Voldemort's spell only protects the house.

There is no in the yard.

The dirt arched high, and the spell and the transfiguration spell together shaped a huge clay statue, and with a fist, it slammed into the roof—a splash of bricks.

"Potter, what are you going to do?" The people in the room cried out in horror.

Harry didn't answer him, taking a few steps back.

His idea was simple.

Since this spell can't be solved, let's simply solve the carrier of this spell - this house, the carrier is destroyed, and maybe the spell will disappear with it.

Even if you can't solve the spell

A wide field of vision also allows you to observe better.

The mud statue broke the eaves of the roof and used a lot of force to lift the roof away.

Its fingertips inevitably come into contact with the darkness of the room, and the parts that don't enter seem to be cut off, the incision is smoothed, and even the magic on the entire arm is dissolved.

The roof with mud like two hands, drawing a beautiful arc, slammed into the ground, and the mud flowed down.

Harry waved his wand and reconnected his hands on the clay statue.

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

The gap in the room gradually widened.

The darkness in the room is exposed to more sunlight and gradually thins out.

The method of demolishing the house really worked, and he should learn from Simodo.

Harry summoned a second clay statue.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!" The people in the room threw a spell and slammed it into the clay figure, blowing it up one of its legs, but in vain, almost in the blink of an eye, the earth poured in, and before it fell, they refilled it.

"Hiding in the house and not daring to see anyone?" Harry's voice mocked him calmly, "Like your master, you only hide in the gutter and dare not see people?" ”

A third clay statue pops out.

Six hands, working in unison, tore off one huge, thicker plank after another.

Little by little, the darkness in the room dissipated.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

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

Transfiguration isn't that powerful.

Harry frowned, continuing to maintain the Transfiguration Charm.

Wrong.

That's very wrong.

Even if the Death Eaters are a group of local chickens and dogs in his eyes, he has to admit that not any dark wizard can become a Death Eater, at least one of them must have a brain and ability.

The man in the room, who was able to catch Sirius, Lupin, and the illegal Animagus that he didn't understand, was enough to prove that he probably had brains and abilities.

Would such a person only attack shapeshifting creatures, but not wizards who cast spells?

Fighting a war of attrition?

But even if it continues to be consumed like this, it will not be delayed for more than half an hour at most

The word "procrastination" suddenly flashed in my head.

He recalled what the Death Eater had said at the beginning: "You're here? Instead of staying in the safety of Hogwarts? ”

It's procrastination.

He's just stalling for time.

Waiting for other Death Eaters, or waiting for Voldemort?

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

Harry raised his hand.

Quinn Faseal!

A golden shield envelops the body.

Another wave of the wand, armor to protect yourself!

The clay statue moved heavily to go to the place where it had not yet been dismantled.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

It's still the same spell that hits the clay statue's hand and blasts it open.

Harry uttered the incantation at the same time.

"Flying sand and rocks!"

With another slow-and-a-beat explosion, smoke and sand billowing in the dark yellow mist obscuring the view of the door, Harry drew his serpentine sword and leaped in, stepping on the doorframe and stepping into the room without hesitation.

The vision was completely black in an instant.

Only a faint glimmer of light could be seen through a gap in the ceiling.

No wonder Sirius and Lupin would have suffered so easily.

"Shadow Lock!"

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

The breathing of the other person in the room suddenly froze, and the next second, the sound of breathing returned, and the heartbeat became rapid.

Invisible, but it doesn't prevent Harry from finding his target.

"Potter, you actually threw yourself into the net!" Although his body reacted honestly, he could speak in an unusually pleasant tone, "I've been wishing you to come in." ”

"Under the master's spell, why are you?"

Harry interrupted him, sword in hand and rushing towards the sound of breathing, "You should know I know what you want to do, don't pretend anymore." ”

Slash away with a sword.

But he didn't hit anyone, and with the sound of metal clashing, he seemed to resist the attack with a Transfiguration Charm, or a magic spell.

Thunderbolt Explosion!

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

I couldn't see what was in front of me, but it didn't matter, there was nothing that a single blast spell couldn't solve.

The man's breathing became heavier during the explosion.

He tiptoed around.

Harry slashed with another sword, pinpointed.

"Armor protection!" He was not slow to react, and he recited the incantation, but the sword failed to strike, but the huge force could not be eliminated, and he staggered and withdrew.

Based on breathing, estimate the distance.

Harry raised his wand and uttered the incantation.

"It's all petrified!"

A yellow spell shoots out, fended off by another armor spell.

Harry pursued.

"Can you see that?" The man's voice was horrified, "In the master's spell, can you still see it?" ”

Harry danced his sword and said in a cold tone, "When did Tom's spell take effect on me?" ”

The complete darkness had a big effect on Harry.

Give the person a chance to dodge.

But even so, he still beckoned to the deadly place.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid, and he became more and more flustered: "Harry, do you still want to save Blake?" ”

Harry ignored him, leaving him unmoved.

"They're in the cellar now." The man cried out, "If you don't want them dead, go save them now." ”

He waved his wand.

The scorching heat suddenly rose, and from beneath the ground, the room was covered like a furnace, and Harry couldn't see what he had done, but it was an eerie, evil feeling

It's a fire!

Harry frowned, looking up at the light from the ceiling.

Suddenly, the darkness dispersed.

The man lifted Voldemort's spell, leaving the room naked to the sun.

Fierce fires ignited in all corners of the house, overwhelming and surging.

The man who had been causing trouble for himself was a handsome man with a wrinkled face, at least sixty years of age, short dark gray hair held in place by at least a pound of hairspray, and a checked suit.

Some of them were in tatters, the marks left by Harry in the dodge just now.

Holding an empty bottle in his hand, with a trace of lilac potion residue stained on the corner of his mouth, it was an antidote, an antidote to basilisk venom.

He took a deep look at Harry and dropped the flask in his hand, "So, Mr. Potter, go and save Mr. Black, we are destined to ...... again"

He was polite and was about to say goodbye.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye to you." Harry held up his hand, holding him back.

Yakhi!

The magic seal was punched, and the white light hit him, only making him dazed for a moment.

This moment is enough.

Harry waved his wand and snorted, and the wooden furniture in the room softened and bound him like ropes.

In a moment he woke up, struggling to escape with a spell.

Harry approached, and Alder blew him down, stomping on him, clicking, and his wand snapped in two.

"Don't you ......," he said, frightened, apparently not ready to die together.

Expressionless, Harry poured a bottle of water into his mouth to make sure he fell asleep.

Losing control of the source of mana, the fire is restless, and it is no longer controlled.

Harry left him behind and hurried to the cellar.

The fire is more ferocious than the one on the first floor, and the fire dragon is like a rampage.

Lupin was lying on the ground, the corner of his robe already stained by the fire.

Rita was soaked in the water tank, and the person was still alive, but she was as angry and dying.

Sirius was tied with his hands tied, hanging high, unconscious.

Harry unhurried, raising his wand.

"All curses are over!"

The magic power of the whole body poured out, suppressing the fierce fire like a wave, pressing them together, and after a second or two, finally "poof" and completely wiped out.

It's a great spell.

But Harry wasn't quite capable of lifting weights like Dumbledore did, he needed time to build, and in battle, that second or two was deadly.

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

Harry walked over and checked them one by one, putting Sirius down, except for Rita, who was a little embarrassed and tortured the most, Sirius and Lupin didn't have much of a trace of torture.

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

He took out the antidote and gave it to several people.

Sirius woke up as soon as he could, and he didn't even have time to open his eyes: "You dogs, even if you kill me"

Harry was expressionless and interrupted him, "Godfather, it's me. ”

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

With a wave of his wand, a box in the corner that was almost burned to charcoal flew in, and with a flick of his wand on it, three wands flew out and fell back into their owners' hands.

"Harry, why are you here?" Lupin took his wand and sat up slowly, looking wary.

"Don't wonder if it's a compound decoction, no one can get my body materials." Harry shattered his inner thoughts, "Don't worry. ”

Rita struggled to crawl out of the tank, "Mr. Potter, you're here to save me!" ”

"I'm going to be tortured to death by them."

"But you haven't." Harry pulled a potion from his Sorting Hat and tossed it at her, "Looks like you didn't tell you about Mr. Tom. ”

Rita grunted and drank the potion: "Luckily I can do a little Occlumency, damn it, I almost said it, but luckily Mr. Black found it." ”

"Those people only care about Mr. Black, not me."

Sirius obediently stretched out his hand and let Harry smear white on his wrist, and when he heard Rita's words, his expression became excited: "Harry! You have to be careful! ”

"They have a conspiracy!"

Harry struck a whip at his wound, "Godfather, I remember saying a long time ago that they had a plot against me. ”

"You shouldn't have come, they absolutely would." Sirius grinned in pain, but his tone was firm.

"Don't worry, the shadow lock is locked here, they won't be able to catch up for a while." Harry comforted him, "Give you some good medicine, and we'll go back." ”

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

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

Sirius was a little surprised.

"Professor Snape showed me a picture of him." Harry's tone was calm, though both Lupin and Sirius looked a little unnatural at the mention of Snape.

"Mr. Potter, I have" The potion warmed Rita and regained her spirits, and she hurriedly spoke.

Halfway through his sentence, Harry shook his head, "I'll talk about it when I get back, it's not safe to stay here." ”

Harry was carrying the trophy in one hand, Mr. Cobain Yaxley, and Sirius in the other, and Lupin had Rita turn into Animagus on his shoulder, and they hurried back to the Potter mansion.

Rita landed on the ground and turned back into her human form: "Mr. Potter! You've got the results of my investigation! ”

Harry waved his hand, "Miss Skeeter, I'll talk about that later, I have something to talk to the godfather first." ”

Rita obediently shut up, sat down on the side, rubbed her eyes and realized that she was missing, waved her wand, and conjured a pair of glasses for herself.

Luke sat with Harry with a flat face.

"Godfather, remember what I said to you?" Harry's tone was gentle.

Sirius bowed his head.

"I should have told you more than once, be careful, don't be reckless." Harry patiently continued, "You don't need to think about everything, at least use your brain." ”

He raised his hand and tapped on his temple: "This thing grows for use, not to show others how handsome you really are." ”

Sirius looked up and argued, "I just think a person is sure."

"What do you rely on to feel sure?" Harry asked rhetorically.

He spoke without mercy: "Intuition? Hot in the head? Or is there really some reason? ”

Sirius opened his mouth, trying to defend himself.

"Godfather, my dear godfather, my dear father." Harry accentuated, "My father is dead, he won't come back from the dead, you are my only father." ”

"If something happens to you."

"I really don't have a father."

Sirius bowed his head in shame.

"It doesn't matter if anything else happens, I just hope you don't have another accident." Harry sighed, and turned his head to look at Lupin, "And Uncle Remus, you too." ”

"Don't stay with Sirius for too long, your head will be infected by him, so wait for me to come."

Lupin muttered, "I have more brains than he does, but I'm a little too worried about Sirius." ”

"You should be glad they kept you, maybe for some purpose." Harry waved his wand, and four glasses of water flew out of the kitchen, falling into their respective hands.

Sirius looked up, his face serious, "By the way, Harry, you reminded me!" ”

"I heard them talk about it before I fell unconscious."

"That's what Cobain Yaxley said, he said, I didn't expect Harry's godfather to take the initiative to send it to the door, and with me in their hands, their owners 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, just that once, and they haven't mentioned it since." ”

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

Harry sighed in a cold tone, "Godfather, you have finally grown up, and you can see that he wants to trade you and me for things. ”

Sirius gritted his teeth.

The point is not to see the purpose.

The point is, what does he want in exchange?

The second chapter is also 4k~~~

Tomorrow will work hard for ten thousand days!!!

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