Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 473, Chapter 468: Don't come any closer!

"Master, we need backup!"

The Death Eater shouted.

"Selwyn, I think you've gone mad!"

Before Voldemort could speak, Barty Jr. shouted first.

"You're all adult wizards, what's so scary about a few novice wizards who haven't even graduated yet?"

"They're just a bunch of students!"

Little Barty looked at Selwin with a cold smile: "Don't bother your master with such a trivial matter. We have more important things to do now."

"Travers, take a few men and go help Selwyn. Just teach him a lesson, don't go too far." Voldemort obviously didn't take this matter seriously. What were a few minor wizards? His attention was entirely on the Elder Wand. He said impatiently.

He even considered that once he had complete control of the wizarding world, these students would pledge allegiance to him and become his loyal servants. Since they were all servants, he should treat them gently.

"Owner."

Selwin wanted to speak, but the brute Travers grabbed his shoulder, silencing him and dragging him away: "Let's go, Mr. Bambi."

Only Snape glanced at them as they left, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

However, if you were to use Legilimency on him at this moment, you would find that he is not actually thinking anything.

"My remaining servants will follow me."

Voldemort's attention was focused on the fallen Elder Wand. He stood on the rooftop looking down for less than three seconds before turning into a puff of black smoke and rushing down first. One after another, the Death Eaters followed suit.

For a wizard, a height of two or three hundred meters is not a problem at all.

Travers, on Voldemort's orders, dragged Selwyn toward the place where the young wizards were resting. Along the way, the group laughed and joked about what to do next, where to have fun, whether to torture a few Muggles or find a few Veelas, completely ignoring the fact that they were captives in Rabastan.

"Selvin, you and Rabastan are really useless, you can't even beat a few kids."

Travers said casually.

As one of the few Death Eaters who would take the initiative to attack Snape, this guy never thought things through and never used his brain.

What is a brain? Is it more useful than a fist? Is it more useful than a magic wand?

Just do it.

Don't assume all Death Eaters are cunning old foxes like Lucius. That's a different group altogether. Fools like Travers are the majority. If he were smart enough, he wouldn't have been captured by the Aurors after Voldemort's disappearance.

"You don't know...you don't know how outrageous those students are! We'll be torn to shreds!" Selwin exclaimed excitedly, almost jumping up to point his finger at Travers and yell at him. Unfortunately, he was much smaller than Travers, and standing next to Travers looked like an angry groundhog making a 'ah' sound.

Stupid and stupid.

The Death Eaters exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

"We'll be torn to pieces by a bunch of kids? We're ruthless Death Eaters; they'll be lucky if they don't cry for their mothers."

How could such a coward become a Death Eater?

Hearing his companions' laughter, Selwyn was so angry he was about to go crazy, and even forgot to tell them the most important thing.

He and Rabastan weren't the only ones who encountered the students before; there were ten Death Eaters in total, including them. Only he escaped when things seemed to be going badly.

Just then, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed down the corridor.

As they passed the corner, Travers and his companions encountered the group of children they had been talking about. The young wizards had changed into neat school uniforms and were each holding a wand.

The moment the Dark Lord's mark rose into the air above Hogwarts Castle, they had already gotten out of their warm beds and were ready.

Especially the sixth graders, whose five years of experience in the Duelist Club have made them extremely adaptable.

Travers' eyes lit up when he saw the leader's face: "Harry Potter! I didn't expect to meet you here. Today is truly our lucky day. The master's reward is ours."

"Just stand there quietly and don't make any unnecessary movements, that way you'll suffer less."

Travers completely disregarded the group of young wizards; he even planned to walk over and grab Harry, who was half a head taller than him.

What's there to worry about with a child?

They'd probably be so scared their legs would go weak if they saw them.

"don't want."

No sooner had Selwyn uttered the words than at least twenty spells struck Travers, and the giant collapsed without uttering a sound.

He didn't even have a clue what had happened.

Twenty spells, even the simplest stun spell, would be enough to give Travers a run for his money.

The remaining Death Eaters were startled, realizing that the group of imps opposite them were really willing to attack them. They hurriedly pulled out their wands, but the group of wizards opposite them wouldn't wait for them, nor would they care about chivalry or one-on-one duels. While they were getting their wands, each of them was hit by at least ten spells and fell straight to the ground.

Forget about a back-and-forth exchange; the fight ended before it even began.

"Why won't these idiots believe me?"

Only Selwyn managed to escape unscathed by hiding immediately when things went wrong.

At that moment, all he wanted was to escape from this awful place as quickly as possible.

This is terrifying. The way these students acted was nothing like students. They were decisive, swift, and ruthless. They were like elite Aurors, and a large group of them at that.

With a thud, Selwyn felt as if he had bumped into a wall and was knocked to the ground. The light above his head was blocked by shadows, and when he looked up, he saw Harry's face with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. However, Harry's muscular body gave Selwyn the illusion of facing a bear.

Just as he was about to cast a spell to escape, he felt a strong force surge into the hand holding his wand. The next second, his wand was snatched away by the other party, and Selwyn was held in Harry's hand like a little chick.

"Hello, Mr. Death Eater, may I ask what brings you to Hogwarts? You should know that you are not welcome here."

Harry's current image is similar to Dudley's back in St. George's School, while Selwyn is the "school bully" of the "Hobbit trio".

"It's none of my business. I don't know anything about it."

Selwyn stared in terror at Harry's face as it drew ever closer, letting out a scream that could have shaken the heavens.

"Don't come any closer!!!"

(End of this chapter)