socalfunplaces Chapter 184 Unleashing a Bloodbath to Build a Jingguan
Chapter 184 Unleashing a Bloodbath to Build a Jingguan
Chapter 185 (5k long chapter) Unleashing a massacre to build a Jingguan (a mound of corpses).
When Harry saw the woman in the lead, he immediately understood. This woman had been so flirtatious and blatant earlier; she clearly knew Muggle attire. She was obviously disguised, intending to infiltrate the camp and commit evil!
Just as he was pondering this, he saw the woman point her wand into the air again and shout:
"Extremely painful!"
Roberts received the curse from mid-air and immediately let out a mournful wail.
The woman then used a loudspeaker spell, causing the screams to echo throughout the surrounding area, truly heart-wrenching.
Harry, who had witnessed everything, felt a surge of anger rising to his head and roared, "You despicable scoundrel! How dare you humiliate the innocent like this!"
No sooner said than done! He lunged forward, his dagger flashing from its sheath.
A flash of cold light appeared, and the invisible blade flew towards the man's throat.
Who knew that this woman was a seasoned fighter? Seeing the blade at her neck, she suddenly used a phantom teleportation technique and flashed three zhang away.
He then looked around, raised his wand high, and shouted:
"Destroy the illusion and reveal the truth!"
The sound was like a thunderclap in a clear sky, and Harry's figure was instantly revealed.
Upon seeing this, the dozen or so wizards behind the woman, all wearing iron masks, began to shout and clamor.
"It's Harry Potter!"
"He's wearing an invisibility cloak!"
"Kill him!"
Upon seeing Harry, the woman's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and her mouth stretched into a wide, sinister grin as she sneered:
"Ah~ isn't this little Harry, whose whole family was killed by his master!"
"Want to avenge your dead parents?"
Upon hearing this, Harry immediately realized that this group were all Death Eaters.
Without a word, he swung his wand like a shooting star. The woman was equally formidable; she raised her wand almost simultaneously, and they roared in unison.
"Ultimate Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Two sinister, emerald-green lights collided in mid-air, resembling two venomous dragons entangled together.
With a deafening roar, green light scattered everywhere, and the surrounding tents were torn apart as if by a raging storm. Even the fleeing wizards were shaken and knocked off their feet.
At this moment, the Weasleys were protecting a group of young wizards as they retreated towards the camp gate. Upon seeing this, Arthur turned ashen-faced.
"Harry knows such a wicked curse?!"
"Blake!"
Molly saw the green light flashing wildly before her eyes, her teeth grinding together, and she suddenly pushed Ginny into Arthur's arms.
"Take care of the children! I have to go rescue Harry!"
She immediately turned around and took a few steps forward, about to turn back and join the battle, but Hermione blocked her way with her arm.
Hermione remained calm and spoke with pride, "Rest assured, Mrs. Weasley, she can't harm Harry."
When everyone looked closely, they saw that Harry's Killing Curse was like a mighty river, surging with emerald light; while the woman's spell light was like a lone boat on a wave, struggling to stay afloat.
Molly's expression shifted between light and shadow, but she finally steeled herself and raised her arms to shout at the fleeing young wizards.
"Come to me, children!"
They then protected everyone with Arthur and retreated straight towards the camp gate.
As the woman watched her own magical light being swallowed up, her madness turned to shock and rage, and she shouted sharply without turning her head:
"A bunch of idiots! What are you all standing there for?!"
"Never mind those Muggles!"
At this shout, the Death Eaters seemed to awaken from a dream, abandoning the Roberts family in mid-air, and a dozen or so beams of cursed light shot towards Harry like a sudden rain of locusts.
Seeing this, Hermione pulled out her wand and swung it fiercely, casting a powerful armor spell to protect Harry.
Ron didn't hesitate. He plucked a lock of hair from his sideburn and blew on it, instantly creating five stick-wielding clones that rushed off to protect Harry.
But the five willow-shaped magic staffs danced like a whirlwind, blocking all the incoming spell lights.
Hermione, seeing the few hairs that had transformed into clones moving so nimbly, exclaimed in surprise, "Your Transfiguration spell has improved again?!"
Ron grinned. "What else do you think I've been doing at home this summer?"
"I didn't even stay at Harry's house for an extra day after his birthday!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Willow Demon Cudgel in his hand suddenly shot out like a serpent, thrusting out for more than ten feet and stabbing a Death Eater in the chest, sending him flying backward.
Hermione pursed her lips but said nothing, instead leaping to Harry's side to help him.
Just as Harry's Killing Curse was about to engulf the witch, a beam of cursed light suddenly burst forth from the side.
With a loud "boom," the two green lights were cut off in the middle.
"Bella! Stop playing around!"
"Don't forget why we're here today!"
Harry could hear the voice but not see the person, and he knew that there must be a thief hiding under the Invisibility Cloak.
His eyes widened instantly, and following the sound, he unleashed an explosive spell, cursing angrily:
"You cowardly little bird, show your true form or I'll take a stab from your grandpa Harry!"
The incantation was incredibly powerful, exploding with a deafening roar like thunderbolts, causing a buzzing sound in the ears of the Death Eaters.
Harry looked around and saw half a corner of a black robe sticking out from the bottom of the pit; it was the Invisible Cloak Cult's weapon damaged by the explosion.
Seeing that his hiding place had been exposed, the person hiding there did not hesitate and turned to dart into the dense forest behind the camp.
Harry's face darkened, and he was about to give chase when he caught sight of Bella crouching, like a mad mother leopard, poised to pounce.
He paused again, then moved to protect Ron and Hermione.
Hermione knew what Harry was thinking and gave him a push on the back.
"Go ahead, Harry. You're in charge of the guy under the Invisibility Cloak. Ron and I can handle the guys here."
Harry thought to himself: That invisible thief must be the leader. I must capture him and get to the bottom of this.
Although this wicked woman was fierce, she was unaware that her brother and elder sister each possessed a treasured artifact to protect them, so even if they couldn't defeat her, their lives would not be in danger.
With this in mind, he raised his voice and said, "Elder sister and brothers, please be extremely careful. If things don't go well, retreat immediately; preserving your lives is the most important thing!"
Having said that, his figure disappeared into the void, transforming into a mirage and chasing after the fleeing enemy.
After Harry left, Bellatrix suddenly reached out with her five fingers like hooks and grabbed at his face, tearing off a thin veil with a "whoosh" to reveal her true form.
But behold: disheveled black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her slanted eyes held heavy eyelids. Thin lips, as if carved by a knife, were tightly pressed together, devoid of color. Her cheeks were sunken as if chiseled, a solitary figure, skin and bones wrapped in a pale blue. At first glance, her face was a startling, skeletal mass, yet upon closer inspection, a certain charm remained. Amidst the fallen petals and withered willows, her former beauty still lingered, clear and pure.
Bella rubbed her skeletal hands together, her slanted eyes flashing with a cold smile as she swept her chilling gaze over Ron and Hermione, sending a shiver down their spines.
"How dare you, you little bastard."
"How dare you say something like you're going to stop me."
"I really want to know who gave you that confidence..."
Hermione, never one to back down with a retort, sneered, "I'd like to know where someone who lost to a thirteen-year-old underage wizard gets their confidence from."
"Is it because you made Tom Riddle look like a horny dog by dressing him up as a Muggle?"
Hermione! Those words are truly wicked! Not to mention the foxhounds behind Bella, even Ron almost lost face upon hearing them.
Upon hearing this, Bella was first taken aback, then her eyes widened in fury, and she let out a heart-wrenching roar.
"You vile woman! How dare you insult my great master!"
"Grab her! I want to torture her to death myself!"
Her screams were fierce, like those of a demon, yet a Death Eater stepped forward, hesitating:
"Our goal today doesn't seem to be capturing these two insignificant wizards, does it?"
"And what exactly is that important matter? You've never—"
He muttered to himself, but Bella just glared at Hermione, then, without turning her head, gripped her wand and shoved it hard into the Death Eater's face.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light, and the Death Eater collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
Without Bellado needing to say anything more, the Death Eaters behind him pounced like wolves and tigers, unleashing various malevolent spells and curses with their wands.
Ron and his four or five hair-like avatars shouted and rushed forward to block them.
Hermione, however, neither dodged nor avoided, facing Bella's sharp edge head-on.
Bella was filled with hatred, but she was unwilling to let Hermione die a quick death. She wanted to slowly prepare her body. With a few taps of her wand, several piercing red lights emerged like venomous snakes and devoured her.
The curse came with overwhelming force, but Hermione showed no fear. It turned out that she had learned quite a few tricks from Harry, and now, steeling her heart, she returned the curse with a killing spell.
The two beams of death light, one red and one green, collided in mid-air. After a brief stalemate, the red beam swept away the green beam with overwhelming force, pushing it back relentlessly.
As the saying goes, "It's easy to watch someone carry a load without feeling the strain, and it's easy to talk when you're not the one doing the work." Hermione had just seen Harry deal with this guy as easily as Mount Tai crushing an egg, and thought Bellatrix's abilities were ordinary.
Only after personally experiencing it did I realize its overwhelming and irresistible power, like a frog at the bottom of a well finally glimpsing the vastness of the sky.
Damn!
Am I that much worse off than Harry?!
Hermione gritted her teeth, veins bulging on her forehead, and poured all her magic into the wand.
Even so, it only temporarily slowed down the corrosive effect of the Heart-Rending Curse, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, all in vain.
Seeing this, Bella sneered, "You little rascal! Is this the level you're so confident in?!"
"Is that all?!"
She jerked her wand violently, and the red light exploded, causing Hermione to stagger backward and nearly fall.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bella tapped her staff again, and a piercing red beam shot out, heading straight for Hermione's heart.
Just as things were about to turn around, Ron suddenly lunged forward, his left foot landing squarely on Hermione's instep, and the two instantly connected.
He gripped the willow-shaped magic staff tightly with both hands and thrust it downwards with all his might. Suddenly, a bright silver light poured out from the cracks in the charred wood, transforming into a several-foot-long halo that protected the two of them at its core.
The curse that had been closing in on Hermione's heart suddenly reversed, flowing backward like a river.
Hermione stared in disbelief, speechless for a long moment before finally muttering, "This, this is—this is a time-tamper?"
Ron's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, his jaw was clenched, and he managed to utter the words through his teeth.
"Do you think I stole those time-changers for nothing? I can only rewind time within a certain range!"
Upon hearing this, Hermione's face instantly turned ashen, her wrists clenched so tightly that the veins bulged, and the wand nearly snapped in two.
The difference is too great...
I'm so far behind them...
As time rewinds, the Heart-Piercing Curse retreats to the outside of the light circle.
Hermione quickly shifted to the side, and Ron instantly withdrew his staff and pulled it back, causing the light circle to shrink accordingly.
The Heart-Piercing Curse grazed past their clothes and shot straight at the old tree behind them. With a "whoosh," a hole the size of a bowl was drilled into the tree trunk.
Amidst the swirling white smoke, a sudden loud "crack" was heard, and the tree crashed to the ground, sending wood chips flying everywhere. It turned out that the tree's heartwood had been magically ground into dust.
Seeing this, Bella frowned and glanced at Ron, looking him up and down.
"Your methods are quite interesting, kid."
"I can give you a chance to live, if you're willing to have the Dark Mark inscribed on your forehead—"
The words were still ringing in my ears when suddenly a disheveled man emerged from the dilapidated tent beside me.
The man, wand in hand, squinting drunkenly, yawned and said, "What's all the noise outside? I'm even dreaming about it—Bella?!"
Upon seeing Blake, Bella's madness intensified, and she shrieked:
"I thought you'd run away a long time ago! My dear cousin!"
As the ancients said, "Those of the same lineage share the same roots." If Bella is so mad, how could Sirius be a gentle soul?
Moreover, one has joined Voldemort, and the other has entered the Order of the Phoenix; they are practically irreconcilable enemies. Now that they have met on a narrow path, how can they possibly let this go easily?
But Blake's face twitched uncontrollably, then suddenly a ferocious grin appeared on his face as he gritted his teeth and said:
"Don't worry, you bitch! I'll break all your arms and legs and then send you back to Azkaban!"
The flower blooms at two ends, each telling its own story.
Meanwhile, Harry stared intently at the clues revealed beneath the Invisibility Cloak while he was in mid-air.
He opened his blood-red maw and exhaled a white mirage, which looked like a scroll of ink painting unfurled between heaven and earth.
The old pines and cypresses in the forest seemed to come alive, their roots shifting and twisting the path into a winding, narrow trail, determined to lure the thief into his trap.
But the slippery, mud-like thief hadn't run ten steps when he suddenly stopped, and a lean arm emerged from under his invisibility cloak, calling out:
"Destroy the illusion and reveal the truth!"
The illusion created by the mirage shattered instantly, and the thief, without pausing, dashed off again along the main road.
Harry saw it clearly from mid-air, and immediately spun around, like a hawk catching a rabbit, and pounced straight down to the ground.
As he landed, a gust of bloody wind swept through, and Harry revealed his human form, his legs seemingly flying as he relentlessly pursued him.
He thought to himself: Damn it! Just now, I used a little trick, and this guy hurriedly broke the spell. He clearly knows that I, Animagus, am a mirage.
If that's true, this scoundrel must be one of Voldemort's trusted lieutenants! If we capture him today, everything will be clear.
Harry hardened his heart, brandishing his wand with a whooshing sound as he unleashed a series of deadly curses with earth-shattering force.
The thief under the invisibility cloak was only concerned with fleeing for his life, unaware that his master might have told him that Harry was actually a master of both magic and martial arts!
Just as he was fending off the barrage of curses, Harry had already raised the edge of his ring knife and silently swept it towards his ankle.
The thief cried out "Ah!" and collapsed to the ground like a kite with a broken string. A pig-like scream immediately came from under his invisibility cloak.
"Ughhhhhh!!!"
"My feet! My feet!"
It turned out that the knife, though outwardly invisible, had cleanly severed the tendons and bones inside.
Harry strode forward, his eyes flashing with malice, and sneered, "Don't even mention your feet, even your bird! I'll chop off its tendons too, so you'll be useless!"
After saying that, he reached out to lift the invisibility cloak to see what it was, but unexpectedly the thief suddenly shouted loudly.
"Sparkle! Get over here!"
With a crisp "snap," the house-elf who had been holding the spot for Crouch appeared shakily to his side.
She dared not meet Harry's gaze, trembling all over, and hurriedly snapped her fingers again, disappearing without a trace with the injured master.
The scene was exactly as it had been then, down to the last detail. Veins bulged on Harry's forehead as he pointed his wand forward and roared:
"Death paves the way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, one after another, bony, black hands shrouded in mist suddenly emerged from the ground.
Everything it touched, whether grass, trees, soil, or rocks, sizzled and decayed under the black mist, turning into a dead wasteland in the blink of an eye.
However, after searching around, he could not find any trace of the thief.
Looking up suddenly, they saw a skull formed from swirling black mist hanging in the air above the camp, its mouth spewing out a long snake—Voldemort's Dark Mark.
Harry's nameless rage burned fiercely.
Without hesitation, he transformed into his true form as a mirage beast, soaring straight up to the heavens. With a single, massive bite, he shattered the skeletal snake shadow, then turned and returned to his camp.
As soon as he landed on the cloud, Black, Ron, and Hermione surrounded the dozen or so Death Eaters.
These thieves, though they had already released their wands, continued to chatter incessantly.
Upon seeing Harry, Ron slung the stick over his shoulder and grinned:
"Harry, how's it going? These are all the ones Mr. Black and I caught together—oh, and Hermione too."
Hermione simply muttered, "Most of them were indeed caught by you and Mr. Black."
Harry paid no attention to any of that, only asking urgently, "Has that vixen called Bella been captured?"
Blake shook his head. "That crazy woman ran away. That black magic mark in the sky just now was left by her."
Upon hearing this, Harry was furious, realizing he had lost both the fish and the bear's paw.
But the dozen or so Death Eaters continued to chatter like crows, further fueling his anger.
"I've been cursed with an impaling spell! I know nothing!"
"Give me back my wand if you dare! I want a fair duel!"
"I am a descendant of the twenty-eight sacred tribes, and the elders and sages of Wizengamo owe my family a debt of gratitude!"
The group was making a lot of noise when Harry suddenly turned around and strode straight over.
One of the more well-known Death Eaters hurriedly pressed his iron mask firmly against his face, forcing himself to remain calm, and said:
"Mr. Potter, I must make a statement, I—"
"Snap!"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry had already drawn his ring knife and slashed at the head.
With a crisp sound, the head rolled to the ground, hot blood gushing from its neck, splattering Harry's face with crimson spots, making him look like a demon with his face painted.
The remaining Death Eaters, seeing this, were terrified and immediately retreated, screaming in horror.
"A madman! This madman! He's a descendant of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans!"
"Wait! Potter! Let's talk this out!"
"My brother is the head of the Flint family! You'd better think carefully about the consequences of doing this!"
Harry ignored him, picked up the head with its eyes wide open, held the White Frost Mithril Ring Knife upside down, and stepped forward with heavy steps.
"I ask you questions, and you answer them. If you utter even half a word of evasion, I'll take your heads—"
"Build a mound of skulls!"
(End of this chapter)