Chapter 107 Goblin: My ancestors are screaming! (Monthly ticket 15002000 plus more updates)
The dark wizard never expected that the young man in front of him would use his soul to escape from his body.
Most importantly, he still casts spells without a wand.
Family members, who knows? That is to say, people nowadays don’t have a wand to cast the Unforgivable Curse?
He just felt like he was falling into the clouds, as if he were surrounded by layers of soft clouds, and fell into boundless happiness.
Under the other party's command, he obediently handed over the wand in his arms.
There was also a bottle of water of life and death treasured at home, but Lord Potter was kind-hearted and looked down on the poor, so he did not ask for his three silver Sickles and eleven copper Knuts.
From the corner of his eye, Harry saw several photos hanging on the walls of the dark wizard's home, several of which were crossed out in red writing.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"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 for a while and felt that this dark wizard might still be of great use.
Well, the students in the duel hut can't always just practice or have harmless duels with their classmates. They should always do some actual combat exercises.
Isn't the dark wizard in front of me just a ready-made target... training material?
"You're hired."
Harry left a vague word and turned around to leave the dark wizard's home.
The dark wizard stood there confused, not understanding what the man in front of him meant.
After walking around in the alley, Harry used the truth to find the next house.
As soon as the man opened the door, Harry smelled an indescribable smell, as if something had been pickled.
"What are you doing?" 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 leave."
The wizard took out a wand from his pocket and handed it to Harry impatiently.
Then he turned around and slammed the door shut, leaving Harry disheveled in the wind.
No, are you giving it to me now?
He raised his wand and waved it.
It's a real wand, not the toy wand from Zuko's joke shop or the licorice wand from the candy store.
Harry's heart skipped a beat.
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 opening charm.
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"BombardaMaxima!"
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 disgraced wizard coughed twice and looked at the door bewilderedly.
I gave you my magic wand, what else do you want!
"Sorry, I wanted to use alohomora (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 sadly.
Harry bowed and said politely: "That's exactly why I'm apologizing -"
As he spoke, he looked around, and the wizard in front of him was indeed not simple.
His house was like Professor Snape's underground office, but even more eerie than Snape's.
There were green bottles and jars all around, containing various organs and internal organs. Harry could even see a human head soaking in a jar.
"So this wand... isn't yours?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
The wizard was still panting. He didn't know the origin of the young man in front of him, but he just knew that Dawima fell at his feet.
"This has nothing to do with you, kid - I've given you the wand and I hope you won't disturb me as I continue my experiments."
Harry looked over the Dark Wizard's shoulder and saw the man tied behind him.
The man had a frightened look on his face, and his mouth was completely blocked by a spell. Looking at his clothes, he was obviously a Muggle.
Seeing this, Harry stretched out his hand and pointed at the man, and the curse on the man's mouth immediately disappeared.
"Help!" The man gasped.
"Is he a Muggle?" Harry asked the dark wizard, "Why did you arrest him?"
The dark wizard suddenly put his hand into his arms——
Harry was faster, however, and with a snap of his fingers, the dark wizard transformed into a spider.
Pulled by the ancient spell, the spider flew to Harry's feet in a whoosh.
Bah.
The spider was stepped on so much that the juices splashed everywhere, and the soles of Harry's shoes were covered with spider entrails.
Seeing this scene, the Muggle man's eyes widened.
No, the holy Fxxk of Jesus...
He swallowed hard, mentally reviewed all the good things he had done in his life, and prayed to the Lord quickly.
"You're saved, sir," Harry said softly.
"Thank you, thank you -" the rescued man gasped in shock, "Oh my god, he is really a terrible guy - are you the same person as him?"
"Depends on what you think." Harry smiled gently.
"I think you must be a good man, sir." The man's eyes were moist, "My name is John, Johann Straw."
He spoke quickly: "This... this bad wizard, he has captured many people - people who don't know magic like me, and several people have been tortured to death by him. Thank you, great sir, you He saved 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 pilgrimage gaze, the blown-off brick walls quickly moved closer to the center like iron tools pulled by magnets. After a while, the house was repaired as before.
Harry glanced at him.
He quickly ran to the basement, and after a while, he came up with a man and a woman.
"Thank you, Mr. Wizard." The two men said while wiping away tears, "Oh my god, I thought I was going to die here..."
"At least you're alive, right?" Harry said, "Are you all Muggles? Oh, I mean, those of you who were captured and tortured by him, are you non-magical people?"
"Those two people know magic." The woman among the three pointed at the soaked heads in the jar beside her. After speaking, she rolled her eyes and spat on the floor.
"What did he want to catch you for?" Harry asked.
"I don't know." The three said honestly. John suddenly said: "By the way, I seemed to see a man with black hair coming from the basement last night. I don't know if I saw it wrong. His body seemed to be transparent..."
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"Transparent?" Harry frowned and asked, "Is it a ghost? What does he look like?"
"Very handsome, looks a bit like a young Bourne Anderson - he is even more handsome than Anderson." John said.
Harry noted this detail and continued to ask: "Anything else? - I mean, like this person's physical characteristics?"
"I don't remember, that's all I remember," John replied.
"What about you two?" Harry looked at the remaining two people.
The two shook their heads together to express their ignorance.
Harry nodded and said: "Okay - that's all I want to ask. I will send you out of Knockturn Alley later - this place is a gathering place for dark wizards. For those of you who don't know magic, ...a little dangerous.”
"Understood, thank you." The three of them nodded quickly.
They had experienced enough in the past few days, and of course they knew that what Harry said was not a lie.
"Then...Mr. Wizard." The woman asked, "Are you...the policeman among the wizards?"
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"No, I'm not an Auror." Harry said with a smile, "I'm just an ordinary student who longs for an ordinary life."
After hearing Harry's words, the three of them were in awe.
No, with your strength... you are still a student?
Are all students in schools in the wizarding world so... powerful?
Harry knew what the three of them were thinking. He shrugged his shoulders, curled his lips downward and said, "Well, maybe I'm a little bit special."
When sending them away from Knockturn Alley, Harry reluctantly went to the bank with them again and accepted the "payment".
The money was not much, and it seemed that their family was quite wealthy. In short... Harry received a sum of pounds, which was deposited in his personal account.
Since they repaid their kindness, Harry did not cast Forget It on them.
After all, he was just an ordinary student at Hogwarts, and the matter of erasing Muggle memories was not his business.
But Harry still thoughtfully used magic to mosaic places in their memories that they shouldn't see, such as heads in bottles and various internal organs.
"Goodbye, fellow wizard."
The three of them waved to Harry and thanked him.
Harry also waved his hands and said goodbye to them.
He didn't forget to take out the age-promoting potion from his pocket and take a sip to extend his age.
Standing at the gate of the bank, Harry was still thinking about what John said.
Who is that young man's soul...? What's his connection with this dark wizard?
Thinking of this, he suddenly regretted it.
Damn it, kill him soon!
Just doing harm to the people.
Sometimes being too decisive doesn't seem to be a good thing.
But the result was what it was, and Harry decided not to suffer any further mental infighting.
When he came to the Muggle bank, he hadn't gone to the wizarding bank yet - there were still important materials waiting for him to pick up in Weiwei's small vault.
As for the small amount of wealth, Harry had no intention of using it. When Vivi came back, he might still use the money, such as buying a house or something.
With this in mind, Harry returned to the Leaky Cauldron.
Old Tom didn't recognize who he was. When he saw him entering the bar, he went straight to the brick wall. He didn't say anything and just kept mixing drinks at the bar.
Passing through the brick wall of the pub, Harry arrived at Gringotts again.
Gringotts was still the same as the last time he visited, with goblins walking around, and some wizards sitting at the counter to handle business, or following the goblins to the underground vault to withdraw money and items.
Harry looked around and saw the acquaintance who handled business for him last time - the goblin named Griphook.
In line with the principle of getting things done easily with acquaintances, Harry sat down in front of the counter.
"Name." Griphook didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Harry Potter." Harry didn't hide his real name.
Griphook groaned.
"Oh, Harry Potter, didn't you come here to withdraw money last year?"
After saying this, Griphook felt something was wrong.
He raised his head and looked at Harry, hesitantly.
"I remember...you were a freshman last year, right?"
Griphook looked Harry up and down with his small eyes, still muttering in his mind, do all human babies grow up so fast now? After not seeing each other for three days, it’s too old to recognize...
What did you eat at Hogwarts this year? Miracle plant fertilizer?
However, he didn't think much about it. He just lowered his head to organize the documents again and said relaxedly: "Okay, it's the Potter family's vault, right? Even though you are here in person, you still have to take out the vault key - this It’s Gringotts’ rules, you should understand, right?”
"No, let's not go to the Potter's vault yet. I'm going to another one." Harry said.
"Another one?" Griphook raised his head.
"Yes, the other one." Harry said, taking out the vault number that Vivi had dictated to him: "Vault No. 313."
"Vault No. 313, wait a minute, Mr. Potter." Griphook knelt down and took out a thick stack of documents from under the counter: "I'm sorry, I'm not very impressed with this vault - I probably haven't for many years. Someone is trying to take something from the vault, please wait a moment and let me check.”
"Okay." Harry said understandingly.
After a while, Griphook raised his head hesitantly.
"Vault 313? The business handled by Miss Veratia Elisabeth Emmalie Grindelwald from the Austro-Hungarian Empire a hundred years ago?"
"Yes." Harry nodded.
"It says that the token seems to be a magic wand." Griphook had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter: "Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, an eleven-inch wand with a ruby on it, and red veins - the wand The bottom is engraved with the word 'Vivi'"
"Oh." Harry really didn't know that the wand had 'Vivi' on it. He took out the wand and looked at the bottom of the wand carefully. It was exactly what Griphook said.
He raised his head, intending to show the wand to Griphook, but found Griphook looking at the wand in his hand with an expression of extreme horror.
Um?
Oh, Harry remembered, this wand... Harry used it to kill some goblins. Maybe this thing is more terrifying to goblins?
With this thought, Harry lowered his head to look at the wand, only to find that the wand was flashing a strange red light.
It's broken, Harry thought, and he should put the wand away.
However, it was already too late. A strong wave of magic suddenly burst out from the tip of the wand and spread to the entire Gringotts hall!
The wizards who were withdrawing money or handling business in Gringotts were surprised to find that the faces of the goblins in front of them suddenly showed extremely frightened expressions.
Not only the goblins behind the counter, but also the goblin security guards standing guard at the door were trembling and kneeling on the ground, holding their heads in their hands and screaming in shock.
"This...what is this?"
"My ancestors are screaming!"
"I feel the smell of the blood of my tribe!"
The wand in Harry's eyes seemed to be jumping for joy, its red lines flickering with light, and its body 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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