All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 90 Born in tears of joy

The living room was dark, with a layer of dust on the floor, as if no one had lived there for a while, and there was a house for sale sign hanging at the door. Wizards crowded into the house, curiously playing with Muggle belongings, and someone was using magic spells to tidy up the house. This gloomy house had a little more humanity, but these were not good people.

They were once Voldemort's subordinates, Death Eaters who committed many evil deeds. Most of them were originally serving their sentences in Azkaban, but now they have returned to the magical world and gathered under the command of a new generation of Dark Lords.

Harry appeared at the foot of the stairs.

His stomach cramped in fear, and he grabbed the escalator hard to stand up straight.

The gesture was like a trembling reed, but in the eyes of the Death Eaters, it looked like a lazy and dull emperor.

Harry still had no idea of ​​the power that his face represented.

The living room fell silent, and the sound of falling snow on the street became harsh.

The dark wizards formed a fan shape facing him, like a dark forest.

In this group of people, Harry saw a familiar person—Draco Malfoy, this nasty little wizard standing behind a man, who was, as expected, his father, old Malfoy. carved out of a mould.

Draco looked at Harry with strange excitement and surprise. His father Malfoy Sr. smiled and said: "The master is watching you, Draco. Don't show timidity and step forward bravely."

When Harry saw Draco's slimy white face approaching, his throat blocked by fear immediately rushed away, and he let out a harsh voice that even he didn't expect: "Stand there!"

The young man is still in the process of changing his voice, and his voice is like a drake's crowing, hoarse and harsh.

Draco's face turned even pale, he was frightened and his eyes filled with tears. His cowardly appearance was completely different from his arrogant behavior at Hogwarts.

The wizards in the room were as sluggish as if they were under a petrification spell.

"Let, let them go."

Harry had thought that he would be hit by countless evil spells, and he was ready to die heroically, thinking that he was repaying the Dursleys for their many years of upbringing.

However, there was no spell to strike.

Facing young Harry, all the thugs bowed obediently like straw blown by the wind, wishing to kiss his toes.Someone put an anti-curse on the Dursleys.

Uncle Vernon was the first to scream, then Dudley. Aunt Petunia was still dazed.

Harry waved to them, "Come here quickly." He tried to act like a man and protect his Muggle family when surrounded by dark wizards.

However, what responded to him was Uncle Vernon's merciless curse: "You little bastard! Damn wizard! We have all fled to Africa and still refuse to let our family go! Come at me with any trick! Don't hurt me!" Petunia and my baby!"

Cousin Dudley let out a piercing scream and trembled in Vernon's arms.

Harry watched this scene incredulously, his uncle hugged his wife and children, and glared at him, as if there was a deep hatred between them.

Several clever dark wizards quickly used the Imperius Curse again to control Vernon and Dudley.

Harry asked blankly, "What did you do?"

"Following your order, we have brought the Dursleys back. At your command, we will risk our lives regardless of the ends of the earth." The speaker was a young man Harry had never met before, and he was called Xiao Ke Rauch.

"I asked you to bring them back? Why are they avoiding me?"

This set of rhetorical questions made the dark wizards look at each other, and Crouch was the first to react, and he shouted triumphantly: "Master wants to hear the crimes of Muggles! Let them speak for themselves!"

Uncle Vernon was pushed in front of Harry, and a witch poured a potion into him. After drinking the potion, the obese middle-aged man stared blankly at Harry, which made his swollen face look like a A dead pig's head.

Harry shuddered.

Crouch rolled his eyes and took the initiative to ask for his master: "Dirty Muggles, why are you going to Casablanca? Don't you know that the master's order for you is to stay here?"

"Because he is a bad guy... He went to that school and came back as a complete villain. He tortured my baby Dudley with a curse, and he even injured me. I want to protect Petunia and Dudley while We all moved away while taking that little rascal to school."

Harry shook his head vigorously, "Impossible! What did you say I did? What did I say?"

"You say, 'I've been a slave for eleven years, and I remember every bad thing you did to me, every blow you hit me on the head.' And then you turn Dudley into He killed a pig. My Dudley used to be like a smart little angel, but then he turned into a complete fool. You said, 'For the sake of my mother's blood, I will not harm your lives, but remember, from now on From today on, you are not living for yourself, especially you, Aunt Petunia. Your blood and bones are very important to me, protect them.'..."

Vernon's sluggish accusation was like an iron awl, piercing Harry's heart. After piercing the dullness, many previous doubts were answered. It turned out that this family was not out of kindness, but was forced by force. .Harry didn't know how he bypassed Zongsi's restriction and could cast magic freely outside the school, but the result was obviously a revenge scene.

In the great self-blame and pain, Harry didn't know what to say for a while.

"Master, is it time to start?" Old Malfoy asked cautiously.

"what?"

"Of course it is... oh, sorry, I made a slip of the tongue, you make your own decision."

Harry looked at him, the omnipotent father that Draco said, a member of the Hogwarts Board of Directors, a former Death Eater, and still a Death Eater villain today. He asked, "What should I start?"

The wizards lowered their voices, letting the admiration and fear slowly flow out from the bottom of their lungs, and they said in unison: "Resurrection!"

It was like a thunderbolt suddenly passed through Harry's mind, and then his body was uncontrollable. He pulled out an elder wand from his sleeve - strange, Harry had never seen it before - and pointed it gently at De The Sili family.

Vernon and Dudley floated in the silent spell, like two pigs, bouncing lightly on the ceiling, while Petunia stayed in place.

The dark wizards were very happy. They grabbed a huge stone cauldron from an old linen bag and lit a fire under it. As a large number of white and black soul stones were thrown into the fire, the liquid in the crucible immediately began to boil.

Harry saw a mural carved on the surface of the crucible, depicting a group of warriors being thrown into the crucible one after another and reborn. Strange magic runes flashed in the blank spaces. He read out almost without thinking: "Dagoda (Irish legend) The main god) blesses the brave men, throws into the corpses of the dead, and summons the souls back!”

While the Death Eaters held their breath, a woman took out two simple coffins from the bag. The soil on them had been cleaned, but traces of age and decay were still there.

When Harry saw the coffins, his mind seemed to be shrouded in clouds, and then wet rain fell on his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears. Waving the magic wand, the coffin lid opened, revealing only dim bones inside.

He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look again, because he knew who the skeleton belonged to.

Aunt Petunia suddenly screamed as the spell wore off.

"Who are you?! No, no, Harry, Jesus Christ, you came to us! You still want to harm us! It was Lily before, but now it's you!"

"Shut up!" Little Crouch's wand flashed vicious red light, but before he could make a move, the elder wand in Harry's hand pierced a red light first, and landed on Crouch.

Cut out the bones!

Little Crouch let out a miserable scream.

Harry put down his wand, and Crouch quickly covered his mouth.

Harry opened his eyes again, as if he had just woken up, and the expression on his face became very strange. After seeing it, everyone felt that the familiar young Dark Lord had returned.

But Harry still seemed to be dreaming, his actions and words were unthinking and uncontrollable.

"Petunia, my good aunt. Don't worry, don't be afraid. I just need a little bit of your blood. Don't be stingy and donate your blood so that your sister can return to the world."

He waved his magic wand, and the female skeleton in the coffin flew up and slowly sank into the boiling crucible. The red magic flame danced strangely and its color gradually turned blue.

Petunia looked like she wanted to throw up, she was terrified.

Harry held the Elder Wand like a knife and slashed at Aunt Petunia. This skinny woman had been living in Casablanca for two months and her skin was somewhat tanned. Blood gurgled from the ends of her fingers and flew into the crucible. Petunia's cheeks turned from healthy and rosy to ashes bit by bit.

When the magic flame turned a miserable green, Harry finally stopped pumping blood.

A man with his head bowed came out of the Death Eaters. He walked up to the dying Petunia, took out a bottle of potion and poured it down for her.

Harry recognized who he was, Severus Snape, the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, the vicious teacher who had been using his position to ridicule and insult Harry.

Time had passed, and now he didn't even have the courage to look up at Harry.

The young Dark Lord ignored Snape, allowing him to treat Petunia who was bleeding profusely.His eyes rested on the cauldron, and he chanted a long and awkward incantation.

Harry's chants became louder and louder, the house shook, and his face was full of emotion.

The next moment, the spring water spurted from the cauldron, almost reaching the ceiling, as if it were endless, but not a drop of water fell on the floor.In the fountain, a human silhouette slowly lit up.

Harry stared at it bewilderedly, and a gentle female face slowly emerged from the spring water.

"Not enough!" he suddenly screamed, and when he pointed his wand at the Death Eaters, they screamed in horror, "Give me your flesh!"

The magic mark imprinted on their skin began to burn. The group of Death Eaters reluctantly stepped forward, waved their wands, cut off the fresh flesh from their bodies and threw it into the cauldron.Snape cut off his left arm without hesitation, as if it wasn't his bone and flesh, and when his blood was put into it, the effect would be the greatest and most obvious.

The fountain was dyed red with blood, and more surging vitality overflowed.

The skeleton in the spring water was wrapped in more flesh and blood, and slowly condensed into a fresh human body.

"Come back, come back!"

In tears of joy, she was born slowly.