Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 161 Hello, Mr. Malfoy

"It's horrible!" Hermione gritted her teeth and took out her wand, her hands were trembling.

Magic is not something to be abused like this.

Ron was about to rush out with a cold face.

Harry pressed their heads one by one, and pressed them into the tent: "Those people are pretty good, don't be impulsive, you are still a little bit worse now."

"Safety is the most important thing."

"The Ministry of Magic has a lot of people here, maybe we can try to believe that"

Having said this, he stopped abruptly, Harry raised his hand around Hermione's head, pressed it hard, and squatted down together, a spell rubbed against the position where Hermione's head was just now, and fell on the tent, the flames ignited, The lion image twisted in the flames.

"Very well, it seems that they are here to look for me." Harry raised his head, his pupils were cold, and he put his hands on Quinn, "Go back to the tent."

"Harry." Hermione gripped her wand.

"Go back, you are not his target." Harry stared at the group of people, the leader looked slightly stooped, playing with a wand, his appearance was hidden under the mask, but his playful eyes could not be concealed, straight The hook fell on himself.

"Is this group of people looking for you?" Hermione took a deep breath.

"Call Sirius and Lupine." Harry inserted the Gryffindor sword back and pulled out the snake bone sword. "Hermione, use the Patronus to call Mr. Arthur."

Hermione nodded and responded, "Be careful, there are too many of them."

George and Fred were about to move and wanted to rush over together, but Harry kicked them back.

"Are you Harry Potter?" The leader lowered his voice, looked at Harry who came to them, and asked, "Lion-like eyes, I heard you are the most orthodox Gryffindor? recognized"

Harry interrupted him: "For the illiterate, the lion has round eyes."

The man was startled, and he opened his mouth: "The recognized heir of Gryffindor?"

"So you don't admit your mistake and plan to pretend to be a fool?" Harry sneered.

In the crowd, there was a sudden curse.

Cruciatus!

"What are you talking to him about!" someone yelled, but it wasn't the one who cast the spell.

Harry ducked sideways, flicking his wand.

Mire Curse.

The terrain on which this group of people were standing collapsed, and a few people exclaimed, struggling and running out in a panic.

Only a few people cast the armor spell on themselves first.

Empty has magic.

Harry waved his wand, and there were a few whistling sounds, and the empty tents around them twisted, and wooden strips, like spines, gathered the surroundings together, like a cage, imprisoning these people.

"Are you looking for your own death, Potter?" The leader waved his wand, the magic power was a bit jerky, but it smoothly turned the ground under his feet back into hard soil.

Others were reminded by this person's actions.

A few spells stopped immediately, and the effect of the Mire Curse disappeared.

There are others.

Cruciatus, Out of Body, Blasting Curse, several black magics shot towards Harry, colorful and extremely dangerous.

Harry dodged sideways lightly: "More people don't mean stronger."

He flicked his wand.

The cage is drawn inward.

A curtain flew, rolled up the Roberts family, wrapped them tightly, and put them behind the tent beside them.

Alder!
Raising their hands again, the power of the seal surged and impacted them, even with the armor cursed on them, they staggered, collided like dominoes, and pressed against the tighter and tighter cage, puff—— Blood spattered.

Wooden thorns pierced the chests of several people.

Harry swung his longsword, running towards the nearest person.

"Don't let him get close, Potter knows swordsmanship!" A person shouted in horror, the voice was slightly familiar.

"Destroy the cage." The man whose chest was pierced raised his wand, pointed at the cage, and cast a blasting spell, blasting a head-sized gap.

The few people on the outermost side held up their wands, ready to deal with Harry.

Cruciatus!

It seemed to be at the top of their list of spell books.

In the small space, the spells they thought they would be able to hit all passed by Harry's body. His footsteps were nimble, and under the light of the fire and the moon, they were even more graceful than Veela's dancing posture.

The thick and long snake-bone sword was turning in his hand, it looked softer than silk, it came to them in the blink of an eye, and easily cut through one of them's chest, leaving a narrow and deep scar.

"Poison!" The man screamed in horror, his body limp, and fell to the ground, "Quick, save me, there is poison on the sword."

The poison of the basilisk is sinister and vicious.

He lost all his strength almost instantly.

But no one paid any attention to him, and the rest of them tried their best to avoid Harry's sword, which now seemed to be an elegant but extremely dangerous dance step.

boom--

The cage was finally blasted by them.

They jumped, crawled, rolled, escaped from the cage, shouted and panicked, their faces were covered by masks, but their emotions were on the surface.

Only the one who shouted at the beginning still had the courage to face Harry with his wand raised.

But he didn't seem to cast a spell for a long time.

The Transfiguration spell was unfamiliar, and the intention to fight was obvious. Harry waved his wand casually, and the transfigured creature restrained all his actions. At this moment, there was a snap, followed by a forceful push of magic force, forcing Harry to take two steps back. .

One hand, a haggard, thin hand, grasped the wrist of the leader, and with another snap, Apparition disappeared.

House elves!
Another creature.

The leader disappeared, and the others fled in all directions.

Harry raised his wand.

The cages dispersed and turned into pythons, crawling in all directions, trying to arrest those who escaped.

Far away, 100 meters away.

With a quick "pop", the magic power surged, and the breath leaked out. It was the person who had slipped away just now. Harry threw himself backwards, dodging the "Cruciatus", the robe swam, and there were two swooshes, He flew towards that person, and trotted himself.

"Potter, tonight is a welcome gift for you." The man raised his wand.

The emotions behind the mask are hideous.

"Bone reappears!"

He yelled, and a spell shot into the air.

The black smoke surged, exuding an evil and ominous atmosphere. It was a huge skull with a long snake in its mouth.

a mark.

Before the cloth strips flew in front of the man, the elf took him with him and disappeared again.

Harry spat, and there was no longer the presence of that person nearby. He hurriedly turned his head and looked at those people who were running around. Some of them had disappeared, and only the original cage was left. .

A few more seemed to want to take off their disguises and disappear into the panicked crowd.

The most familiar breath is closest to him.

Harry waved his wand, and the strips of the robes turned around, piercing through the damaged tent, grabbing the wizard who hadn't had time to change his clothes, and grabbing the tent curtains together, mercilessly Hit the ground.

at the same time.

More than a dozen wizards fell beside Harry.

"Passed out!"

Almost at the same time as they landed, they raised their wands, aimed at the person surrounded by them, and uttered a spell.

With a crackling sound, Quinn was crushed by the first few spells. The huge air wave pushed the first group of people to stagger back. on the ground.

They also have to say the mantra.

"See people clearly." Harry said softly, with a gentle tone.

The faces of several Aurors changed suddenly.

One exclaimed: "Stop, it's Mr. Potter!"

Someone dryly explained to him: "Mr. Potter, we didn't mean it, it's just that some people said that there are dark wizards making trouble here, and the light is too dark."

"And no brains," Harry added.

The man's face became embarrassing: "And we were a little too impatient, so we moved our hands without distinguishing the situation."

Harry waved his hand, raised his wand, and pointed towards the distance: "I rescued those ordinary people. I'm afraid they will run away and cause accidents, so they are all tied up in that veil."

Then he pointed at the person lying on the ground: "There was one who was hit by my sword, and no one rescued him. He was lying there. It was snake venom. If there is an antidote for him, he may still be alive."

One person's expression changed, and while searching for the antidote from his robe, he ran towards the black wizard.

"There is another one, the one I grabbed. It was not poisoned or injured." Harry lowered his head, looking at the man who was tightly bound and trampled by him, with the mask still on his face.

Someone noticed the mark in the sky, and his face changed: "Mr. Potter, that is"

Harry turned his head, and the sign of the long snake spitting out his mouth was still there: "It was made by the leader of the group who made the trouble, and he said it was a gift for me. Do you know what it is?"

"It's the Dark Mark." The man's face turned pale and his voice trembled, "It's the symbol of the mysterious man."

Fear filled his heart, overflowed from his eyes, and spread to others.

"So, these people are Death Eaters tonight?" Harry lowered his head, continuing to look at the man he had captured.

The Aurors didn't speak or move.

The miserable face was just a mark, and it frightened them to the point where it was almost difficult to move.

"Then let's see who this old friend is." Harry continued softly, and with a wave of his wand, a strip of cloth stuck out, and the mask on the man's face was lifted, revealing a head of pale blond short-to-medium-length hair. A pair of gray eyes, and a rather handsome, but thin and pale face.

Among the Aurors, someone gasped.

Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

Harry smiled slightly: "Oh, it turned out to be you."

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"Repaying the debts of the Potter family is putting so much pressure on you to do these lowly things to earn some meager extra money?"

Lucius Malfoy didn't speak, his eyes were dull and confused.

"Mr. Malfoy may be controlled by the Imperius Curse." An Auror spoke cautiously and tentatively.

Harry shook his head.

He was not blind, and there was no magic in Lucius that belonged to other people in his senses.

The Auror who rescued him ran back with a gloomy face: "That man is Mr. Avery."

Avery.

This is another surname that is well-known in the wizarding world. Like Malfoy, it is a very prestigious pure-blood family.

"By the way, I have something else to do." Harry said, just about to say something.

Two Ministry of Magic officials arrived, frowning and anxious.

"Potter?" One of them was Ludo, with a surprised tone, "Why are you here? Is this all?"

The Auror explained for Harry.

Ludo nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought Mr. Potter, my God, how could I have such a damn idea?"

"This is?" Harry looked at the man next to Ludo.

"Barty Crouch, Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department." Ludo introduced enthusiastically.

Harry nodded slowly: "Mr. Crouch, who asked the house elf to take the place, but didn't come."

Crouch nodded stiffly, his eyes more on Malfoy.

"I have another news to tell you." Harry looked at Crouch and said softly, "The man who was the leader of the group of Death Eaters just now was rescued by a house elf, I remember its smell and appearance .”

"Mr. Crouch."

Suddenly being called out by Harry, he raised his head subconsciously and met Harry's eyes.

Harry went on: "That house-elf is yours, the one called Winky."

Crouch's eyes changed, including shock, fear, and anger, but there was no look called "unexpected".

(End of this chapter)