Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

Although this wand is not his own, it can at least cast a few spells.

"Humph!"

The goblin raised his hand to cast a spell again, and this time Harry also raised his wand, almost at the same time.

"Except your weapons!"

Harry yelled.

The red curse flew out and hit the opponent directly. However, the green curse released by the opponent was unexpectedly powerful. It instantly tore through Harry's curse and ejected him. Fortunately, after taking the potion, Harry's physical condition improved. Enhanced, otherwise this one blow would be enough to make him lose his ability to fight.

What a powerful spell, what a terrifying magic.

This was the first time Harry had encountered this situation, and he was completely defeated by his opponent in a spell duel.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Harry subconsciously used dark magic.

It is true that although black magic is criticized by other wizards for being evil, black magic is the most effective killing magic in a duel.

Unfortunately, this Divine Edge Shadowless Curse was easily blocked by the opponent.

He was not a wizard at the same level as Barty Jr. If it had been other wizards, the moment Harry took the Bresta Potion, the outcome would have been a foregone conclusion.

"Very good, good duel level."

Although it was a compliment, Harry couldn't feel the slightest hint of approval. Instead, he felt full of malice.

Yes, it's malicious.

Harry suddenly felt the scar on his forehead feel hot, followed by a dizziness as if he had drunk fake wine.

It happened to be this time!

To explain to friends who have not read the original work, the tombstone of Tom Riddle should be accurately said to be the tombstone of old Tom Riddle.

It's not our senior Tom's. The two father and son use the same name.

Chapter 317 315 ​​jumped up and hit him on the knee!

Harry was in a bad state, so the other party would naturally not miss this opportunity and would not say stupid things like a fair duel to him, so Harry was knocked down by a spell without any surprise.

"Wormtail, tie him up."

The owner of the hoarse voice, the goblin, ordered.

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

The goblin walked up to Harry with his hands behind his back. However, the huge height difference between goblins and humans, especially Harry who was now 1.8 meters tall, meant that even if he jumped up, he could only reach Harry's knees and could only stare up at Harry. Harry, this made the goblin very dissatisfied and glared at Peter. The latter fearfully tied Harry's legs and asked him to sit on the ground, and then moved a stool over.

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

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

The goblin stared into Harry's green eyes, which were filled with the pleasure of a great revenge being about to be avenged.

Harry also stared at the goblins, and he thought of something Hermione often mentioned in the first grade: "Of course I know, you are going to launch a goblin rebellion like in 1612. But you ignored one thing. This world is no longer what it used to be. Being completely controlled by wizards, and the power of goblins is far less than it was in 1612, it is impossible for you to win."

"This is only possible unless you contact centaurs, fishmen, vampires, banshees, giants and werewolves. However, vampires and banshees have been officially classified as humans. They have gained the same power as wizards, and I do not recommend that you let giants Participate, they will eat their companions when they go crazy.”

"So you are doomed to fail!"

The goblin standing opposite him looked stunned after hearing Harry's words, and then his face instantly darkened, as if Harry had spoken his mind.

"Shut up!"

The goblin looked very angry, and his tiny fingers were trembling.

"I know you don't like hearing it, but it's the truth!"

Harry said in a serious tone: "The age of goblins has passed, you are doomed"

"I'm not a goblin!"

The sharp voice sounded again, and the other party glared at Harry fiercely: "I'm just temporarily attached to this disgusting body."

The original good mood was completely ruined by Harry's words.

He really wanted to kill the boy in front of him now. According to his previous temper, he had already given the other person a 'big melon to chew', but now he forced himself to hold back. He still needed the boy, and he couldn't kill the boy now.

Staring at Harry as if he wanted to eat him alive.

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

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

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

The goblin looked at the shock of the other party and felt indescribably happy in his heart: "Yes, it's what you think, I am."

"Professor Quirrell?!"

Harry's voice echoed through the cemetery.

Leprechaun:? ? ?

"Because you were unwilling to accept it, you turned into a ghost, possessed this goblin and came back for revenge?!"

Reasonable and convincing. Bullshit.

The goblin lost interest in teasing Harry and raised his hand to seal Harry's mouth with a spell, fearing that he would say something that would make him even more angry.

I originally planned to say a few words in a victorious manner, but the more I spoke, the more angry I became.

I don’t know if the other person is really stupid or if he does it on purpose.

"Wormtail, according to the original plan, it will take a while for my useless men to arrive."

The goblin left the place, and before leaving, he looked at Harry with resentful eyes: "I will have a new body soon. Of course, I need your help, Harry Potter."

The latter could only make whining sounds, and he could not speak as his mouth was sealed.

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

"No one knows you're here, and no one I think should be anxious right now."

"I will execute you in front of everyone."

"Your fate was sealed from the beginning."

There was a sound on the black earth underfoot, and a big snake was seen meandering on the grass, circling around the goblin.

Peter gasped loudly, as if he was pushing something heavy in the darkness.

Gradually, his vision became clearer. Peter struggled to push a huge crucible and stopped at the grave marking the destroyed tombstone of 'Tom Riddle'. It was a crucible that could accommodate an adult.

I saw him placing a large stone under the crucible, stuffing a lot of firewood, and then lit them.

The crucible was filled with water, and Peter put many unknown things in it, making the liquid in the crucible thicker.

"It's on fire, Master."

After a while, Peter's respectful voice sounded.

The goblin's sharp voice sounded again.

"Let the ceremony begin, my servant."

Peter took a few deep breaths to adjust his mood, and then he walked to the grave next to him carrying a hoe.Digging hard and digging hard, the cemetery was soon excavated.After rummaging inside for a while, he took out a small section of white bones stained with dust.

Throwing the bones into the crucible without hesitation.

Peter raised his wand high, and his trembling voice sounded in the silent night air: "The bones of your father, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son!"

As the bones fell into the crucible, the liquid inside turned bright red and blue. It was obvious that the liquid inside was composed of highly toxic substances.

Then Peter walked directly above the crucible, took out a sharp and shiny dagger, stretched out his right hand, closed his eyes, and swung it hard.

Plop.

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

Peter's face was distorted, and he didn't know whether it was because of pain or fear, and his trembling voice sounded again.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

After reading this sentence, Peter quickly took out a handful of crushed plants from his pocket, which were white flowers. He applied these plants to the wound of the broken arm, and soon the blood flow of the broken arm was stopped.

"at last."

Peter walked towards Harry with the dagger in his remaining arm.

Those little eyes were full of viciousness.

But after meeting Harry's green eyes, he lost his concentration for a moment.

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

After doing all this, Peter staggered towards the crucible.

He wants to complete the last rites

Chapter 318 316 Father’s bones, servant’s blood, enemy boar’s

The blood was poured into the crucible, and the bright red liquid turned into a dazzling milky white.

"Success!"

The goblin stared at the liquid in the crucible, grinned, and showed a satisfied smile under his long gutter nose.

Although his own potion skills are not bad, this is the first time he has made such an ancient potion. According to the records in ancient books, it should be a success.

Regardless of Peter, who was sitting on the ground as if he had lost his soul, he jumped up and jumped into the crucible without hesitation.

A stream of white steam rose from the crucible.

The goblin in the crucible only felt that his body was being wrapped up, and he felt that his body was gradually deforming.

This was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

He had experienced it more than 20 years ago when he underwent countless magical transformations.

My father's bones rebuilt the bones of his body.

The flesh of the servant recasts all his flesh and blood.

The blood of his enemies re-condensed the magic power in his body.

He's getting a new lease of life!

Restore to its original strongest state!

Top moment!

The Dark Lord is coming back!

Then the body that was gradually deforming suddenly stopped. The feeling of growing stronger and more condensed suddenly came to an abrupt end.

It's as uncomfortable as when the progress bar suddenly stops moving when it reaches 90.00% nine.

"what happened?"

There are 1 questions in my mind. It was obvious that I was going to succeed soon. Why... why did it suddenly stop?

This was not over yet. His body began to retreat at an incredible speed.

After a while, he returned to his original appearance, as if everything just now was an illusion.

what happened?

where is wrong?

process?Or where?

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think. The severe pain caused his brain to temporarily lose consciousness, and the hot liquid continued to irritate his skin.

No, there's something wrong with this potion!

No matter how slow your reaction is, you still realize the problem.