Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 317 315. Jump up and hit him on the knee! (Please vote)
Harry was in a bad state, so the other party would naturally not miss this opportunity and would not say stupid things like a fair duel to him, so Harry was knocked down by a spell without any surprise.

"Wormtail, tie him up."

The owner of the hoarse voice, the goblin, ordered.

Upon hearing this, Peter immediately rushed forward and tied Harry up very roughly.

The goblin walked up to Harry with his hands behind his back. However, the huge height difference between goblins and humans, especially Harry who was now 1.8 meters tall, meant that even if he jumped up, he could only reach Harry's knees and could only stare up at Harry. Harry, this made the goblin very dissatisfied and glared at Peter. The latter fearfully tied Harry's legs and asked him to sit on the ground, and then moved a stool over.

Standing on the stool and looking down at Harry, the goblin showed a satisfied smile.

"Harry Potter, do you know who I am? Do you know what I am going to do?"

The goblin stared into Harry's green eyes, which were filled with the pleasure of a great revenge being about to be avenged.

Harry also stared at the goblins, and he thought of something Hermione often mentioned in the first grade: "Of course I know, you are going to launch a goblin rebellion like in 1612. But you ignored one thing. This world is no longer what it used to be. Being completely controlled by wizards, and the power of goblins is far less than it was in 1612, it is impossible for you to win."

"This is only possible unless you contact centaurs, fishmen, vampires, banshees, giants and werewolves. However, vampires and banshees have been officially classified as humans. They have gained the same power as wizards, and I do not recommend that you let giants Participate, they will eat their companions when they go crazy.”

"So you are doomed to fail!"

The goblin standing opposite him looked stunned after hearing Harry's words, and then his face instantly darkened, as if Harry had spoken his mind.

"Shut up!"

The goblin looked very angry, and his tiny fingers were trembling.

"I know you don't like hearing it, but it's the truth!"

Harry said in a serious tone: "The age of goblins has passed, you are doomed"

"I'm not a goblin!"

The sharp voice sounded again, and the other party glared at Harry fiercely: "I'm just temporarily attached to this disgusting body."

The original good mood was completely ruined by Harry's words.

He really wanted to kill the boy in front of him now. According to his previous temper, he had already given the other person a 'big melon to chew', but now he forced himself to hold back. He still needed the boy, and he couldn't kill the boy now.

Staring at Harry as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"I learned my lesson. I won't make the same mistake again easily."

The goblin showed a cruel smile: "Harry Potter, do you remember Professor Quirrell from the first year?"

"Could it be..." Harry looked at the other person in surprise.

The goblin looked at the shock of the other party and felt indescribably happy in his heart: "Yes, it's what you think, I am."

"Professor Quirrell?!"

Harry's voice echoed through the cemetery.

Leprechaun:? ? ?
"Because you were unwilling to accept it, you turned into a ghost, possessed this goblin and came back for revenge?!"

Reasonable and convincing. Bullshit.

The goblin lost interest in teasing Harry and raised his hand to seal Harry's mouth with a spell, fearing that he would say something that would make him even more angry.

I originally planned to say a few words in a victorious manner, but the more I spoke, the more angry I became.

I don’t know if the other person is really stupid or if he does it on purpose.

"Wormtail, according to the original plan, it will take a while for my useless men to arrive."

The goblin left the place, and before leaving, he looked at Harry with resentful eyes: "I will have a new body soon. Of course, I need your help, Harry Potter." The latter could only whimper. There was a whining sound, and he couldn't speak as his mouth was sealed.

"I know what you want to say. Don't worry, that old madman Dumbledore won't know where you are."

"No one knows you're here, and no one I think should be anxious right now."

"I will execute you in front of everyone."

"Your fate was sealed from the beginning."

There was a sound on the black earth underfoot, and a big snake was seen meandering on the grass, circling around the goblin.

Peter gasped loudly, as if he was pushing something heavy in the darkness.

Gradually, his vision became clearer. Peter struggled to push a huge crucible and stopped at the grave marking the destroyed tombstone of 'Tom Riddle'. It was a crucible that could accommodate an adult.

I saw him placing a large stone under the crucible, stuffing a lot of firewood, and then lit them.

The crucible was filled with water, and Peter put many unknown things in it, making the liquid in the crucible thicker.

"It's on fire, Master."

After a while, Peter's respectful voice sounded.

The goblin's sharp voice sounded again.

"Let the ceremony begin, my servant."

Peter took a few deep breaths to adjust his mood, and then he walked to the grave next to him carrying a hoe.Digging hard and digging hard, the cemetery was soon excavated.After rummaging inside for a while, he took out a small section of white bones stained with dust.

Throwing the bones into the crucible without hesitation.

Peter raised his wand high, and his trembling voice sounded in the silent night air: "The bones of your father, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son!"

As the bones fell into the crucible, the liquid inside turned bright red and blue. It was obvious that the liquid inside was composed of highly toxic substances.

Then Peter walked directly above the crucible, took out a sharp and shiny dagger, stretched out his right hand, closed his eyes, and swung it hard.

Plop.

The severed arm fell into the crucible, and the bright red blue liquid instantly turned fiery red.

Peter's face was distorted, and he didn't know whether it was because of pain or fear, and his trembling voice sounded again.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

After reading this sentence, Peter quickly took out a handful of crushed plants from his pocket, which were white flowers. He applied these plants to the wound of the broken arm, and soon the blood flow of the broken arm was stopped.

"at last."

Peter walked towards Harry with the dagger in his remaining arm.

Those little eyes were full of viciousness.

But after meeting Harry's green eyes, he lost his concentration for a moment.

But this did not stop Peter, he still stabbed Harry's body with a dagger, and took out a small bottle, filled with bright red blood.

After doing all this, Peter staggered towards the crucible.

He wants to complete the last rites
(End of this chapter)