Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 452 The Evil Potter!
"Avada Kedavra!"

Suddenly, green spells attacked Harry from all directions, completely enveloping him.

It seems he has nowhere left to run.

However, in that split second, a rune suddenly formed in front of Harry.

Time stood still for a moment.

More than a dozen Killing Curses froze in mid-air as Harry strolled through them. As he passed the last green light, he snapped his fingers.

The instant time resumed its flow, the released killing curse exploded, and the emerald-green magical turbulence killed all the casters.

Their bodies crashed into the stone wall engraved with black magic runes, and they vaporized, leaving behind grotesque murals on the wall!

"He used time manipulation!" a Death Eater wearing a silver mask screamed. "That's a technique Salazar Slytherin lost to him—"

"Imperio (Astral projection)"

Harry gently uttered the third Unforgivable Curse, and the Death Eater immediately turned his wand toward his companion.

With the appearance of a green light, his companion also fell to the ground.

“Name.” Harry looked at the Death Eater who was controlled by the Imperius Curse.

“Rabastan Lestrange,” the Death Eater said with a blissful expression, as if he were a bear soaking in honey.

"Where is Voldemort?" Harry asked bluntly.

“I don’t know,” Rabastan said with great certainty and sincerity. “Our master didn’t show himself. Instead, he told us to set up a passage to Hogwarts here first. But I didn’t expect you to find it first.”

"Where is this?" Harry asked again.

“This is the Lestrange family’s basement,” Labastan answered honestly. “It’s our secret base, and seventeen people are temporarily staying here…”

“So, one last question,” Harry began, “besides the Caro siblings, has anyone else entered the Vanishing Cabinet?”

“No more,” Rabastan replied.

Harry nodded, and a prototype immediately appeared and was thrown out.

Sure enough, there was no one else in the basement.

He put away the vanishing cabinet with satisfaction, then pointed his wand at Rabastan.

He then shook his head, grabbed Rabastan's clothes, and Apparated to the gates of Hogwarts Castle.

Rabastan walked ahead, with Harry following behind. As they entered the gate, Professor Snape was on patrol. The moment he saw Rabastan, Professor Snape drew his wand and pointed it at Rabastan, from which a strange spell was flicked out.

"Protego!"

Harry blocked Professor Snape's spell and said somewhat helplessly, "Professor, he's someone I brought."

“Ha, Lestrange…”

Professor Snape glanced at the other person, then suddenly felt something was off. He looked at Harry suspiciously, his expression growing increasingly complicated.

"An unforgivable curse?" he asked, squinting.

“It’s just a minor, harmless curse.” Harry made a gesture that would be absolutely forbidden in South Korea. “You know, Professor, it’s harmless, really just a minor curse.”

Professor Snape chuckled, as if he had heard a joke that he found utterly ridiculous.

“Come with me to see Dumbledore,” he said, adding, “and remember to bring this Death Eater who’s under the control of the Lesser Curse.”

After that, he turned and left.

Harry shrugged and followed.

They made their way to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor. Dumbledore wasn't asleep; he was sitting in the office, intently studying the Marauder's Map in front of him.

"Albus." Professor Snape entered the Headmaster's office and pointed to Harry behind him: "Potter brought a Death Eater—I need to remind you that your student used a minor evil curse, and I hope you can handle the aftermath."

"Don't worry, Severus, don't worry." Dumbledore stretched out his hands to reassure Snape. "Of course, I know Harry likes to use some extraordinary methods, but there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Using some minor evil curses that aren't strictly allowed against Death Eaters is within the Ministry of Magic's tolerance."

"Heh." Professor Snape curled his lips, turned around and walked away.

I have absolutely no intention of staying here.

“Looks like I’ll have to call Remus and Arthur over here again.” Dumbledore smiled gently at Harry. “But I don’t think they’ll refuse, will they… By the way, tell me about this Death Eater, Labastan Lestrange, right? I remember him, he was a Slytherin student.”

"It seems all the Death Eaters are from Slytherin?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

“Oh, you can’t say that.” Dumbledore waved his hand. “You should remember that there are Death Eaters in Gryffindor, and that person… you’re quite familiar with him.”

“Yes, Ron knows it better,” Harry said, turning his head away and suppressing a laugh. “He even slept with that Gryffindor Death Eater for over ten years.”

Dumbledore pursed his lips, finally suppressing the smile that was about to appear.

“We discovered it relatively early.” Harry got to the point and said to Dumbledore, “It was still in its infancy. They had just discovered the purpose of the Vanishing Cabinet and were just repairing it… Only the Carol siblings were among the Death Eaters heading to Hogwarts.”

“Not bad.” Dumbledore finally relaxed his brow with relief. “Is the source reliable?” he asked again.

Harry didn't say anything, but simply gestured with his chin towards Labaster, who was still basking in bliss.

Dumbledore understood immediately.

“I understand,” he said. “You can lift the spell now, otherwise Arthur or Remus will definitely lecture you if they find out you used such an evil curse.”

“Uh,” Harry said, glancing at Labastan, “let him go now? Won’t there be any danger?”

Dumbledore immediately gave Harry a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

Yes, what danger is there?
You mean, what kind of storm would an ordinary Death Eater cause when facing the strongest wizard of this century and the strongest wizard of the last century in the headmaster's office?

Harry smiled and released the Imperius Curse.

Once the control was released, Labastan knelt on the ground, clutching his neck and breathing heavily, looking at Harry with terrified eyes.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with a smile.

"You devil! You devil!" Labaster retreated rapidly, utterly terrified by Harry.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore looked at Harry with a suspicious gaze.

“He might be a little mentally unstable.” Harry tapped his temple with his fingers. “You see, otherwise why would he be like this?”

Dumbledore chuckled but said nothing. "I don't believe you for a second; you're a wicked rascal."

You clearly used some incredible magic spell to scare this guy like this.

So……

What kind of magic spell was used?

Dumbledore was also very curious. How could a Death Eater who killed without hesitation be so frightened? That curse must be something extraordinary.

But judging from Harry's expression, it seems unlikely he'll get any information out of him...

Forget it.

Let's talk about it another time.

A short while later, Lupin and Mr. Weasley arrived at the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts once again.

“Not bad,” Mr. Weasley said with a chuckle. “It’s good that we’re on standby and not in a rush to go to sleep—looks like we’ve caught another Death Eater? Hey, Lestrange, how are you?”

Rabastan waved listlessly at Mr. Weasley.

Harry glanced at Rabastan and thought to himself that this Death Eater was quite polite, knowing to respond to greetings.

Okay.

"How were you caught?" Lupin asked Dumbledore. "Was it found inside the school?"

“Oh, no,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “It’s just that Harry stormed into their hideout and brought him back.”

“Oh, Harry stormed into the Death Eaters’ lair and…” Mr. Weasley repeated halfway before suddenly realizing something was wrong, his voice rising an octave: “What did you say? Harry stormed into the Death Eaters’ lair? All by himself?!”

“That’s just how it is,” Dumbledore said with a smile and a nod. “As for the details, you can ask Lestrange for them. Well, you should leave now. It’s getting late, and we should get some rest, shouldn’t we?”

“We’ll take this man with us for now.” Lupin stepped forward and grabbed Labastan’s arm. “Arthur, where are the magic shackles? Come on… put them on him.”

After Lupin and Mr. Weasley left, Harry also said goodbye to Dumbledore and left the headmaster's office.

When they returned to the Great Hall, Ron immediately crawled over to Harry, sleeping in his sleeping bag.

"What on earth happened, Harry?"

Harry recounted in detail what had happened after they left to Ron, who was still somewhat unsatisfied after hearing it.

"Why didn't you take me with you? Why didn't you take us with you? The Death Eaters' lair... it sounds really exciting..."

“This is no joke, Ron,” Harry sighed. “Going to wipe out the Death Eaters’ lair is an extremely dangerous operation. What am I supposed to tell your parents if something happens to you?”

“Besides…” Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and said, “I’m not sure what kind of ambush is over there. Besides, the Death Eaters aren’t like magical creatures. They can just raise their hand and use Avada Kedavra. It’s really dangerous.”

“Okay,” Ron nodded, but he still wanted to go with Harry.

"When are we going to the Room of Requirement?" Hermione asked, appearing out of nowhere. "Didn't we say we should be fully prepared before the trial? I can't wait—what should we practice with first at the Room of Requirement?"

“It’s definitely not the Boggart,” Ron muttered. “Maybe it’ll be our sparring session. I can’t guess what Harry is thinking.”

"If you can't figure it out, then don't guess." Hermione pulled her hand out of her sleeping bag and ruffled Ron's hair. "Go to sleep, Ron—you have to get up for class tomorrow."

Ron groaned at the thought of having class tomorrow.

He really didn't want to go to class; he'd rather deal with the Flobber caterpillars for Professor Snape than attend class.

The next morning, they received a notification that they were free to return to their respective common rooms.

The students were somewhat disappointed, since it was only a few times a year that all four colleges would gather together in the auditorium.

Honestly, this is much more lively than when I'm in my dorm room with a few other people.

That feeling is actually quite similar to going camping.

Today's potion class lesson is about brewing beauty potions, which, as the name suggests, can make people beautiful.

However, the process was quite complicated. After Harry finished brewing the mixture, he crossed his arms and watched Hermione and Ron work together with great interest.

Professor Snape has now gotten used to his overpowered abilities and even stops assigning him teammates to avoid being carried to victory by him.

The creation of the beauty potion requires two stages, with the first stage taking 90 to 150 minutes.

First, grind 3 portions of fairy wings in a mortar; then, put 6 portions of the ground powder into a crucible and stir clockwise 3 times.

Then, add 5 drops of morning dew to the crucible and rotate it counterclockwise 10 times.

Heat for 15 seconds, then wave your wand and wait.

In the second stage, the unit of time is no longer minutes, but seconds.

The entire second stage takes only a few dozen seconds. First, you need to put 7 rose petals into the crucible, then put 4 portions of lady's mantle into the crucible, and stir clockwise 5 times.

Next, put one portion of unicorn tail hair into the crucible and stir it counterclockwise for 8 turns.

Meanwhile, grind one piece of ginger in a mortar, put three portions of the ground powder into a crucible, heat for 10 seconds, simmer for a while, and then wave your wand to get a pot of perfect beauty potion.

With the help of the textbook, Ron finished quickly.

During the second phase, Professor Snape stood beside him and watched for a long time.

After he had brewed the perfect potion, she nodded subtly and left his side.

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After class, Ron said with lingering fear, "I almost thought Professor Snape was going to scold me, but to my surprise, he didn't say anything."

“What’s even more surprising is that he actually nodded,” Harry added. “He was actually quite satisfied with your performance.”

“Satisfied?” Ron said incredulously, as if he had heard something unbelievable. “How is that possible? How could Professor Snape be satisfied with me? I’d rather believe I never eat chicken legs again!”

Well, it seems Ron really doesn't believe it, he's even bringing up chicken legs as an excuse.

Harry didn't argue with him; it was just a trivial matter anyway.

During dinner, the owls flew in from outside, and Hedwig flew in too, delivering a package to Harry.

Inside is the Daily Prophet.

(End of this chapter)