Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 318 316. Father’s bones, servant’s blood, enemy, 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, 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 twenty 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!

Peak 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 99%.

"what happened?"

There are ten thousand 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?

What's 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.

Realizing that he had been deceived, uncontrollable anger rose in his heart. There was only one person who could manipulate the potion.

It was that Wormtail who betrayed him!

'I'm going to kill him! ’

Huge magic power burst out from his body.

There was a loud "boom", and the huge crucible exploded on the spot. Fragments flew out in all directions, and hot and sticky liquid splashed everywhere.

The goblin, whose whole body was red and swollen, walked out of it. White hot steam was constantly coming out of his body. His body was burned in many places and there were blisters all over his body.

But he didn't care about that.

"You humble and lowly worm, how dare you betray me, Wormtail!"

He stared at Peter fiercely, raised his hand and wanted to ask him to eat a big melon, and then he discovered something. With Peter's courage, if he saw himself with murderous intentions, the first thing he would do would be to beg for mercy, but the latter still refused. He slumped on the ground with a dazed look.

Eyes are dull and have no focus

This is a typical symptom of being under the Imperius Curse.

when?

The goblin was shocked. The servant who was always with him was being controlled, and he didn't even notice.

"In fact, he didn't betray you."

The voice behind him made his heart tremble.

The boy who was supposed to have his mouth sealed spoke. The boy who was supposed to be tied up had already untied the ropes and was looking at him with a sneer on his hands, his eyes full of mockery.

"It's you!"

screamed the goblin.

"Yes, it's me."

The other party decisively admitted it.

Hearing the admission, the goblin screamed in a higher pitch: "What did you do?! Why is your blood... No, that's not your blood, what is that?!"

"It's indeed not my blood. Guess what blood it is?"

After Harry finished speaking, he burst out laughing. When the other party asked him, he answered him: "A pig, that's the blood of a wild boar."

Hearing the pig blood used by the other party, the goblin's anger was about to explode. His resentful eyes escalated infinitely. If eyes could kill, Harry would have been killed countless times by the other party.

This boy, this boy named Harry Potter, he ruined his plans again, again! More than ten years ago, it was because of him that his own death curse rebounded to death. He had already overestimated the boy's ability to get through two moves with him. Unexpectedly, he still underestimated his strength. He was just a fourth grader. A Harry Potter can be so difficult.

He couldn't understand why the little boy who he could kill easily could actually do something small in front of him without telling him.

Why was the level of the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, so high that he didn't realize it at first? Could it be that he had been practicing the Imperius Curse since he was a child?

It was as if he was facing an extremely difficult dark wizard.

etc.

The goblin suddenly realized something was wrong.

His eyes were darting around, especially where the boy had just appeared. He found nothing wherever he looked.

There was nothing but gravel, dirt, and random grass.

The boy had only himself around him.

The key without the door The medium without the key, that trophy

According to the plan, he should have teleported here after getting the trophy.

"You're not Harry, who are you?"

The goblin took out his wand and pointed it at the other person.

The other party is probably really a dark wizard, the kind with profound magic power.

Is it the person Dumbledore is looking for? It looks like Barty Jr. failed. He was discovered!

Dumbledore's old fox is simply his nemesis!

He's there every time!

Be sure to kill him first next time!

"Bingo, correct answer, but no reward."

'Harry' still kept smiling: "It seems you are not really stupid."

He held out three fingers to the goblin.

"three"

"two"

"one"

When the countdown ended, his body began to deform.

The originally strong body suddenly became even larger.

He was taller and stronger, with bulging muscles all over his body. The glasses he originally wore also fell off, revealing a resolute face.

Two rows of white teeth sparkled in the moonlight, as if emitting a faint white light.

It just looks very unpleasant.

This time, with the elf's height, even if he jumped up, he probably wouldn't be able to hit the opponent's knee.

That's possible unless he has amazing jumping ability.

The next second he struck a strange pose.

Stand with your legs separated to the left and right, open the five fingers of your left hand, and slowly place it less than five centimeters away from the face, as if to block the face, but in fact, nothing is blocked. Place the right hand parallel to At the waist, the distance is about half a meter, and the fingers are also spread out.

"First meeting. Or rather, not the first meeting. Good evening, Senior Tom."

"My name - Dudley Dursley!"