Chapter 211 I don’t want another father to die (corrected~can be downloaded and re-watched)

Voldemort's curse only protected the house.

There is none in the yard.

The soil arched high, and the magic spell and the transformation spell formed a huge clay statue. He raised his fist and hit the roof hard - bricks and tiles flew out.

"Potter, what are you going to do?" People in the room cried out in horror.

Harry didn't answer him and took a few steps back.

His idea is simple.

Since this curse cannot be solved, it is better to solve the carrier that carries this curse - this house. If the carrier is destroyed, maybe the curse will disappear.

Even if the curse cannot be solved

A wider field of vision also allows you to observe better.

The clay statue grabbed hold of the eaves and exerted such force that the roof flew off.

Its fingertips would inevitably come into contact with the darkness in the room, and the part that was submerged seemed to have been chopped off, with smooth incisions, and even the magic power on the entire arm was eliminated.

The darkness in the room dissipated little by little.

Thunderbolt explosion!

"Everything else doesn't matter. I just hope nothing happens to you again." Harry sighed, speaking seriously, and turned his head to look at Lupin, "And Uncle Remus, the same goes for you."

Harry ignored him and made no move.

The method of demolishing a house is indeed effective. You should learn it from Simodo.

During the explosion, the man's breathing became heavier.

The man in the room could capture Sirius, Lupin, and an illegal Animagus he had never known before, which proved that he most likely had both brains and abilities.

The two hands of the clay statue on the roof drew a beautiful arc and hit the ground hard, causing mud to fall down.

Rita struggled to climb out of the water tank: "Mr. Potter, you are here to save me!"

Even though the Death Eaters were a bunch of chickens and dogs in his eyes, he had to admit that not just any dark wizard could become a Death Eater, at least he had to have one of those things: brains and abilities.

Losing control of the source of magic power, the fire is restless and no longer under control.

The Transformation Spell doesn't have such a powerful effect.

Harry frowned: "That thing? What thing?"

Harry waved his hand: "Ms. Skeeter, we'll talk about that later. I have something to talk to my godfather first."

Sirius had his hands tied and hung high, unconscious.

But even if it continues like this, it will only delay it for half an hour at most.

The word "procrastination" suddenly bloomed in my mind.

"Those people only care about Mr. Black and don't care about me."

He was polite and wanted to say goodbye.

Waiting for other Death Eaters, or Voldemort?

Some of the tatters were the marks left by Harry when he was dodging just now.

The clay statue moved its heavy body to go to the place where it had not yet been demolished.

"Harry, why are you here?" Lupine held the wand and sat up slowly, looking alert.

There was another slow explosion, dust and smoke flew up, sand drifted, and the dark yellow mist covered the view in front of the door. Harry pulled out his snake bone sword, jumped in, stepped on the door frame, and entered the house without hesitation.

Rita finished drinking the potion: "Fortunately, I know a little bit about Occlumency. Damn it, I almost said it. Fortunately, Mr. Black came to find me."

Fierce fires ignited in every corner of the house, overwhelming and raging.

"Shadow Lock Shape Lock!"

Sirius raised his head with a serious expression: "By the way, Harry, you reminded me!"

"I should have told you more than once, be careful and don't be reckless." Harry continued patiently, "I don't ask you to think about everything, at least use your brain."

But Harry is not yet able to perform it at will like Dumbledore, he needs a certain amount of time to brew, and in a battle, this one or two seconds is very fatal.

The man's breathing became more rapid and panicked: "Harry, do you still want to save Black?"

"All curses come to an end!"

"If something happens to you."

Lu Ping was lying on the ground, and a corner of his robe had been infected by the fierce fire.

Harry interrupted him and rushed towards the breathing sound with his sword: "You should know that I know what you want to do, stop pretending."

Rita was soaked in a water tank. She was still alive, but she was so angry that she was dying.

Fighting a war of attrition?

Seal of Quen!

Rita landed and returned to her human form: "Mr. Potter! The investigation you asked me to investigate has come to fruition!"

"Armor for protection!" He reacted quickly and recited a spell. The sword failed to hit him, but the huge force could not be eliminated and he stumbled backwards after hitting him.

Then it turned a few pieces of gravel into a round iron ball the size of a head, and bounced towards the wall very quickly.

Harry walked over and checked them one by one and put Sirius down. Except for Rita, who was a little embarrassed and had been tortured the most, there were not many signs of torture on Sirius and Lupine.

Harry summoned the second clay statue.

"You hide in the house and don't dare to see people?" Harry mocked him in a calm voice, "Like your master, who only hides in the gutter and doesn't dare to see people?"

Harry remained expressionless as he poured a bottle of water of life and death into his mouth to ensure that he fell asleep.

The complete darkness had a great effect on Harry.

The man in the room continued to recite the incantation, aiming at the three clay statues again and again, tirelessly. It seemed that these three clay statues were taunting, and he had to be the first to attack them.

"I'm going to be tortured to death by them."

Axis!

The seal was drawn out, and a white misty light hit him, leaving him in a trance for just a moment.

The coma of several people was not the result of black magic, but was caused by the water of life and death.

Harry waved his wand and attached his hands to the statue.

"Mr. Potter, I have it." The potion made Rita warm and regain some energy, so she spoke quickly.

He woke up in a flash and struggled to recite a spell to escape.

Only this moment is enough.

The third clay statue popped out.

"Thunderbolt explosion!" The people in the room shot a magic spell, hit the clay statue, and blew off one of its legs, but it was in vain. Almost in the blink of an eye, the soil came in, and before it fell down, it was extended.

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Harry waved his wand immediately, chanted a spell, and sealed the space.

Sirius obediently stretched out his hand and let Harry smear white blood on his wrist. When he heard Rita's words, he became excited: "Harry! You have to be careful!"

"Potter, you actually threw yourself into a trap!" Although his body's reaction was honest, his words had an unusually pleasant tone, "I've been waiting for you to come in."

"Godfather, do you remember what I told you?" Harry's tone was very gentle.

"Professor Snape showed me his picture." Harry said calmly, although Lupine and Sirius both looked a bit unnatural when they mentioned Snape.

Sirius lowered his head.

It's procrastination.

Harry left him behind and hurried towards the cellar without stopping.

Sirius opened his mouth, still wanting to defend himself.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Godfather, my dear godfather, my dear father." Harry emphasized, "My father is dead and he will not come back to life. You are my only father."

The darkness in the room gradually became thinner as it came into contact with more sunlight.

"I really don't have a father anymore."

He spoke without mercy: "Intuition? Just a rush of thought? Or is there really a reason?"

Harry waved his wand and hissed a few times, and the wooden furniture in the room softened, binding him like ropes.

Before he finished speaking, Harry shook his head: "We'll wait until we get back. It's not safe to stay here."

Harry raised his wand and spoke the spell.

Something is wrong.

Give that person a chance to dodge.
To be continued...