Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 106 105. Harry Kills Lucius

To be honest, Harry couldn't help but want to applaud Lucius. This guy really thinks very quickly.

If Harry had not heard from James Potter about his godfather, Sirius, who was still alive, he would not have noticed anything wrong with what Lucius said.

Sirius Black's real name is Sirius Black. He was born into a Slytherin family but was sorted into Gryffindor. From then on, he broke off with his family, not to mention his brother-in-law Lucius.

Eleven years ago, before Voldemort's fall, Sirius and the Malfoy family were pure enemies, and there was no family affection at all between them - well, they could still say hello when they met, but not often.

As a result, Lucius now acts like he is your good uncle...

"I think I know what you want, Uncle Lucius." Without answering Lucius's question, Harry stared into the eyes of the blond man in front of him and said, "Why don't you try it yourself?"

"…If you don't mind." Lucius's throat moved slightly and the smile on his face disappeared.

Lucius directly pressed the mechanism in the study and led Harry down the stone steps. Torches on both sides kept lighting up along the way, and finally led to a huge and wide room paved with stone slabs.

Because of the existence of the Traceless Extension Charm, Harry was not surprised at all that a large space inexplicably extended in the wizard's house.

"I never thought that I would duel with a first-year wizard." Lucius said with a strange look on his face, standing opposite Harry: "This is a bit too..."

"Child's play?" Harry continued Lucius' words, "I am not interested in the feud between your previous generations or the feud between the two colleges."

"If you have listened carefully to what Draco said to you during the holidays, then you should know, Uncle Lucius." Harry raised his hand, "Make no mistake, you are the challenger."

There was a brief silence.

The next moment, Lucius suddenly raised his cane—"Faint!"

He actually put his magic wand into the cane with a snake head carved on it.

The red magic light was fast and accurate, and it could be seen that Lucius's magical ability was indeed very good. At least he was not an incompetent wizard with nothing but family background.

Unfortunately, in front of Lucius' astonished gaze, the spell he cast was like a stone sinking into the sea when it fell on Harry, without any reaction.

And in front of Harry, the piece of floor that was laid there had disappeared, and an earth totem was standing there, a stone wall totem.

Rather than saying that Lucius's spell hit Harry, it would be more accurate to say that the spell hit a stone wall in front of Harry, creating at most a pit.

"Cast your spell as you like, Harry," Lucius said kindly, "This is Malfoy Manor. The Ministry of Magic's ban on young wizards does not apply here."

This was indeed true, because in the afternoon, Harry had seen Draco casting spells in the garden with his wand unscrupulously...but he did not intend to do as Lucius said.

Because if he wanted to clear the Ministry of Magic's accusation of misuse of magic this afternoon, Harry felt that he had to at least ensure the purity of his wand.

There was no answer. In Lucius's eyes, an unknown attack mixed with rocks, flames, water and lightning instantly fell on the place where he had just been, melting the stone slabs there and turning them into flowing lava.

The scorching heat even caused a drop of cold sweat to run down Lucius' forehead.

But Harry's attack did not stop there. He had already guessed what Lucius wanted, but there was no way Harry could give Lucius what he wanted - at least not completely.

The room, which was originally a bit chilly and could only be illuminated by torches burning on both sides, had somehow been dyed with a bit of orange-red. The magic spells that passed through the air from time to time were the attacks launched by Lucius.

Even though he hadn't fought with anyone else for many years, Lucius was still very agile. With Harry's deliberate holding back, Lucius quickly rolled over to avoid the impact of a gust of wind. The strong wind even blew up the boiling lava on the ground and burned a corner of his luxurious robe.

But at the moment, Lucius had no time to care about such a small matter.

fiery.

At the beginning, the spells used by Lucius could be considered decent magic, such as the magic that made people faint or break into pieces, which were commonly used by ordinary wizards. But later, when the pressure that Harry deliberately slowed down gradually increased, the magic used by Lucius had turned into various dark magics that were enough to get him sent to Azkaban.

Lucius was gasping for breath. He felt as if all the water in his body was about to evaporate. At this moment, what occupied his gradually blurring consciousness was the scarlet totem.

Red light spread all over the totem, and flames jumped out from above it from time to time, like fiery elves. A red and yellow halo surrounded the totem, and even the air seemed to be expanding with the totem as the center.

Lucius tried to destroy the totem that caused all the changes, but failed in vain.

The spell he cast was unable to destroy the totem. Even the giant snake he summoned was ignited the moment it pounced on the totem, and then it hissed in pain, rolled around, and turned to ashes.

At that moment, Lucius knew that he had lost, lost to the child who was much younger than him and had no ability to fight back.

"Actually, I understand what you're worried about." Harry's voice was a little distorted amid the gurgling sound of the bubbling magma, but it was clear enough to reach Lucius' ears. "You know that in the eyes of others, Draco, as my apprentice, has been labeled with me and is tied to me."

It was no longer dyed orange-red. As Harry spoke, the whole room seemed to be burning. Lucius clearly saw the ceiling above his head melt into a golden-red viscous liquid that suddenly dripped and fell beside him.

"This makes you anxious because you don't know whether I have the ability to match my reputation, and whether it is worth the Malfoy family investing their next generation of heirs in it... This is reasonable..."

The whole room had melted, except for the small patch of floor where Lucius was standing, looking up at Harry as he fell backwards. The whole room had melted into boiling liquid.

The golden-red lava that emitted rolling heat waves even turned into schools of fish, flying birds, and tigers and leopards that drilled out of the lava. They clearly had the form of animals and could even make corresponding sounds, but their bodies were boiling lava.

It was even the only magic Lucius could recognize so far—Transfiguration.

What an exquisite metamorphosis, it's like creating a whole new species.

However, what made Lucius even more desperate was the figure standing in the steaming heat wave, the boy who survived the disaster - his hands were empty.

No wand and no sound, this kind of magic power...

It was as if he had fallen into a hell filled with lava. The overwhelming heat burned Lucius's mind, almost making him lose the ability to think. All he could see was a sea of gold and red. There was also a giant rising up behind Harry, a giant made entirely of lava. It raised its right fist and slammed it down towards Lucius! !
Lucius had already closed his eyes and had even given up struggling—BOOM!!!

The boiling lava, the deeper heat waves, and Harry's voice as clear as the cold wind.

"I think you have already got your answer, Uncle Lucius?"

Realizing that he was not dead, Lucius suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

He saw the lava giant facing him face to face, and Lucius could even see the lava flowing in the lava giant's body, and its right arm falling after it brushed past his body. Turning his head to his left, Lucius still remembered that at the beginning of the duel, he had thrown the snake head of his cane there casually, and now... it had been submerged under the lava giant's right fist along with the stone slab there.

"Ah, yes," Lucius said hoarsely, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he licked his dry lips, "I understand, I understand..."

Thus, the world in front of him seemed to have been drained of its soul - in Lucius's opinion, this was undoubtedly the scene.

The heat that was so scorching that it made it almost impossible to think was disappearing at a very fast speed, and along with it the golden-red color, it was cooling down and being withdrawn, maintaining its final appearance.

Still maintaining the posture of one arm falling beside Lucius, this hideous lava giant had lost its golden-red glow. It condensed, or rather, restored its original color.

The dark grey rock texture looks as if it has always been like this.

And when Lucius shifted his eyes blankly, he saw that the leaping fish and beasts were all frozen in place, maintaining their last movements, and all turned into silent stone statues.

The same was true for the entire room. The temperature that almost swallowed everything disappeared in an instant. Where the ceiling used to be, one could still see the surging waves of lava dripping down, just like a stalactite cave, and it had been like this since ancient times.

The torches were still on the wall - well, at least in their original positions, intact.

The flame flickered, illuminating the dark underground room again.

But Lucius knew that everything he had just experienced was not a dream. In fact, as long as the boy in front of him wanted, he would experience that hell again at any time.

Lucius stretched out his fingers with trembling hands and tried to touch the stone statue made of lava giant in front of him... The rough surface still retained a faint trace of temperature.

Unlike the clumsy shamanic spells that Draco displayed at the beginning of the holiday, Lucius felt for the first time so clearly the meaning of the word "element" and the power it possessed.

A power that is enough to subvert the existing system of wizards.

"Do you need me to help you up? Uncle Lucius?" Harry asked calmly.

"...No, there's no need." Lucius quickly got up from the ground and looked around. He still felt unbelievable.

"I'm sorry to destroy your darkroom, but I thought you might want to keep all of this?" Harry said softly.

"Of course." Turning his head, Lucius instinctively smiled ingratiatingly, "It has its own unique meaning. I mean - just leave it here."

He thought this would be an excellent example.

It is worth mentioning that when Harry wanted to return to the study along the secret passage that was deliberately left out, as soon as he turned the corner he saw a familiar person... or rather a familiar house-elf, Dobby.

It was unknown how long Dobby had been peeking here. When he saw Harry, there was obvious shock in his eyes. He had never imagined that Harry Potter had such powerful strength. This was something he had never heard of before.

It was obvious that Dobby wanted to say something else, but Lucius soon followed and frowned the moment he saw Dobby.

"Dobby? Why are you here!" Unlike his friendly attitude towards Harry, Lucius shouted at Dobby: "I warned you that you are not allowed to appear in front of the guests. It will bring shame to our Malfoy family!"

In the eyes of wizards, a qualified and excellent house-elf should do its job well and serve its master without people noticing its existence.

"Dobby, Dobby heard the noise below, and Dobby was worried about his master," Dobby stammered in defense, but Lucius didn't want to hear his voice at all.

"Get lost! Go to the kitchen to receive your punishment and don't show up in front of the guests again!" Lucius glared at Dobby with disgust, then smiled at Harry and said, "Sorry, Harry, I embarrassed you... What are you waiting for? Dobby!"

Dobby left, his last look full of confusion and puzzlement. He would never understand why the brave, strong and righteous hero Harry Potter would be so warmly received by his evil master - you know, over the years, his evil master always spoke of the Potter family with disgust.

What a weird thing.

Harry and Lucius once again sat in the study of Malfoy Mansion, but this time, everything was different from when they first entered the door.

If Lucius' words to Harry at that time were full of the condescending and relaxed attitude of an elder, then the attitude he said to Harry now was full of - it could even be said to be humble.

"So that's a house-elf? Is it called Dobby?" Harry asked curiously, pretending to see a house-elf for the first time. "The book says that house-elves only exist in those ancient pure-blood wizard families."

"Yes, Harry," Lucius said respectfully, "Dobby is indeed a capable house-elf. If you don't mind, I am willing to hand it over to the Potter family. It is an honor for it to serve you."

"With Dobby here, it will be easier for you to manage the Potter family's business, and he can also take care of your daily life." Lucius showed a flattering smile, "How about just treat it as a small gift?"

Harry was completely shocked.

He began to wonder once again whether there was any goblin blood in the Malfoy family's bloodline - to describe it in the words of this world, whether there was any goblin blood.

They are the kind of people who will give up everything for money, have no moral integrity, no bottom line, and can even do something completely opposite without any psychological pressure, completely ignoring other people's strange looks as long as they can achieve their goals.

You know, even in the entire wizarding society, house-elves are extremely precious. Although there are so many house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen, Ron mentioned while eating in the kitchen that Mrs. Weasley always wanted a house-elf to help her, but she could never get one.

Although despised by the pure-blooded nobles of Slytherin as blood scum, the Weasley family is indeed considered a big family in the wizarding world and has a long history.

However, in front of Harry, Lucius gave away a house-elf without blinking an eye, just like giving away an ordinary water cup.

"What about you?" Harry couldn't help asking, "The Malfoy family has such a big manor. If Uncle Lucius gives Dobby to me, how are you going to live?"

"Just call me Lucius, Harry." Lucius said with a smile: "As for our lives... don't worry, the Malfoy family has other house-elves."

In fact, among the house-elves in his home, Dobby was the one that Lucius hated the most, because it always said some inappropriate words. It would be a good thing to send it away to do a favor.

"Great!" Harry was a little amused. He couldn't help but applaud. "Uncle Lucius? Lucius? Great. That's great."

"So, eleven years ago, you faced Voldemort with this attitude?" Harry said lightly as Lucius's expression suddenly changed: "Obey him, flatter him, offer him money and loyalty on the surface, and make him a solid backer of the Malfoy family - is that right?"

In an instant, Lucius Malfoy seemed to be back in that burning lava hell, with cold sweat on his head and a chill on his back.

He didn't expect Harry to be so blunt and ask this question so suddenly.

(End of this chapter)