Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 317, 315. Jump up and hit him in the knee! (Please vote!)

Harry was in poor condition, and his opponent naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass. They wouldn't talk nonsense about a fair duel, so Harry was unsurprisingly knocked down by a spell.

"Tie him up with the insect tail."

The owner of the hoarse voice, the fairy, gave the order.

Upon hearing this, Peter immediately rushed forward and roughly tied Harry up.

The goblin walked up to Harry with his hands behind his back. However, the huge height difference between the goblin and humans, especially Harry who was now over 1.8 meters tall, meant that even if the goblin jumped, he could only reach Harry's knees. He could only look up at Harry, which made the goblin very unhappy. He glared at Peter, who then tied Harry's legs together and made him sit on the ground. Then he brought over a stool.

Standing on the stool and looking down at Harry, the goblin finally revealed a satisfied smile.

"Harry Potter, do you know who I am? Do you know what I'm going to do?"

The goblin stared into Harry's green eyes, his gaze filled with the thrill of impending revenge.

Harry stared at the goblins, recalling something Hermione often mentioned during their first year: "Of course I know you're going to start a goblin rebellion like in 1612. But you're overlooking one thing: things are different now. The world is completely under wizarding control, and the goblins are far less powerful than they were in 1612. You have no chance of winning."

"Unless you contact centaurs, merfolk, vampires, banshees, giants, and werewolves, it's not possible. But vampires and banshees have been officially classified as human, and they have gained the same rights as wizards. Moreover, I don't recommend that you involve giants; when they go berserk, they will eat their own kind."

"So you're destined to fail!"

The goblin standing opposite him looked surprised after hearing Harry's words, then his face instantly darkened, as if Harry had hit the nail on the head.

"Shut up!"

The fairy looked very angry; her tiny fingers were trembling.

"I know you don't like to hear this, but it's the truth!"

Harry said in a serious tone, "The age of goblins is over, and you are destined to be one."

"I'm not a fairy!"

The shrill voice rang out again, and the other person glared fiercely at Harry: "I'm only temporarily inhabiting this disgusting body."

Harry's outburst completely ruined my good mood.

He desperately wanted to kill the boy in front of him. In the past, he would have already given the boy a good beating, but now he forced himself to hold back. He still needed the boy, and besides, he couldn't kill him now.

He stared at Harry as if he wanted to devour him whole.

"I've learned my lesson. I won't make the same mistake again."

The goblin gave a cruel smile: "Harry Potter, do you remember Professor Quirrell from your first year?"

"Could it be..." Harry looked at the other person in surprise.

Seeing the other person's shock, the fairy felt an indescribable sense of pleasure: "That's right, just as you thought, that's me."

"Professor Quirrell?!"

Harry's voice echoed through the cemetery.

Fairy: ? ? ?

"Because you were unwilling to accept that you had become a ghost, you possessed this fairy and returned to seek revenge?!"

Well-reasoned and convincing. Bullshit.

The goblin lost interest in teasing Harry and cast a spell to seal his mouth, afraid that he would say something that would make him even angrier.

I originally intended to say a few words in the manner of a victor, but the more I talked, the angrier I got.

I don't know if the other person is genuinely stupid or doing it on purpose.

"Insect Tail, proceed according to the original plan. My useless underlings won't arrive for a while."

The goblin left, giving Harry a venomous look before departing: "Soon I'll have a new body, of course, but that will require your help, Harry Potter."

The latter could only make muffled sounds; his mouth was sealed shut, preventing him from speaking.

"I know what you're trying to say. Don't worry, that old madman Dumbledore won't know where you are."

"Nobody knows you're here. I think they must be very worried right now."

"I will execute you in front of everyone."

"Your fate was sealed from the beginning."

A sound came from the black earth beneath their feet, and a large snake was seen slithering across the grass, circling around the demon.

Peter began to pant heavily, as if he were pushing something heavy in the darkness.

As his vision gradually cleared, Peter struggled to push a huge cauldron to a stop on the grave marked 'Tom Riddle's' tombstone, which had been destroyed. It was a cauldron large enough to hold an adult.

He placed a large stone under the crucible, added a lot of firewood, and then lit it.

The crucible was filled with water, and Peter added many unknown substances to it, making the liquid in the crucible viscous.

"It's ready, Master."

After a while, Peter's respectful voice rang out.

The fairy's shrill voice rang out again.

"Let the ceremony begin, my servant."

Peter took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then shouldered a hoe and walked to the grave beside him. He dug forcefully, stroke by stroke, until he had quickly opened the grave. After searching inside for a while, he pulled out a small piece of white bone covered in dust.

Without hesitation, he threw the bones into the crucible.

Peter raised his wand high, his trembling voice echoing in the silent night: "Your father's bones, donated unintentionally, can give your son back to life!"

As the bones fell into the crucible, the liquid inside turned a bright red-blue, clearly indicating that the liquid was composed of a highly toxic substance.

Peter then walked to the top of the crucible, took out a gleaming, sharp dagger, extended his right hand, closed his eyes, and swung it forcefully.

With a thud.

The severed arm fell into the crucible, and the bright red-blue liquid instantly turned fiery red.

Peter's face contorted, whether from pain or fear, and his trembling voice rang out again.

"The flesh of your servant, if donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life."

After reading those words, Peter quickly pulled a handful of crushed plant material from his pocket—it was daphne. He applied the plant to the wound on his severed arm, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

"at last."

Peter used his only remaining arm to carry the dagger as he approached Harry.

Those small eyes were filled with malice.

But for a fleeting moment, she was momentarily lost in thought after meeting Harry's green eyes.

But this did not stop Peter. He still used a dagger to stab Harry's body and took out a small bottle, which he filled with bright red blood.

Having done all this, Peter staggered toward the crucible.

He needed to complete the final ceremony.

(End of this chapter)