Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 391 You, go and kill Harry Potter

Mr. Major, being a man trained in assassination prevention by MI6 agents, immediately pressed the button on the table.

Immediately, a piercing alarm sounded throughout Building 10.

However, to his surprise, the powerful alarm sounded as if it had vanished into thin air, and the guards at the Prime Minister's residence did not react at all.

"Don't waste your energy, Mr. Muggle Prime Minister."

The leader was a woman who looked somewhat insane; in her hand, instead of a magic wand, she held a gleaming throwing knife.

Mr. Major immediately recognized the woman—after all, there was only one woman among the dozen or so photos of Death Eaters, making her easy to identify.

She is the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange!
"Ah, Sirius, my dear cousin."

Bellatrix, of course, noticed Sirius's presence. She tapped the back of her head with the hilt of her knife and said with a smile, "It's nice to see you. I haven't even congratulated you on becoming Minister for Magic yet."

“Cousin…cousin?” Mr. Major swallowed hard.

He slumped into his chair, looking at the dark wizards before him with apprehension.

"What are you planning to do?" Sirius Black was not in a hurry. He didn't even stand up. He just sat in his chair and asked with a smile.

“As you can see,” Bellatrix chuckled maniacally, “of course, we’ll use the Imperius Curse to control the Muggle Prime Minister and make him work for us… But what I didn’t expect was that you’re here too, which makes things a bit less complicated…”

"You must have known I'd be here tonight, right?" Sirius retorted. "Otherwise, why would you all be here?"

"As expected of the new Minister of Magic, your mind works fast." Bellatrix clapped her hands, applauding Sirius. "We've known about your whereabouts for a long time, cousin. I advise you to surrender obediently, so I don't have to waste my breath... This operation is being led by the Master himself. Soon, all of Britain will be at the Master's feet—"

“You crazy woman, your flattery is disgusting,” Harry said, fanning his nose. “It stinks.”

Without saying a word, Bellatrix raised her hand and cast a red spell.

As if by coincidence, Harry happened to change his sitting position, and the spell grazed past his face without causing any harm.

“Good luck, kid.” Bellatrix didn’t know Harry; she thought he had just happened to escape the curse.

Sirius looked at Harry helplessly, then looked up at Bellatrix.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t think that way, cousin,” Sirius sighed.

Having missed her first attack, Bellatrix didn't intend to follow up with another. She put one foot on the stool and her gaze swept over the pale-faced Muggle prime minister.

"A Muggle prime minister and a minister of magic, it seems today's operation was quite fruitful," she said smugly, as if she had them completely under her thumb.

In fact, Bellatrix wasn't arrogant; she was genuinely fearless.

Just think about it, the most powerful dark wizard in history is personally leading the team. Unless Dumbledore, or a wizard even more powerful than Dumbledore, is stationed here, how could these two possibly escape?
"Which Voldemort brought you here?" Harry suddenly asked. "Was it the young, effeminate Voldemort, or the noseless old man?"

“We only have one master, what are you talking about!” Bellatrix said coldly.

Oh.

Harry was certain that they were following the noseless old Voldemort, not the little boy and girl.

It's understandable that these Death Eaters didn't know the inside story or Harry, since Azkaban had no way of knowing the outside news. Moreover, Voldemort wouldn't tell anyone that he was repeatedly defeated by a child.

“Where is Voldemort?” Harry asked again. “I can’t wait to see him.”

Bellatrix sized up Harry, then smiled at Sirius and said, "It seems this young wizard is much more perceptive than you, my dear cousin—you repeatedly rejected your destiny and showed disdain for your master… If you had half the pragmatism of this young wizard, you probably wouldn't have ended up like this…"

After saying that, she looked at Harry again.

"Are you a Mudblood, or what?"

“Both my parents are wizards, madam.” Harry gave a graceful bow.

Don't worry, just play with her.

“They’re the kind of people we need.” Bellatrix turned to the other dark wizards and said, then asked Harry, “Our master has always favored young and promising wizards like you. Would you be willing to join the Death Eaters and carry on our master’s dark ways?”

Sirius opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

No, who are you inviting to eat the Dead Apostles?

You're inviting Harry Potter to eat Dead Apostles, aren't you?
Why the hell didn't you let your loving father pledge allegiance to the Romanov dynasty?
Before Harry could speak, the door was pushed open.

Mr. Major's eyes lit up. He immediately stood up and peeked out from behind the table, only to find a man in a black robe walking in from outside.

His heart sank.

broken.

"It seems you have succeeded," Voldemort said with a sinister laugh.

“Yes, Master,” Bellatrix said, seeking praise. “In addition, there is a young pure-blood wizard who wants to join us Death Eaters. Master, would you like to bestow upon him the mark?”

"A young wizard?"

Voldemort snorted.

Bellatrix immediately introduced him to Voldemort, pointing to Harry and saying, "Master, look, it's him."

This sight sent a shiver down Voldemort's spine.

He instinctively took a step back.

“Look, Master, this is…” Bellatrix said, then noticed Voldemort’s movement: “Hmm? Master? Why are you backing away?”

“Harry Potter…” Voldemort hissed.

"Hi, Tom." Harry waved and greeted Voldemort as if he were meeting an old friend. "How are you? It seems like it's been a year since we last met."

Voldemort didn't want to think about anything else; he just wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

However, he discovered that he couldn't use Apparition no matter what. "Want to Apparate?" Harry said with a chuckle. "Sorry, there's an Anti-Apparition Charm here... Speaking of which, you've really been a long time coming. I've been looking for you for a whole year, and you haven't shown up. I really didn't expect you to appear here."

“Harry Potter…” Voldemort hissed again, looking as if he had a toothache.

He never expected that Sirius would bring Harry Potter with him when he met the Muggle Prime Minister!
Sirius, as if knowing Voldemort's thoughts, smiled at him in a friendly and gentle manner.

It was Percy's idea to bring Harry to see the Prime Minister this time.

Percy meant that the dark wizards had been very active lately, and it was hard to guarantee that they wouldn't take this opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the minister and the prime minister. To avoid this, either Dumbledore or Harry should be taken along.

Obviously, Dumbledore wouldn't attend such an event, so the only remaining candidate is Harry.

To be honest, if Voldemort had run into Dumbledore, he figured that even if he couldn't beat Dumbledore, he could easily escape.

But who the hell would have thought that Harry Potter was here?
The thought of Potter's endless stream of ancient magic made Voldemort's nostrils ache, and coupled with Potter's already powerful ordinary spells, Voldemort felt that his future was bleak.

“Master, why waste so much time talking to him!” Antonin Dokhorov said from the side. “Since he’s also a member of the Order of the Phoenix and is determined to follow Dumbledore, why waste words with him? Just kill him!”

Voldemort turned his head and glanced at Dokhorov.

“Then go and kill him.” Voldemort pointed at Harry.

Without saying a word, Dokhorov pulled out his wand.

He raised his hand, and a green spell shot out from the tip of his wand in a very unsportsmanlike manner.

However, Harry neither dodged nor avoided it; the blue light in front of him flashed and swallowed the green light.

"This is impossible!" Dokhorov exclaimed in shock.

Voldemort didn't speak, his scarlet eyes fixed on Harry.

He was planning how to escape.

Dokhorov's actions were like a command, and the Death Eaters raised their wands and unleashed various spells at Harry, without any regard for whether attacking a child was considered ethical.

Now, Mr. Major finally understood why Sirius had brought such a child here.

Good heavens, God, Jesus, he finally understands that Sirius Black's words were not just empty boasting.

This kid... he's practically a superman.

No, even Superman couldn't be as strong as this child...

Mr. Major felt that his worldview had been completely overturned.

Under Mr. Major's astonished gaze, Harry quickly bound all the dark wizards present, turning them into caterpillar-like creatures.

Bellatrix, though bound, was still restless, wriggling like a worm in its cocoon.

“These Death Eaters should be dealt with by you, Godfather,” Harry said casually to Sirius. “After all, you are the Minister for Magic, so you should have the authority to deal with them, shouldn’t you?”

"You've given me a hot potato," Sirius said, shaking his head.

Theoretically speaking, killing these Death Eaters would be the easiest solution.

But here's the problem: he's now the Minister of Magic, and if he could wipe out all these notorious Death Eaters, it would undoubtedly be a huge boost to his record.

"Then let's just send him back to Azkaban," Sirius thought to himself. He couldn't let his godson's hands be stained with blood.

Fairies, Fire-Ash Serpent Gang, Poachers: Are you serious, Mr. Black?

Now, Voldemort is the only dark wizard left standing.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to stand still or run away.

run?
Can it outrun Harry's curse?
He had just witnessed Potter's Exterminate weapon; it was like a thicker version of a bathroom fountain. Voldemort had no doubt that if someone were hit by such a spell, they would definitely lose an arm.

“So what about you, Tom?” Harry asked casually. “Are you planning to just stand there, or are you planning to come with us back to the Ministry of Magic and face the judgment you deserve?”

"Trial?" Voldemort laughed heartily. "Who do you think can judge me? Those good-for-nothings in the Ministry of Magic? You're so naive, Potter..."

“What else?” Harry shrugged. “We’re white wizards, so we’re definitely different from you dark wizards. Even if we were to eliminate you, we’d have to go through the normal trial process… Of course, if you resist arrest maliciously, we’d still consider killing you on the spot. You choose one: surrender or let me kill you on the spot?”

“But you certainly didn’t consider this, Potter,” Voldemort said with a sneer, “that I am not in my true form here… Do you really think I would be foolish enough to come here in my real form?”

Since Voldemort had said so, Harry snapped his fingers, and a beam of red light shot out, knocking the wand out of Voldemort's hand. Then, a rope bound Voldemort from bottom to top.

He walked over and yanked off Voldemort's hood, revealing his bald head.

He reached out and patted Voldemort's bald head. Surprisingly, it felt quite nice, as smooth as ice.

"Goodbye, Potter." Voldemort chuckled twice, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished from the spot.

"Disappeared?" Mr. Major asked in astonishment.

He then quickly got up, ran to Harry's side, and grasped his hands, saying, "Mr. Potter—right, that's what I should call you, isn't it? Please, you must catch this guy and make sure he never comes back to 10 Downing Street!"

“Don’t worry, Mr. Prime Minister.” Harry patted Mr. Major’s hand, signaling him not to be anxious. “We will catch this dark wizard so that he can stop harming Britain… His days of committing evil deeds will be over, both in the Muggle and wizarding worlds!”

"That's good, that's good..." The Prime Minister reached out to wipe his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he thought he was doomed to perish today.

"Did he just get away like that?" Sirius stepped forward and said with some regret, "But that's normal, Harry. Voldemort is a very cunning man, so it's normal that we couldn't catch him."

“Not necessarily,” Harry said with a rather meaningful tone.

Who says only the Soul-Stealing Curse and the Heart-Rending Curse can leave that green chain mark on a person?

Just as Harry used Excalibur on Voldemort, a small green "X"-shaped curse had already stuck to Voldemort like a malignant tumor.

According to Harry's senses, Voldemort's current location is roughly in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts!
(End of this chapter)