the door.

(Harry)
"Bombarda Maxima!"

There was a flash of fire and a violent explosion, and the door and the front wall of the house were blown away without a trace.

The dusty wizard coughed twice and looked out the door at a loss.

I've already given you the magic wand, what else do you want!

"I'm sorry, I meant to use alohomora," Harry said apologetically, "but I forgot the spell. I hope you can forgive me."

"Didn't you just say the spell?" the wizard asked angrily.

Harry bowed and said politely, "That's exactly why I'm apologizing -"

As he spoke, he looked around and found that the wizard in front of him was indeed not a simple person.

His house was like Professor Snape's basement office, but even more eerie than Snape's office.

There were green bottles and jars all around, filled with various organs and internal organs. Harry could even see a human head soaking in a jar.

"So this wand... isn't yours?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

The wizard was still gasping for breath. He had no idea who the young man in front of him was, but he knew that Dawima had fallen at his feet.

"This has nothing to do with you, boy - I have already given you the wand, and I hope you will not disturb me while I continue my experiments."

Harry looked over the Dark wizard's shoulder and saw the man tied up behind him.

The man had a terrified look on his face, his mouth was completely sealed by a spell, and judging by his clothes, he was obviously a Muggle.

Seeing this, Harry pointed at the man, and the spell on his mouth disappeared immediately.

"Help!" the man gasped.

"He's a Muggle?" Harry asked the Dark wizard. "Why did you capture him?"

The dark wizard suddenly reached into his arms——

However, Harry was quicker than him and with a snap of his fingers, the dark wizard turned into a spider.

Under the pull of the ancient spell, the spider flew to Harry's feet.

Bah.

The spider's juices splattered everywhere, and the soles of Harry's shoes were covered with spider entrails.

Seeing this scene, the Muggle man's eyes widened.

No, holy fuck yeah…

He swallowed hard, mentally reviewed all the good things he had done in his life, and quickly prayed to the Lord.

"You're saved, sir," Harry whispered.

“Thank you, thank you—” the rescued man gasped in shock, “Oh my God, he is really a scary guy—are you the same person as him?”

"That depends on how you look at it." Harry smiled warmly.

"I think you must be a good man, sir." The man's eyes were moist. "My name is John, John Straus."

He continued speaking quickly: "This... this bad wizard, he has captured many people - people like me who don't know magic. Several of them have been tortured to death by him. Thank you, great sir, for saving me when he was about to torture me... There are still two people alive in the basement, you see..."

"Go and bring them up." Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the door: "Reparo!"

Under John's pilgrim-like gaze, the blown-away brick walls flew towards the center rapidly like iron tools pulled by a magnet, and soon the house was restored to its original state.

Harry glanced at him.

He hurried to the basement, and after a while, he came up with a man and a woman.

"Thank you, Mr. Wizard." The two men wiped their tears and said, "Oh my God, I thought I was going to die here..."

"At least you're still alive, aren't you?" said Harry. "Are you all Muggles? Oh, I mean, are all of you who were caught and tortured by him non-magical people?"

"Those two people can do magic." The woman among the three pointed at the head soaking in a jar nearby and said, then she rolled her eyes and vomited all over the floor.

"What did he want to do with you?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." The three of them said honestly. John suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, I seemed to see a black-haired man coming into the basement last night. I don't know if I was seeing things, but his body seemed to be transparent..."

"Transparent?" Harry frowned and asked, "Is it a ghost? What does he look like?"

"Very handsome, looks a bit like a young Bern Anderson - he's even more handsome than Anderson," said John.

Harry noted this detail and continued, "Anything else? - I mean, like the person's physical features?"

"I don't remember, that's all I remember," John replied.

"What about you two?" Harry looked at the remaining two people.

They both shook their heads to indicate they didn't know.

Harry nodded and said, "Okay - that's all I want to ask. I'll take you out of Knockturn Alley later - this place is a gathering place for dark wizards, and for those of you who don't do magic... it's a bit dangerous."

"Understood, thank you." The three of them nodded quickly.

They had experienced a lot in the past few days, so they certainly knew that Harry was not lying.

"Mr. Wizard," the woman asked, "Are you a police officer among wizards?"

"No, I'm not an Auror." Harry smiled, "I'm just an ordinary student who longs for a normal life."

Hearing Harry's words, the three stood in awe.

No, with your ability... you are still a student?
Are all students in the wizarding world’s schools so... powerful?
Harry knew what the three were thinking. He shrugged, curled his lips and said, "Well, maybe I am a little bit special."

When sending them away from Knockturn Alley, Harry reluctantly went to the bank with them again to accept the "reward".

It wasn't a lot of money, and it seemed that their family was quite wealthy. Anyway... Harry received a sum of pounds and deposited it in his personal account.

Harry didn't cast Obliviate on them, as they were grateful for his help.

After all, he was just an ordinary student at Hogwarts, and the matter of erasing Muggles' memories was not his responsibility.

But Harry was considerate enough to use a spell to blur out the parts of their memories that shouldn't be seen, such as the head in the bottle and various internal organs.

"Goodbye, fellow wizard."

The three waved to Harry and thanked him.

Harry also waved goodbye to them.

He also did not forget to take out the aging drug from his pocket and take a sip to prolong his aging time.

Standing at the door of the bank, Harry was still thinking about what John said.

Who is that young man's soul? What is his connection with this dark wizard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

Damn, kill it fast!

He was busy eliminating harm for the people.

Sometimes being too ruthless and ruthless doesn't seem to be a good thing.

But the result was already like this, and Harry decided not to waste his energy on it anymore.

He had come to the Muggle bank, but hadn't been to the wizarding bank yet - there were still important materials in Vivi's little safe waiting for him to withdraw.

As for the small fortune, Harry had no intention of using it. When Vivi came back, perhaps he would need the money, for example, to buy a property or something.

Thinking this, Harry returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

Old Tom didn't recognize who he was. When he saw him enter the bar and go straight to the brick wall, he didn't say anything and just made cocktails at the bar.

Passing through the brick wall of the pub, Harry found himself in Gringotts again.

Gringotts was still the same as it was the last time he came, with goblins moving around, and some wizards sitting at the counter handling business, or following the goblins to the underground vault to withdraw money and belongings.

Harry looked around and saw the familiar person who had handled business for him last time - the goblin named Griphook.

Based on the principle that it is easier to get things done with acquaintances, Harry sat down at the counter.

"Name." Griphook said without raising his eyelids.

"Harry Potter." Harry did not hide his real name.

Griphook uttered an "oh".

"Oh, Harry Potter, didn't you come here to withdraw money last year?"

After saying this, Griphook felt something was wrong.

He looked up at Harry, hesitant.

"I remember... you were a freshman last year, right?"

Griphook looked Harry up and down, wondering in his heart, are all human cubs growing so fast these days? After not seeing him for a few days, he's grown so big that I don't recognize him anymore...

What did you eat during your year at Hogwarts? Magic plant fertilizer?
But he didn't think much about it. He just lowered his head again to organize the documents and said in a relaxed manner: "Okay, the Potter family's vault, right? Although you came here in person, you still have to take out the vault key - this is the rule of Gringotts, you should understand, right? Mr. Potter?"

"No, not to the Potter vault yet, I'm going to another one," said Harry.

"Another one?" Griphook looked up.

"Yes, the other one." Harry said, and took out the vault number that Vivi had dictated to him from his pocket: "Vault 313."

"Vault 313, wait a moment, Mr. Potter." Griphook squatted down and took out a thick stack of documents from under the counter. "I'm sorry, I don't have a deep impression of this vault - it should have been many years since anyone tried to take anything out of the vault. Please wait a moment and let me check it."

"Okay." Harry said, understandingly.

After a while, Griphook raised his head hesitantly.

"Vault 313? The business handled by Miss Vladia Elizabeth Emilie Grindelwald from the Austro-Hungarian Empire a hundred years ago?"

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"It says here that the token appears to be a magic wand." Griphook had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter: "A wand made of holly wood, with phoenix tail feathers, and an eleven-inch wand. There is a ruby ​​on it, and red veins. The word 'Vivi' is engraved on the bottom of the wand."

"Oh." Harry really didn't know there was 'Vivi' on the wand. He took out the wand and looked at the bottom of the wand carefully. It was just as Griphook said.

He raised his head and was about to show the wand to Griphook, but found that Griphook was looking at the wand in his hand with an expression of extreme horror.

Ok?
Oh, Harry remembered, this wand... Harry had used it to kill some goblins. Maybe this thing was scary to goblins?
With this thought in mind, Harry looked down at the wand, only to find that it was flashing a strange red light.

This is bad, Harry thought, I should put this wand away.

However, it was too late. A strong magical wave suddenly burst out from the tip of the wand and spread to the entire hall of Gringotts!

Wizards who were withdrawing money or handling business in Gringotts were surprised to find that the goblins in front of them suddenly showed expressions of extreme fear on their faces.

Not only the goblins behind the counter, but even the goblin security guards standing guard at the door were kneeling on the ground trembling, holding their heads in their hands and screaming in fear.

"This...what is this?"

"My ancestors are screaming!"

"I smell the blood of my people!"

The wand in Harry's eyes seemed to be leaping for joy, with light flickering on the red lines and the wand shaking violently, as if it was eager to fight.

At this moment, Harry finally realized what had just happened!
The wand senses the presence of its prey and is releasing an aura of fear!
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