Chapter 740 - 289: Voldemort! You’re Not Even in Little Hangleton!_2
Chapter 740: Chapter 289: Voldemort! You’re Not Even in Little Hangleton!_2
"Thank you." Victor said gruffly, "I really didn’t expect to be ambushed by spiders and brought here. It didn’t seem in a rush to eat me, just wrapped me in a spider cocoon as if to store me."
"Indeed," Harry said, "Spiders do have a habit of storing food to eat later."
Victor shivered upon hearing that.
Being wrapped in a spider cocoon felt extremely awful, and he never wanted to experience it again.
"If I were you, I wouldn’t be so relaxed." Harry reminded Victor, "That spider certainly won’t go far. Perhaps if you look behind you, you’ll have quite a discovery?"
Upon Harry’s words, Victor quickly drew his magic wand and turned around, meeting eight pitch-black and gleaming eyes.
It was a large Eight-eyed Giant Spider. Victor rolled away clumsily, dodging the spider’s attack, and then cast a spell, trying to stop its further assault.
"Stupefy!"
A spell as thick as a bucket shot out from Harry’s magic wand, hitting the spider’s abdomen.
The spider’s belly suddenly exploded, with yellow-green innards and various unknown fluids splattering all over Victor.
Whether it was the stench or not, Victor leaned against a nearby bush and began to vomit.
Damn, that’s disgusting.
"No need to thank me," Harry told him, "What do you plan to do next?"
Victor glanced at Harry twice, raised his wand towards the sky, and fired a series of red sparks into the air.
The sparks marked his location, surrounding Victor overhead.
"If it weren’t for you, I would have probably been eaten by the spider, so I’m technically out of the tournament." Victor said, "Congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament... ugh!"
Victor vomited again, pulling a piece of intestine from his head and throwing it to the ground.
So disgusting...
Harry thought Victor would surely have nightmares for days.
He turned back to see, just a foot away, the trophy behind him glowed with an eerie light.
Harry walked over and waved to Victor.
"I’m heading out, Victor."
With that, he took out several bottles of potions from his pocket: Calming Potion, Adruse Potion, Ultimate Potion, Thunder Brew, and Blessing Potion.
Adruse Potion is a magic potion that enhances the drinker’s defense with a sturdy rock exterior.
Ultimate Potion, when consumed, increases spell damage dealt by the user for a certain time.
Thunder Brew: can be thrown or drunk; when consumed, it creates a storm around the user, stunning and damaging nearby enemies. Throwing it yields a similar effect at the target location.
As for Blessing Potion, it enhances the user’s luck, a truly magical potion.
Harry never fights unprepared. These potions were secretly given to him by Cassandra last night.
He realized why Cassandra had been absent recently; she had been secretly brewing potions...
Honestly, Harry was quite touched.
Once fully prepared, he picked up the nearby trophy.
Instantly, he felt as if his navel was pulled, followed by his legs leaving the ground — it indeed was a Door Key.
The trophy, turned into a Door Key, dragged Harry forward amidst the whistling wind and swirling colors.
As soon as he felt his feet hit the ground, he quickly uttered a spell.
"Protego Gubraithian!"
Blue flames erupted around Harry, and with a flick of his magic wand, they shot up several dozen feet.
At that moment, he was met with a barrage of spells.
"Crucio!" "Diffindo!" "Stupefy!"
Colorful spells hit the blazing fire shield surrounding Harry, seemingly fueling the fire even more!
The magic’s wonder lies not only in defense and retaliation; Harry could see the Dark Wizards attacking him through the flames, but they couldn’t see him through the fiery veil.
Realizing their attacks failed, the Dark Wizards raised their heads, preparing to escape using Apparition.
But Harry had no intention of giving them the chance; he waved his wand, and flames rapidly engulfed the area.
The flames spread, encircling each Dark Wizard.
Under the high temperature of the flames, focusing on Apparition was impossible.
Forcing it would lead to bodily harm or worse, a grim fate.
Some defiant Dark Wizards attempted to cast the Apparition Charm but were consumed by the flames, screaming and struggling with no relief from the fire scorching their souls.
Harry did it intentionally; he didn’t want to make it easy for those Dark Wizards.
Attacking him was secondary; the main reason was to intimidate those Dark Wizards who hadn’t escaped yet.
Everyone knows that those daring to flee in such situations are desperate daredevils; while those staying put are somewhat cowardly.
There’s truth in the saying: if not afraid to die, who would become a Death Eater?
Many Death Eaters were intimidated by Voldemort’s power, temporarily siding with him, rather than truly wanting to submit.
Those truly unafraid of death joined the bold and fierce anti-Voldemort movement.
"It seems some people aren’t very honest," Harry’s voice sounded sharply, "Ambushing me here, and intending to flee afterward?"
No one spoke; the living Death Eaters lowered their heads, none wanting to be the first to confront this young wizard whose power was beyond his years.
At this moment, they finally realized.
Perhaps there was merit in predicting Potter to be the savior star, the child in Professor Trelawney’s prophecy.
Look at this guy, his magic strength, spell proficiency, the signature Protego Gubraithian of the Grindelwald family, and only fifteen years old?
It’s doubtful if Grindelwald could have been this proficient at fifty.
They couldn’t know, Harry had studied a hundred years ago, then consumed Nicolas Flamel’s Magic Stone; his magic not only astonishingly strong but almost seemingly endless.
These wizards internally wondered if Potter might be Grindelwald’s favored disciple from the old days storming Europe?
Otherwise, why is he so powerful, wielding the trademark skill?
Harry didn’t know their thoughts; otherwise, he’d surely curse their backward thinking.
What a sham! I developed this spell with Vivi, and that little Sniff secretly copied it from my magic notes; how did it become Grindelwald’s signature move?
"My patience is limited." Harry’s voice rang out again, "I know your identities and why you’re here... So, where’s Voldemort? That rodent whom I’ve repeatedly crushed, where is he now?"
He suspected before, and since Voldemort hadn’t acted yet, it indicated he likely wasn’t present.
Voldemort! You’re certainly not in Little Hangleton! Where are you?
Again, silence; the Death Eaters trembled inside the fire prison, not daring to speak.
Amidst the quiet, with only the sound of flames burning, a sudden scream pierced the air.
It was the Death Eater in the center; the flames had reached him.
He cried out frantically, desperately beating at the fire, begging painfully: "I’ll speak, I’ll speak! Mr. Potter!"
(Held it in from seven and finally let it out now... deleted and wrote, wrote and deleted, feeling a bit unsatisfied...)