Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

twenty minutes.

This long time made the hearts of half of the Death Eaters in the vault sink.

too long.

"How long will it take?" A Death Eater stood up, restless, and kicked away the golden vessel bearing the crest of the Lestrange family.

Bellatrix felt nothing, staring nervously at the Hufflepuff cup.

The two real Lestranges, Rodolphus and Rabastan, glared disapprovingly at the Death Eater. These are the treasures of their Lestrange family, but the threats in their eyes were useless. The Death Eater He kicked those "treasures" even more dissatisfied.

The status of the Lestrange family among the Death Eaters depends entirely on Bellatrix.

Obviously, that woman never put the Lestrange family in her eyes.

She doesn't care about these things, she only cares about her dear master.

As long as there is no problem with my dear master, everything else is not important.

One waved his wand, triggering the spell that had been placed outside Gringotts: "It's Harry Potter."

"And Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Just the two of them, not Dumbledore."

This made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's only Potter, they want to come here," a Death Eater sneered, shaking his head, and all the panic accumulated in his heart just now spit out with his laughter.

Rodolphs interrupted him: "Don't forget what Batty said, Potter is not a simple little wizard."

"He is very powerful, maybe he is difficult to fight against the master, but for us, he should be regarded as an opponent on the same level as Dumbledore."

The man continued to sneer: "Baty's words may not be believed, he has been imprisoned by his father, who knows that his mind is still not clear."

Labastan looked at him, his voice was cold: "If Batty was here, would you still dare to say such a thing?"

They are about to quarrel.

"Insurance!" Bellatrix stood up, waving her wand with all her teeth and claws. "The resurrection of the master can't be any accidents. Do everything according to Batty's instructions, and stop Potter, of course. It's best if you can catch him." .”

"Take him as a gift from the master after his resurrection."

"Go!"

They were busy setting it up.

Magical traps, formations, and pulling that old dragon in Gringotts.

"Damn it, the protective magic on the gate doesn't work! Potter has passed the first level!"

"Fire Dragon."

"The fire dragon has no effect either."

"This dragon is too old, two swords, Potter killed this fire dragon with only two swords!"

In the mine tunnel, the goblin's mine cart roared forward.

Harry waved his wand to dismantle the traps along the way, as well as the Death Eaters who appeared from time to time. These guys who escaped from Azkaban did have some skills. Their spells were deadly and dangerous, which could hinder Harry to a certain extent.

He also had to keep Kingsley safe.

It's been a bumpy road.

The Death Eaters are now thankful that, as one of the oldest nobles, Lestrange kept the family treasury deep in Gringotts, instead of keeping the treasury on the surface like those ordinary wizarding families.

The long journey is also a good helper for delaying time.

vault.

A shrill roar sounded, and an illusory and transparent soul body gushed out. It was a handsome man wearing a violet robe. Some traces of magical transformation could be faintly seen on his facial features, but it was not as hateful as the later ones. He adds some quirky charm.

"Oh, you actually used me to resurrect." He stretched out his hand lazily, and the blood gushing from the corpse on the ground connected with his ten fingers, "What happened to the main body?"

Bellatrix nodded: "Yes, my great master."

"You, your body is dead."

"Death." He raised his hand, his eyes were pure, admiring the ruby-like blood lines on his hand, "What a terrible word, I can hardly imagine that it will come to me."

"Dumbledore shot at me?"

Bellatrix shook her head: "No, my dear master, it is Harry Potter."

"It was he who caused your death."

The man frowned, and finally looked down at his loyal servants: "Harry Potter?"

"I've never heard of that name, from the Potter family?"

"He's not a wizard from his master's time." Bellatrix leaned over and kissed his master's instep, "He's a young wizard."

"Little wizard?" The man was surprised, "How small?"

"He's only fifteen years old," Bellatrix replied.

"Still studying at Hogwarts?" The man was even more surprised, "A little wizard in the fourth or fifth grade?"

"Fifth grade," Bellatrix continued.

The man laughed and waved lightly at another Death Eater: "A little wizard in the fifth grade who killed the greatest Dark Lord, the most powerful Dark Wizard, are you kidding me?"

"Something even I can't do."

The wizard who was summoned by him came over respectfully, took out his wand, held it high with both hands, and handed it to the master.

The man picked it up: "Oak, Dragon Heartstring."

"A Faithful Wand"

He waved lightly, the magic power surged, and he pointed at Bellatrix without hesitation: "Crucio!"

The woman convulsed and fell to the ground, howling in pain.

"Tell me the truth, is this really the case?" the man asked, asking.

Bellatrix suppressed the pain and nodded hard: "Of course, master, it's like this, I didn't lie to you."

"It's a prophecy!"

"A prophecy about you and that Potter that made you die twice."

The man stopped casting spells and moved his wand away: "Prophecy?"

The Death Eaters who remained in the vault pricked up their ears, most of them hearing the prophecy for the first time.

"Master, you didn't tell me the specific content." Bellatrix struggled and knelt down in front of the man again, "But that prophecy made you not hesitate to kill two babies in the cradle."

"But it didn't work out."

The man played with his wand: "I hate the word failure."

"So, did that Potter possess powerful magical powers after he was born, and defeated me from the front, or did he play some trick?"

Bellatrix replied softly: "They played some tricks. Your favorite godson, Batty said that although Potter is excellent, he is not born with powerful magic power."

"If you fight head-on, Potter will definitely not be your opponent."

The man laughed: "As smart as I am, can I also fall for other people's tricks?"

"Interesting."

"So, where is that Mr. Potter? Hogwarts, protected by Dumbledore?"

His voice fell, and there was a loud bang.

The vault door was forced open, and the magic protecting it was removed.

"Potter, he's outside." Bellatrix said in the face of the explosion, laying down the opening words for Harry Potter.