Chapter 211 I Don’t Want Another Father to Die (Revised and Can Be Downloaded and Re-Read)

Chapter 211 I don't want another father to die (revised ~ can be downloaded and re-read)

Voldemort's spell only protects the house.

There is no spell in the yard.

The soil arched high, and the spell and the Transfiguration spell together formed a huge clay statue, which raised its fist and smashed the roof fiercely - bricks and tiles splashed.

"Potter, what are you doing?" The people in the house shouted in fear.

Harry did not answer him and took a few steps back.

His idea was very simple.

Since he could not solve this spell, he would just solve the carrier of this spell - this house. If the carrier is destroyed, maybe the spell will disappear.

Even if the spell cannot be solved

The wide field of vision can also allow him to observe better.

The clay statue grabbed the eaves and exerted force to lift the roof off.

Its fingertips inevitably touched the darkness in the house, and the part that was immersed in it seemed to be cut off, with a smooth cut, and even the magic on the entire arm was dissipated.

The roof, with two hands of the clay statue, drew a beautiful arc and hit the ground hard, and the mud flow fell down.

Harry waved his wand and added two hands to the clay statue.

He turned several pieces of rubble into a round iron ball the size of a head, and bounced quickly and rapidly towards the wall.

The gap in the house gradually became larger.

The darkness in the house came into contact with more sunlight and gradually became thinner.

The method of demolishing the house really worked. I should learn from Simodo.

Harry summoned the second clay statue.

"Thunder Explosion!" The people in the house shot a spell, hitting the clay statue and blowing up one of its legs, but it was in vain. Almost in the blink of an eye, the mud rushed over and added it before it fell.

"Hide in the house and dare not see people?" Harry mocked him calmly, "Like your master, who can only hide in the gutter and dare not see people?"

The third clay statue jumped out.

Six hands, working together, tore off one huge, thick wooden board after another.

The darkness in the room gradually dissipated.

"Thunder Explosion!"

The people in the room continued to chant spells, aiming at the three clay statues, again and again, tirelessly, as if the three clay statues were mocking him, and he had to attack them first.

The Transfiguration Spell was not so powerful.

Harry frowned and continued to maintain the Transfiguration Spell.

Something was wrong.

This was very wrong.

Even if the Death Eaters were a bunch of chickens and dogs in his eyes, he had to admit that not just any dark wizard could become a Death Eater, at least one of the brains and abilities was required.

The man in the room was able to capture Sirius, Lupin, and the illegal Animagus that he had never known about, which was enough to prove that he probably had both brains and abilities.

Would such a person only attack the Transfiguration Creatures, and not the wizards who cast the spell?

Fighting a war of attrition?

But even if it continued like this, it would only delay for half an hour at most.

The word "delay" suddenly shone in his mind.

He recalled what the Death Eater said at the beginning: "How could you appear here? Instead of staying in the safe cradle of Hogwarts?"

It was procrastination.

He was just stalling for time.

Waiting for other Death Eaters, or waiting for Voldemort?

He didn't have the confidence to hunt a "prey" like himself alone, so he was waiting for the news to be notified and gather more "hunters" to hunt him?

Harry raised his hand.

Quinn Sign!

The golden shield covered his whole body.

Another wave of the wand, armor protection!

The clay statue moved its heavy body and went to a place that had not been demolished yet.

"Thunder Explosion!"

It was still this spell, hitting the clay statue's hand and blowing it up.

Harry recited the spell at the same time.

"Flying sand and rocks!"

Another explosion half a beat slower, dust and smoke flew, sand and soil floated, and rolling dark yellow mist covered the view in front of the door. Harry drew out the snake bone sword, jumped in with a step, stepped on the door frame, and stepped into the house without hesitation.

The vision was completely black in an instant.

Only a faint light could be seen coming from the gap in the ceiling.

No wonder Sirius and Lupin were so easily doomed.

"Shadow Lock!"

Harry immediately waved his wand and chanted a spell to seal the space.

The breathing of another person in the room suddenly stagnated. The next second, the breathing sound came back, and his heartbeat became rapid.

He couldn't see it, but it didn't affect Harry's finding the target.

"Potter, you actually walked into the trap!" Although his body reaction was very honest, the words he said were in an unusually pleasant tone, "I have been looking forward to you coming in."

"In the master's spell, what right do you have."

Harry interrupted him and rushed towards the breathing sound with a sword: "You should know that I know what you want to do, don't pretend anymore."

He slashed with a sword.

But he didn't hit anyone. There was a sound of metal collision. He seemed to use a Transfiguration spell or a spell to resist this attack.

Thunder explosion!

This time it was Harry's turn to use this spell.

He couldn't see what was in front of him, but it didn't matter. There was nothing that couldn't be solved by an explosive spell.

In the explosion, the man's breathing became heavier.

He moved on tiptoe.

Harry swung his sword again, slashing accurately.

"Armor protect!" He reacted quickly and chanted a spell. The sword failed to hit, but the huge force could not be eliminated, knocking him back.

According to the breathing, he estimated the distance.

Harry raised his wand and chanted a spell.

"Petrify all!"

The yellow spell was shot out, but was blocked by another armor spell.

Harry chased.

"Can you see?" the man said in horror, "Can you still see under the master's spell?"

Harry danced with the sword, his tone cold: "When has Tom's spell ever worked on me?"

The complete darkness had a great impact on Harry.

Give the man a chance to dodge.

But even so, every move was still aimed at the fatal point.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid and panicked: "Harry, do you still want to save Black?"

Harry ignored him and did not hold back.

"They are in the cellar now." The man shouted, "If you don't want them to die, go save them now."

He waved his wand.

The scorching temperature suddenly rose from the ground, covering the room like a furnace. Harry couldn't see what he did, but this gloomy and evil feeling

It was the Fiendfyre!

Harry frowned and looked up at the light on the ceiling.

Suddenly, the darkness dissipated.

The man lifted Voldemort's spell, and the whole room was exposed naked in the sun.

The fierce fire was burning in every corner of the house, covering the sky and surging.

The man who had been causing trouble for him was a handsome man with many wrinkles on his face. He was at least sixty years old. His short dark gray hair was fixed into a back with at least a pound of hairspray. He was wearing a plaid suit.

It was a little tattered, which was the mark left by Harry when he was dodging just now.

He held an empty bottle in his hand, and there was a trace of lavender potion residue at the corner of his mouth. It was an antidote for the basilisk venom.

He looked at Harry deeply and threw the potion bottle in his hand: "Then, Mr. Potter, go and save Mr. Black. We will meet again if we are destined..."

He was polite and was about to say goodbye.

"I am not ready to say goodbye to you." Harry raised his hand to keep him.

Axe!

The seal was cast, and the white light shot at him, making him dazed for only a moment.

And only this moment was enough.

Harry waved his wand, and with a few whooshes, the wooden furniture in the room softened, binding him like ropes.

He woke up in an instant and struggled to chant a spell to escape.

Harry approached, but Alder blew him down, stepped on him, and with a click, his wand broke in two.

"Don't..." He was terrified, obviously not ready to die together.

Harry had a blank expression and poured a bottle of life and death water into his mouth to make sure he fell asleep.

Losing control of the source of magic power, the Fiendfyre was restless and no longer under control.

Harry left him and rushed to the cellar without stopping.

The Fiendfyre was more ferocious than the first floor, rushing around like a fire dragon.

Lupin lay on the ground, and a corner of his robe had been infected by the Fiendfyre.

Rita was soaked in a water tank, still alive, but barely breathing, dying.

Sirius was tied up with his hands, hung high up, unconscious.

Harry raised his wand without panic.

"All curses are over!"

The magic power of his whole body surged out, suppressing the Fiendfyre like a wave, pressing them together, and after a second or two, it finally "poofed" and completely destroyed.

This is a very useful spell.

But Harry can't do it as easily as Dumbledore, he needs a certain amount of time to brew, in battle, one or two seconds is very fatal.

The three people in the cellar haven't woken up yet.

Harry walked over to check one by one, put Sirius down, except Rita who was a little embarrassed and tortured the most, Sirius and Lupin didn't have too many signs of torture.

The coma of several people was not the effect of black magic, but they were fed the water of life and death.

He took out the antidote and took it for several people.

Sirius woke up the fastest, and he didn't even have time to open his eyes: "You bunch of bastards, even if you kill me"

Harry interrupted him expressionlessly: "Godfather, it's me."

"Also, Uncle Remus, don't look for the wand anymore, it's not with you, it's over there."

He waved his wand, and a box that was almost burned to charcoal by the Fiendfy flew over from the corner, and then he tapped it lightly with his wand, and three wands flew out and fell back into the hands of their owners.

"Harry, why are you here?" Lupin sat up slowly with his wand, looking alert.

"Don't doubt whether it is the Polyjuice Potion. No one can get my body material." Harry said, "Don't worry."

Rita struggled to climb out of the water tank: "Mr. Potter, you finally came to save me!"

"I was almost tortured to death by them."

"But you haven't." Harry took out a bottle of potion from the Sorting Hat and threw it to her, "It seems that you haven't told anyone about what happened to Senior Tom."

Rita gulped down the potion: "Fortunately, I know a little bit of brain occlusion. Damn it, I almost said I went out. Fortunately, Mr. Black came to find me. "

"That group of people only cared about Mr. Black and didn't care about me."

Sirius stretched out his hand obediently and let Harry apply difficile on his wrist. Hearing Rita's words, his expression became excited: "Harry! You have to be careful!"

"They have a conspiracy!"

Harry hit his wound with a finger whip: "Godfather, I remember I said a long time ago that they have a conspiracy against me."

"You shouldn't have come, they definitely..." Sirius grimaced in pain, but his tone was firm.

"Don't worry, the shadow lock and shape lock will block this place, they can't get here for a while." Harry comforted him, "Apply the medicine to you, and we will go back."

"Also, the person who caught me is" Sirius continued.

Harry interrupted again: "It's Cobain Yaxley. I know him and caught him, up there."

Sirius was a little surprised.

"Professor Snape showed me his picture." Harry said calmly, although Lupine and Sirius both looked a bit unnatural when they mentioned Snape.

"Mr. Potter, I have it." The potion warmed Rita and she regained some energy, so she spoke quickly.

Before he finished speaking, Harry shook his head: "We'll wait until we get back. It's not safe to stay here."

Harry was holding the trophy, Mr. Cobain Yaxley, in one hand, and supporting Sirius with the other hand. Lupine let Rita turn into an Animagus and lie on his shoulder. They hurriedly rushed back to the wave. Very old house.

Rita landed and returned to her human form: "Mr. Potter! The investigation you asked me to investigate has come to fruition!"

Harry waved his hand: "Ms. Skeeter, we'll talk about that later. I have something to talk to my godfather first."

Rita obediently shut up and sat aside. After rubbing her eyes, she realized what she was missing. She waved her wand and conjured a pair of glasses for herself.

Lou sat with Harry with a straight face.

"Godfather, do you remember what I told you?" Harry said in a gentle tone.

Sirius lowered his head.

"I should have told you more than once, be careful and don't be reckless." Harry continued patiently, "I don't require you to consider everything, at least use your brain."

He raised his hand and tapped his temple: "This thing is grown for use, not to show off to others how handsome you are."

Sirius raised his head and defended: "I just think a person is sure."

"What makes you feel confident?" Harry asked.

He spoke without mercy: "Intuition? Just a rush of thought? Or is there really a reason?"

Sirius opened his mouth, still wanting to defend himself.

"Godfather, my dear godfather, my dear father." Harry emphasized, "My father is dead and he will not come back to life. You are my only father."

"If something happens to you."

"I really don't have a father anymore."

Sirius lowered his head in shame.

"Everything else doesn't matter. I just hope nothing happens to you again." Harry sighed, speaking seriously, and turned his head to look at Lupin, "And Uncle Remus, the same goes for you."

"Don't stay with Sirius for too long or your brain will be infected by him. Wait until I come over."

Lupine muttered: "I have more brains than him, but I'm just a little too worried about Sirius."

"You should be lucky that they may have some purpose in keeping you." Harry waved his wand, and four glasses of water flew out of the kitchen and fell into their respective hands.

Sirius raised his head with a serious expression: "By the way, Harry, you reminded me!"

"I heard them mention it before I passed out."

"That's what Cobain Yaxley said. He said that he didn't expect Harry's godfather to take the initiative to deliver it to his door. With me in their hands, their masters don't have to worry about not being able to get that thing."

Got that thing?

Harry frowned: "That thing? What is it?"

Sirius shook his head: "I don't know, it was just that one time, and they never mentioned it again after that."

"They might be trying to exchange me for something from you."

Harry praised and sighed indifferently: "Godfather, you have finally grown up, and you can actually see that he wants to replace things with you and me."

Sirius gritted his teeth.

The point is not to see the purpose.

The point is, what does he want in exchange?

Chapter 2, also 4k~~~

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