Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 298, Harley's Performance
"This isn't him. He wouldn't be so...honest."

Narcissa stepped forward decisively when Lucius panicked.

Only the tremor at the end of her words and the small movement of peeking at the Headmaster's card Voldemort revealed her true thoughts.

"I'm scared."

Harry, who had already exerted her mental power, clearly discerned Narcissa's emotions.

In other words, although Narcissa dared to question it out loud, she was still afraid that what she said might be true.

Voldemort's threat is greater than expected.

"Oh, dear Narcissa, before you speak, don't you ever consider why he and I are standing together?"

Harry spoke slowly.

"Because he's in disguise, of course."

Narcissa's voice became a little hoarse, but her tone revealed a self-hypnotic firmness.

"You are so completely without imagination, Lady Narcissa."

Harley sighed with regret.

"But that's okay, I'm happy to explain my complicated relationship with him to the right audience."

She waved her hand and dispersed the fire dragon behind her.

"Where to begin?"

Harley looked distressed.

If she wasn't oozing with the evil aura of the Dark Lord, maybe others would have thought she was a little girl who was troubled by the topic of love, right?

"When he came to kill me, I was killed by him when I was one year old. That's the version you heard, right?"

Harry began to fool the two Malfoys.

Neither Narcissa nor Lucius answered, and the headmaster who had turned into Voldemort remembered Harry's instructions and remained silent.

So the scene fell into an awkward silence.

Harley sighed slightly inwardly, it was too uncomfortable that there wasn't even a supporting role.

Then, she ignored the atmosphere and continued.

"But at that time, your master was not actually dead, and his soul was still possessed in my body."

These are of course true, but not complete.

“It was a really tough decade.”

Harley sighed.

“Every day we’re fighting and eating each other mentally.”

She gave the two of them a nervous smile.

Crazy, out of control, about to attack and hurt someone in the next moment...many thoughts echoed in the minds of Lucius and the other man.

But every thought was warning them that this person in front of the principle was very unstable.

This made the two of them subconsciously tighten their wands.

"Don't be afraid. I have no intention of killing anyone yet."

Harley pointed out their fears.

"So, maybe it will appear later?"

Lucius howled inwardly.

He was now doubting whether the person in front of him was really Harry Potter.

This state of wanting to kill someone for fun at any time is almost like the Dark Lord on earth.

"Where were we talking about? Oh, fighting each other."

Harley's narration continues.

"Anyway, after some trouble, I have successfully taken control of your master."

The mental force conveyed a kind of convulsive joy to the two of them, and at the same time, the intensity of Voldemort's breath was also increased.

——The fragment of Voldemort’s soul said, “Don’t pull too hard, or I’ll break into pieces to show you.”

What the two of them noticed was that the threat posed by the little girl in front of them increased dramatically.

"What control? You are symbiotic, right?"

This thought occurred to both Lucius and Narcissa at the same time.

It’s so weird. The aura of the Dark Lord of this savior is even stronger than that of the Dark Lord himself.

If he were to say that he was in turn controlling the Savior, they would both believe it.

"Then, I spent a little effort to revive him."

Harley toned down the atmosphere she created a little.

It would be bad if I frightened them too much and they passed out.

"The result is as you can see, a top wizard who completely obeys my orders."

Harley moved slightly aside to allow the principal to pass.

"There are many obstacles."

She chanted the spell, and a beam of light emerged from between the headmaster's fingers.

"Iron armor protects me."*2
After all, the Lucius couple were elite wizards selected as Death Eaters, so they were able to react to this level.

But being reactive doesn't mean being useful.

The armor spell released by the two with all their strength was shattered by the spell released by the principal without a wand.

Then another spell flashed, and the two were completely frozen in place.

"Don't be so excited."

Harley said to Lucius and the other man who tried to fight back.

"I finally managed to find a less deadly magic spell from his system. The next time, he might use the killing curse."

She was like someone enthusiastically admonishing a child not to run a red light.

But these words made Lucius and Narcissa stop their actions instantly.

Now the two of them almost completely believed what Harry said.

Only two people in this world possess this ridiculously powerful magical power.

One is their master Voldemort, and the other is Dumbledore who fights against Voldemort.

And Dumbledore obviously would not become like this to play with the little wizard.

Adding the aura of Voldemort himself, the answer becomes very obvious:
The one behind is the Dark Lord himself.

All the Death Eaters who followed the Dark Lord had witnessed how powerful his Killing Curse was.

If your life is not going as you wish and you want to go to the afterlife as soon as possible, it is better not to try.

"I wonder if there is anything you need our help with?"

Lucius changed his attitude and asked humbly.

"Very good, this is in line with your past attitude."

Harry's words revealed the old Slytherin's contempt for others.

But Lucius was not angry at being treated like this, but became more cautious.

"Voldemort gave you a blank notebook and told you to keep it safe, right?"

Harley asked bluntly.

"Yes, but I placed the notebook in Gringotts, which is the safest place in the wizarding world."

Of course it wasn't in Gringotts.

Even if Lucius had a hundred guts, he would not dare to leave this deadly thing outside Malfoy Manor.

He said this just to try to struggle.

Since Harley wanted this thing, she gave them a chance.

As long as they get out of control and get the diary, they might be able to find a way to make a vow.

'Even if you really control the Dark Lord, you are at best just a kid who has attended a week of classes and has seen the dark side of the adult world.'

Lucius hypnotized himself.

"lie."

Harley sighed regretfully.

This made Lucius feel terrified instantly.

"My dear Lucius, you don't seem to understand your situation yet, but it doesn't matter, I will help you understand it."

Harry calmed his wand and tossed it to the headmaster.

The headmaster transformed into Voldemort took the wand, and instantly his demeanor became much more serious.

This was of course a special effect created by Harry, but Lucius and Narcissa were unaware of it, and their breathing subconsciously quickened for a moment.

Then Harry looked at Narcissa.

"I'm so sorry, dear."

There was no trace of apology in Harry's eyes, but instead a certain eagerness to try. Lucius recognized that look.

That was the look in the eyes of his fellow Death Eaters as they prepared to experiment with magic on Muggles.

"If you want to blame someone, blame your incompetent but confident husband."

Harry said this as Lucius looked a little panicked.

Then, she chanted the one of the three unforgivable curses, the one specifically used to torture people.

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting."

Beside Harry, the headmaster raised his wand, about to swing it at Narcissa.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. The notebook is actually in the manor. Please let Narcissa go."

Lucius's hysterical voice even had a tearful tone.

He had never felt so regretful. Why did he gamble with the safety of his family?
"stop."

Harry said in a pretentious tone.

The principal also pretended to receive an order and stopped forcibly.

But in reality, he had no intention of using the Cruciatus Curse at all.

——I can’t use any spells at all.

"What a pity. I was thinking of bringing you to Draco later and letting him see your cruel father."

Harley said with a look of regret.

"Please forgive my disrespect."

After Harry mentioned Draco, Lucius lowered his head completely.

"Then it's up to you. Don't let me down."

Harry took the wand back from the headmaster and told him through telepathy to release Lucius and Narcissa.

The moment the barrier spell failed, Narcissa almost fell.

Fortunately, Lucius immediately reached out to help her, thus saving her from the tragic fate of falling into the burning debris.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go."

Harry was the first to step into Malfoy Manor, and the headmaster followed closely behind, looking like a follower.

The Malfoys also followed, supporting each other.

After a short while, the group entered the building.

Lucius then took the initiative to lead the way, introducing Harry and the headmaster into the Malfoy family's treasure house that had never been open to outsiders.

Harley ignored the dazzling array of magic props and piles of gold bars.

Her attention was completely on the seemingly ordinary notebook.

"My Lord, if what you left behind is really useful, please help me."

For the first time in his life, Lucius trusted Voldemort so devoutly.

He only hoped that the magic his eldest brother had left in the notebook would be enough to allow him to break free of control himself.

'My friend, you seem to be in trouble?'

A gentle yet seductive voice sounded in Lucius' ears.

He almost fell in an instant.

'Yes, my lord, your servant requires your help.'

Lucius replied.

'Then open the diary, open it, and you will have everything you need.'

The voice said in Lucius' ear.

Yeah, why not open the notebook yourself?

How powerful a magical force must be contained in something that even the people who control the Dark Lord want?
Lucius's attention was completely drawn to the diary.

His eyes became blurry and his consciousness became blurred.

Then he immediately abandoned his wife, walked past Harry and the principal, and rushed to the diary.

A black hole opened up and swallowed the diary.

Lucius also managed to miss his target and knocked down other things.

In an instant, a large number of gold nuggets and jewels began to replicate themselves, directly submerging Lucius.

This is a common anti-theft method in the wizarding world.

By directly copying the treasure, thieves can't tell which is the truly valuable treasure and which is the garbage that can be removed by a spell.

Excessive ones, like one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the one made from Hufflepuff's gold cup.

Not only is there a replication spell on it, but there are also other spells cast on it that can increase the temperature of the golden cup.

If a thief is not careful, he will be buried alive and then scalded to death.

At this time, the headmaster took out his magic wand and waved it casually.

The treasure that was copied crazily disappeared completely, and Lucius who was buried alive was revealed.

"As I expected, the Horcruxes became active after he disappeared."

Harry said to the principal.

"Then we have to hurry up."

The noseless Voldemort turned back into the kind old man Dumbledore.

"That's not necessary."

Harry explained for Dumbledore.

"Right now, only the school one might be visited, but I'm always keeping an eye on that place. If there are any changes, it would actually be convenient for us."

“The school still has it.”

Dumbledore showed a solemn expression.

"Don't worry, Principal."

Harley consoled.

"We'll get it done if we follow the route I've laid out."

At this moment, Lucius, who was helped up by Narcissa, learned everything.

The reality of being deceived and played with by a little wizard turned all the previous fears into anger.

He didn't even care about his previous inexplicable loss of control, and directed his criticism at Harry and Dumbledore.

"What do you think you are doing, Dumbledore?"

Lucius roared at Harley and the other man.

"Sorry, Lucius, we need this thing, so we have to use some drastic measures."

Of course, the person who can be so kind is the principal.

"What's the point of apologizing? Get ready to be impeached, you old bastard."

Lucius continued to vent his anger.

"Lucius."

Harry's mental power turned into tangible pressure, pressing hard on Lucius and Narcissa.

Lucius, who originally wanted to continue speaking, was forced to shut up.

He staggered and nearly fell.

The same thing happened to Narcissa, but she managed to hold onto the cabinet beside her in time, so she performed a little better than Lucius.

Harry pulled out a cane from the side, hooked it around Lucius' neck and pulled it.

Lucius, who was already somewhat unsteady on his feet due to the pressure, fell to his knees and was forced to look up at Harley.

"How much of what I just said do you think is true? And how much is false?"

Harry asked.

Of course it's all fake.

Lucius should have shouted this out loud.

But under such pressure, he had to start considering a problem.

As an adult, he knew very well that lies often only become extremely convincing when they are mixed with truth.

So how much of what Harley said was nonsense, and how much of it was serious?

Lucius didn't even dare to think about it.

"You don't have any resistance at all."

Harley withdrew her pressure.

"Forget it, let's get on with business."

She turned to look at the principal.

"Principal, let's go to the next stop."

(End of this chapter)