Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

The latter smiled coldly, his body could basically ignore the effects of these potions.

The spell shattered the tombstone mercilessly, and Harry dodged the opponent's attack with his super high speed.

Three more bottles of pink potion were thrown out.

'Goblin trap!'

With the eyes of an eagle, Harry saw the other person's appearance clearly in the brief fight just now.

A goblin.

The test tube exploded and pink gas filled the air.

"useless!"

Having said that, his body paused slightly and he obviously slowed down his attack.

Although you say it’s useless, your body is quite honest.

Harry took this opportunity and ordered three more potions.

This time it's explosives.

‘Boom! ’

As the fire flew, Harry took the opportunity to try to grab the wand of the short cloaked man.

Harry's fighting style was inspired by Dudley, or similar to the previous Dudley, using spells as the main method and potions as the auxiliary method (Dudley used physical magic as the main method and potions as the auxiliary method). Potions have limited effects in battle and are not as convenient as spells, so he must get a wand.

The short cloaked man also noticed this and tried to snatch it back before him, but was slapped away by Harry, who had the speed of a leopard and the strength of a bear.

After getting the wand, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more secure.

Although this wand is not mine, at least I can cast a few spells with it.

"Humph!"

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

"Except your weapons!"

Harry shouted.

The red spell flew out and hit the opponent directly, but the green spell released by the opponent was unexpectedly powerful, instantly tearing through Harry's spell and sending him flying. Fortunately, Harry's physique was enhanced after taking the potion, otherwise this one blow would be enough to make him lose his combat ability.

What a powerful spell, what a terrifying magic.

This was the first time Harry encountered such a situation, and he was completely defeated in the spell duel.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Harry subconsciously used dark magic.

Although black magic is criticized by other wizards as evil, it is the most effective killing magic in a duel.

Unfortunately, this divine sword invisible spell was easily blocked by the opponent.

He is a wizard of a completely different level from Barty Jr. If it were any other wizard, the outcome would have been decided the moment Harry took the Bresta potion.

"Very good. Good duel level."

Although it was a compliment, Harry did not feel any approval at all. Instead, he felt full of malice.

Yes, it's malicious.

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

It just happens to be this time!

Let me explain to friends who have not read the original book that the tombstone of Tom Riddle should more accurately be the tombstone of old Tom Riddle.

It’s not our senior Tom’s. The father and son have the same name.

Chapter 317: Jump up and hit his knee! (Please vote)

Harry was not in good condition, so the opponent naturally would not miss this opportunity and would not say any stupid words like fair duel to him, so Harry was knocked down by a spell as expected.

"Wormtail, tie him up."

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

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

The goblin walked up to Harry with his hands behind his back. However, there was a huge height difference between goblins and humans, especially Harry who was over 1.80 meters tall, so even if he jumped up, he could only reach Harry's knees. He could only look up at Harry, which made the goblin very dissatisfied. He glared at Peter fiercely, and the latter tied Harry's legs in fear and made him sit on the ground, then moved a stool over.

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 am going to do?"

The goblin stared into Harry's green eyes, which were full of the pleasure of revenge.

Harry also stared at the goblins. He thought of something Hermione often mentioned in the first grade: "Of course I know that you want to launch a goblin rebellion like in 1612. But you overlooked one thing. Now is not the same as before. The world is completely controlled by wizards. The power of goblins is far less than that in 1612. You can't win."

"It would be possible only if you contact centaurs, merfolk, vampires, banshees, giants, and werewolves. However, vampires and banshees have been officially classified as humans. They have obtained the same powers as wizards. Furthermore, I do not recommend that you let giants participate. When they go crazy, they will eat their companions."

"So you are doomed to fail!"

The goblin standing opposite him was surprised when he heard what Harry said, and then his face suddenly became gloomy, as if Harry had hit the nail on the head.

"Shut up!"

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

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

Harry said in a serious tone: "The era of goblins is over, you are doomed..."

"I'm not a goblin!"

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

My good mood was completely ruined by Harry's words.

He now wanted very much to kill the boy in front of him. According to his previous temper, he would have given him a big bite. However, he forced himself to hold back because he still needed the boy, and he couldn't kill the boy now.

He stared at Harry as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"I have learned my lesson. I will not easily 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.

The fairy looked at the other party's shock, feeling indescribably happy: "Yes, it's just what you think, I am."

"Professor Quirrell?!"

Harry's voice echoed through the graveyard.

Goblin:? ? ?

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

Well-reasoned 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 angrier.

I had intended to say a few words like a winner, but the more I spoke, the angrier I got.

I don’t know if the other party is really stupid or doing it on purpose.

"Wormtail, proceed according to the original plan. My useless subordinates will not arrive for a while."

The goblin left the spot. Before leaving, he looked at Harry with resentful eyes: "Soon I will have a new body. Of course, this requires your help, Harry Potter."

The latter could only make humming sounds; his mouth was sealed and he was unable to speak.

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

"No one knows you're here. I think they should be worried now."

"I will execute you in front of everyone."

"Your fate was determined from the beginning."

There was a sound in the black earth under my feet, and I saw a big snake winding on the grass, circling around the goblin.

Peter's panting sound began, and in the darkness he seemed to be pushing something heavy towards him.

Gradually, his vision became clear. Peter was pushing a huge crucible with great effort and stopped at the destroyed grave where the tombstone of Tom Riddle was marked. It was a crucible that could accommodate an adult.

I saw him put a large stone under the crucible, stuffed a lot of firewood into it, and then lit them.

The crucible was filled with water, and Peter put a lot of unknown things in it, making the liquid in the crucible become viscous.

"It's ready, Master."

After a long while, Peter's respectful voice sounded.

The goblin's shrill voice sounded again.

"Let the ceremony begin, my servant."

Peter took a few deep breaths to adjust his mood, then he carried a hoe and walked towards the grave next to him. He dug hard, one by one, and soon dug up the grave. After searching for a while, he took out a small section of white bones covered with dust.

Throw the bones into the crucible without hesitation.

Peter held up his magic wand, and his trembling voice rang out in the silent night sky: "Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can give your son a new life!"

As the bones fell into the crucible, the liquid inside turned bright red-blue, and it was obvious that the liquid was highly poisonous.

Then Peter walked to the top of the crucible, took out a sharp dagger that was shining and reflective, stretched out his right hand, closed his eyes, and swung it hard.

Plop.

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

Peter's face was distorted, and it was unclear whether it was out of pain or fear, and the trembling voice rang out again.

“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”

After reading this, Peter quickly took out a handful of crushed plants from his pocket. It was Dipterocarpus chinensis. He smeared these plants on the wound of his broken arm, and soon the bleeding of the broken arm 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 was distracted for a moment.

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

After doing all this, Peter staggered towards the crucible.

He's going to complete the last rites.

Chapter 318: Father’s bones, servants’ blood, and enemy’s wild boar’s blood?

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 and grinned, a satisfied smile showing under his long groove nose.

Although his own potion skills were not bad, this was the first time he had made an ancient potion like this. According to the records in ancient books, it should have been successful.

Without caring about Peter who was sitting on the ground like a lost soul, he jumped up and jumped into the crucible with a "gulp" without hesitation.

A white vapor rose from the crucible.

The goblin in the crucible 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 felt it more than 20 years ago when he had undergone countless magical transformations.

Father's bones, rebuilding the skeleton of his entire body.

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