Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 130 129. Punishment of Bella and Lucius Accepting Orders
"Is it over?" Dias turned his head to look at Harry as he saw him walking towards them. "It's faster than I thought. Well, you should be much calmer - are you okay, Harry?"

"Thank you, I'm fine." Harry looked tired but trying hard. He sighed deeply and said, "Let's go... let's go."

"Oh, wait a minute." Baldwin scratched his head. "According to regulations, we should also check Blake's cell."

"Come on, Raoul," Dias said, patting his companion's back impatiently, "Why don't you look at who is standing in front of you? Do you think the Boy-Who-Lived would help a traitor? Sorry, Harry, no offense."

Harry shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to worry about it.

"Well... okay," Baldwin thought about it carefully and nodded, "What you said makes sense, then let's go quickly - to be honest, I really don't want to come here unless it's necessary."

"Who isn't?" Diaz said with a heavy sigh.

Several people continued to walk out along the way they came, but when they passed a cell, Lucius suddenly stopped - unlike when he came, at this moment there was a woman standing by the iron bars of the cell.

Her messy hair and the blue veins that bulged from the back of her hands to her arms looked extremely scary. It was impossible to see her dirty face clearly, but her eyes were the only thing that could not be ignored - deep, dark, as if there was nothing inside, empty.

"...Lucius" The woman's voice was terribly hoarse, like a demon from hell.

"Bella..." Lucius uttered the name with a complicated expression, "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" The woman named Bella suddenly laughed, her laughter twitching as if she would faint at any time. "Of course I'm fine - I can feel the master's presence - he is approaching, returning, and the mark is becoming deeper and deeper - haha, hahahahahahahahaha!!"

"Enough! You crazy woman!" Diaz suddenly pulled out the wooden stick hanging at his waist and swung it directly at the iron fence next to Bella. This wooden stick is a standard equipment for a beater, used to make some unruly prisoners shut up, or learn to shut up.

He looked like he wanted to hit Bella, but Bella just raised her hand slightly, and Diaz ran a few steps away like a frightened rabbit.

Diaz's reaction made Bella's laughter even wilder, sharp and piercing. She was laughing loudly at this cowardly striker. She was so afraid even at this time. Ridiculous Ministry of Magic, ridiculous justice - ha!

"Bella... Bellatrix?" It was obvious that Bella was just a nickname. Harry remembered the name that Neville had once said from his mind. Coincidentally, the owner of that name was imprisoned in Azkaban as an elite Death Eater.

Harry's voice immediately attracted Bellatrix's attention, and she looked away from Dias.

"Harry! Potter!" Every word was squeezed out with hatred and anger. Bellatrix gritted her teeth and said, every word was filled with hatred, "Kill you! I will kill you!!"

Bellatrix struggled frantically as if she wanted to strangle Harry to death with her dirty nails, trying to break through the iron bars and kill Harry here to avenge her master.

The woman's movement frightened Dias and Baldwin, and even more so Lucius. Harry - Harry just swiftly took the stick from Baldwin's waist as he stepped back, and then smashed it at Bellatrix's arm that was sticking out of the iron fence without hesitation! !
Click! !
Louder than the sound of the stick hitting the flesh was the crisp sound of broken bones. Harry did not hesitate or hold back when he attacked. Even though Bellatrix had instinctively stepped back at the first moment, her left arm was now bent at an angle that a normal person would never be able to achieve.

The broken white bone buds tore through the flesh with red blood, but Bellatrix was tough. Perhaps she didn't want to embarrass Voldemort in front of Harry, so she didn't scream, but just bit her teeth so hard that it hurt. Her right hand tightly grasped the upper part of her left arm, trying to stop the blood from flowing out as much as possible.

Everything happened in just a few breaths. The two strikers and Lucius hadn't even reacted to what had just happened - and when they did react, it was so unbelievable.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Baldwin." Harry returned the stick to Baldwin, who was staring at him blankly, with a nervous look. "I was a little scared by her - um, sorry."

"...Oh, no, it's okay." Baldwin subconsciously tied the stick back to his waist. He patted Harry's shoulder gently, as if afraid of disturbing Harry, and said, "Don't mind it, it's just a crazy woman, Harry."

"Ah, yes, it's just a crazy woman. I hope you won't be scared." Dias also came over. He checked Harry nervously, fearing that Harry had even a little skin broken. "You are not hurt, are you?"

"No," Harry shook his head and said, "By the way, shouldn't we stop her bleeding?"

After being locked up in Azkaban for so many years, Bellatrix's body was already on the verge of collapse. Now one of her arms was broken, and blood was constantly flowing out. She looked paler and paler, and she had already fallen to the ground, as if she would die at any time.

"Oh, yes, yes, stop the bleeding." After Harry's reminder, Dias remembered this. He quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at Bellatrix who was lying on the ground. "Heal as before."

A simple healing spell, but it produced a not-so-simple effect.

Bellatrix in the cell raised her left arm blankly. The half arm was still at a strange angle, but at least it was no longer bleeding, and the wound seemed to have healed - uh, can this really be called healing?
"Well, it seems that there are still some minor problems with my spell," Dias said to Harry somewhat awkwardly, "But it's not a big problem. At least I think she's fine now. Um... Anyway, she's just a bastard Death Eater. You guys shouldn't mind, right?"

"Of course not," Harry said cheerfully, "I hope my actions just now won't affect you."

"Of course not, Harry," Dias said, hugging his back shoulder, "but let's get going."

"Right away," Harry said, looking at the woman in the cell who was staring at him with hatred in her eyes, "Don't worry, Bellatrix - there are people outside waiting to seek revenge on you."

It was so bland that I might have thought Harry was calling Bellatrix to come over for dinner in the evening.

"...Haha, hahahaha." After hearing Harry's words, Bellatrix was stunned for a moment, then licked her cracked lips and said, "I can't wait..."

Without saying anything more, Diaz and Baldwin held Harry on the left and right and continued to walk out, while their conversations could still be heard in the corridor.

"Harry, dear Harry—I mean, you are really not hurt?"

"No, sir."

"That's good. Well, I, uh, I have a suggestion, or an idea."

"Go ahead, sir."

"Since you haven't been hurt, when you get out, if anyone from the Ministry asks you about your experience in Azkaban, could you please not mention Bellatrix?"

"You want me to hide the fact that Bellatrix attacked me?"

"Well, that was an attack - of course! That was an attack! Anyway, the people up there probably don't want to hear about it, um... so?"

"That's no problem at all. I've already troubled you two today."

"That's very kind of you, Harry."

"..."

The sound in front was getting quieter and quieter. Lucius didn't rush to catch up. He just turned to look at Bellatrix, only to find that she was also looking at him... That look was so frightening that Lucius immediately turned around and strode towards Harry and the others without looking back.

Without any further accidents, Harry and Lucius left Azkaban. They were still on the same ship they came on, and Dias and Baldwin sent them back to the UK.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lucius," Harry said after watching the boat leave.

"It's an honor to serve you, sir," Lucius bowed slightly and said, "It's not hard work." "No, I mean the Ministry of Magic's actions," Harry turned to look at Lucius and said, "I saw in the newspaper that the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department and the Auror Office searched Malfoy Manor?"

"Yes, that Arthur Weasley, the pure-blood traitor!" Lucius felt his anger rising as he spoke of this. He gritted his teeth and said quickly, "It doesn't even have anything to do with Muggles. He just wanted to take revenge on the Malfoy family. This guy who abused his power had a bunch of children -"

"Ron is my friend," Harry said suddenly.

"——The children are all good." Lucius suddenly became gentler and said softly, "From what I know, their eldest son Bill is very knowledgeable in magic and is highly regarded by the goblins. The second son Charlie has become an excellent dragon trainer. We met him when we traveled to a dragon farm in Romania. He is very handsome."

Harry: "..."

Lucius's transformation was too fast, so fast that he could hardly accept it.

He is indeed an outstanding talent trained by Voldemort.

"There's no need for this, Lucius," Harry said helplessly, "I'm not Voldemort, and I don't need your awe and fear - and I don't need you to join Dumbledore openly."

When Lucius heard the three words "Voldemort", his whole body trembled. This is a common symptom in the wizarding world.

But what concerned him more was the second half of Harry's sentence.

"The Malfoy family will always stand with you. There is no such thing as joining Dumbledore." After habitually expressing his loyalty, Lucius raised his head and asked carefully, "What do you mean--"

"In the eyes of the vast majority of the British wizarding community, the Malfoy family is the remnant of the Death Eaters who paid to escape trial after the fall of Voldemort. Don't be so quick to deny this, Lucius." Before Lucius could start to argue in a panic, Harry interrupted him and said, "And I need you to continue to do this well."

"...As a spy?" Lucius' heart skipped a beat, and the first thing he thought of was his friend in the Malfoy family who was a spy.

Severus Snape.

After witnessing the risks Snape had taken several times and even covering for him, Lucius now felt uncomfortable when he heard this word - he didn't want to be like his friend.

"You misunderstood, Lucius." Harry shook his head slightly and said, "I don't need you to lurk around Voldemort to collect any intelligence for me. There is only one thing you need to do, and that is to continue to act in secret as a Death Eater, and then gather those people who are unwilling to see Voldemort die and still want to do something... or their families."

To put it simply, Harry planned to let Lucius pull monsters for him, and then find an opportunity to kill all the enemies in one wave.

"You are not allowed to do anything really evil, and you are not allowed to kill innocent people or cause any harm to innocent people." Harry said his orders calmly. These rules are strictly prohibited from being violated.

"I'm afraid this will be difficult. Those who are still alive don't trust the Malfoy family very much." Lucius said with a wry smile: "After all, twelve years ago, in order to escape punishment, I handed over some people's...evidence of guilt."

After hesitating for a while, Lucius finally did not dare to hide anything from Harry.

Even though Harry had been very kind and just up to this point, Lucius had never doubted his own judgment - in his heart, Harry was essentially the same being as Voldemort, equally powerful, and equally unwilling to allow anyone else to cross the line they had drawn.

"It's okay, you just have to try your best." Harry didn't care much, it was just a casual move. "The most important thing is that I want you to find Voldemort's existence in the process of connecting those Death Eaters back then - or anything else abnormal that finds you."

Lucius's face had turned green.

"Dark, isn't the Dark Lord dead?" Lucius said with a forced smile.

"I can tell you very clearly, Lucius, Voldemort is not completely dead." Harry turned around, stared into Lucius' eyes and said, "Just last year, I captured his main soul - but this does not mean that he is completely dead."

"Great! I will always be loyal to you!" I don't know what nerve was suddenly touched, but as soon as Harry finished speaking, Lucius knelt on one knee on the ground and shouted without hesitation.

Harry: "..."

It’s no wonder that Voldemort could tolerate the continued existence of the Malfoy family despite their duplicitous character.

Lucius was so smart that before Harry even thought of this, he had already thought about the question of who he should be loyal to if Voldemort and Harry existed at the same time.

The answer is exactly that you will be loyal to whoever is closer and whoever is stronger.

Especially after hearing that Voldemort's main soul had been captured by Harry last year, Lucius was secretly surprised at this and lowered his head even lower... Last year, a young wizard who had just entered school in the first grade...

Lucius had no doubt about anything Harry said.

"...Is this the survival instinct of the Malfoy family?" Harry couldn't help but sigh, "You don't have to be so careful. I'm not Voldemort... Never mind. It seems you won't listen."

Seeing Lucius saying nothing and just lowering his head, Harry couldn't help but shook his head.

"In short, Voldemort divided his soul fragments into countless parts and hid them all. Maybe he will come to you when you connect those former Death Eaters. What you have to do is to find a way to stabilize him and then notify me. Do you understand?" Harry asked.

"Understood," Lucius said respectfully.

"Very good," Harry nodded and said, "In addition to this, you must take the initiative to find things that may carry fragments of Voldemort's soul... Similarly, after you find them, you only need to inform me, and I will give you corresponding rewards."

"It is their honor to serve you, how dare they ask for anything in return," Lucius said quickly.

"Alright, alright, stop saying such polite things." Harry rolled his eyes and said, "If you do well, I will naturally reward you. That's all."

Even the Old Gods would give some benefits when tempting people, how could Harry not understand this.

"Yes, sir," Lucius stood up and bowed, then continued, "But sir, in order to gain the trust of those people, I'm afraid I will need to do something... closer to them. For example, your friend Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, has searched Malfoy Manor several times, and I must fight back..."

Lucius didn't finish his words, looking hesitant and embarrassed.

"Then fight back," Harry said after thinking for a moment, "but you must not violate the prohibitions I just mentioned, understand?"

Based on Harry's understanding of the current wizarding world, he felt that after being restricted by his several bans, Malfoy's counterattack against Weasley would probably become as serious as the corridor dispute between Slytherin and Gryffindor in Hogwarts.

In this regard, any British wizard who graduated from Hogwarts is definitely very skilled, after all, they have been practicing for seven years.

"Of course not," Lucius said quickly, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)