Fairy: My Ancestors Are Screaming!

The Dark Wizard never expected that the young man in front of him would use a Imperio on him right from the start.

Most importantly, he was Wandless Magic.

Family members, does anyone understand? Does this mean that people nowadays are casting Unforgivable Curse Wandless Magic?

He felt as if he were floating on clouds, surrounded by soft clouds, and immersed in boundless happiness.

Under the other party's command, he obediently handed over the magic wand in his arms.

There was also a bottle of the Draught of Living Death treasured in the house, but Potter was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the poor, so he didn't take his three Sickle and eleven Knut.

Out of the corner of Harry's eye, he saw several photographs hanging on the wall of the Dark Wizard's house, with several of them marked with a red cross.

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"I took the job," the Dark Wizard said honestly. "I usually take assassination jobs from Muggle; otherwise, how would I make money?"

Harry thought about it and realized that this Dark Wizard might still be of great use.

Okay, the students in the Dueling Club can't just stay at practicing or having harmless duels with their classmates all the time; they should do some real combat practice.

The Dark Wizard in front of me is just a ready-made target... practice material, isn't he?

"You've been hired."

Harry left with a cryptic remark and turned to leave the Dark Wizard's house.

The Dark Wizard stood there, completely bewildered, not understanding what the person in front of him meant.

After wandering around the alley, Harry used his Revealing Charm to find the next house.

As soon as the man opened the door, Harry smelled an indescribable odor, like something had been pickled.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Who are you?" the wizard asked.

"Oh, I've come to borrow your wand," Harry replied honestly.

"Here you go, now get out of here."

The wizard pulled a wand from his pocket and impatiently shoved it into Harry.

He then turned around and slammed the door shut, leaving Harry bewildered in the wind.

No, you're giving it to me like this?

He raised his wand and flicked it.

It's a real wand, not one of those toy wands from Zonko's Joke Shop or Licorice Wand from a candy store.

Harry felt a chill run down his spine.

He must have some secret to hide if he gave me the wand so easily!

So he took the wand, picked at the lock on the doorknob, took a few steps back, and prepared to use the door-opening Charms.

(Harry)

"Bombarda Maxima (Bombarda Maxima)!"

A flash of light, followed by a violent explosion, and the door, along with the front wall of the house, was ripped away without a trace.

The dusty-faced wizard coughed twice and looked helplessly out the door.

I've already given you the wand, what more do you want!

"I'm sorry, I meant to use Alohomora," Harry said apologetically, "But I forgot the spell. I hope you can forgive me."

"Didn't you just recite the spell?" the wizard asked indignantly.

Harry bowed slightly and said politely, "That's precisely why I'm apologizing—"

As he spoke, he looked around and realized that the wizard in front of him was indeed no ordinary person.

His house was like Professor Snape's underground office, but even more sinister and terrifying than Snape's office.

All around were green bottles and jars containing various organs and viscera; Harry could even see a human head soaking in one of the jars.

"So this wand... isn't yours, is it?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

The wizard was still panting. He didn't know who the young man in front of him was, but he knew that Darkie had fallen at his feet.

"This is none of your business, kid—I've already given you the wand, so please don't disturb me as I continue my experiments."

Harry looked over the Dark Wizard's shoulder and saw the man tied up behind him.

The man looked terrified, his mouth completely sealed by Charms, and judging from his clothes, he was clearly a Muggle.

Seeing this, Harry pointed at the man, and the Charms on the man's lips immediately disappeared.

"Help!" the man gasped for breath.

"He's a Muggle?" Harry asked the Dark Wizard. "Why did you arrest him?"

The Dark Wizard suddenly reached into his robes—

However, Harry was faster; he snapped his fingers, and the Dark Wizard turned into a spider.

Drawn by Ancient Charm, the spider suddenly flew to Harry's feet.

smack

The spider was stepped on, causing its juices to splatter everywhere, and Harry's shoes were covered in spider entrails.

The Muggle man's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight.

No, it's Jesus ' holy Fxxk...

He swallowed hard, his mind racing through all the good deeds he had ever done in his life, and he quickly prayed to the Lord.

"You're saved, sir," Harry said softly.

"Thank you, thank you—" the rescued man gasped, still shaken. "My God, he was a really scary guy—are you the same kind of person as him?"

"It depends on how you see it," Harry smiled gently.

"I think you must be a good man, sir." The man's eyes welled up with tears. "My name is John, John Strau."

He spoke rapidly, "This... this wicked wizard, he captured so many people—people like me who don't know magic. Several people have already been tortured to death by him. Thank you, great sir, you saved me just as he was about to torture me... There are still two people alive in the basement, you see..."

"Go and bring them up." Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the doorway. "Reparo!"

Under John's almost reverent gaze, the blasted brick walls seemed to be drawn towards the center like iron objects attracted by a magnet, and in no time, the house was Reparo.

Harry glanced at him.

He quickly ran to the basement, and a short while later, he came up with a man and a woman.

"Thank you, wizard," the two men said, wiping away tears. "Oh my god, I thought I was going to die here..."

"At least you're still alive, aren't you?" Harry said. "Are you all Muggle? Oh, I mean, are all of you people he captured and tortured people who can't use magic?"

"Those two people can use magic," the woman among the three said, pointing to the head soaking in a jar. She then rolled her eyes and vomited all over the floor.

"What does he want with you?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," the three of them said honestly.

John suddenly said, "By the way, last night I thought I saw a black-haired person come into the basement. I don't know if I was mistaken, but his body seemed to be transparent..."

"Transparent?" Harry frowned. "Is it a ghost? What does it look like?"

"He's very handsome, and looks a bit like a young Bourne Anderson—he's even more handsome than Anderson," John said.

Harry noted this detail and continued, "Anything else? — I mean, like, this person's physical characteristics?"

"I don't remember, that's all I remember," John replied.

"And what about you two?" Harry asked, looking at the remaining two.

The two shook their heads together, indicating they didn't know.

Harry nodded. "Alright—that's all I wanted to ask. I'll take you out of Knockturn Alley later—it's a gathering place for Dark Wizard, and it's a bit dangerous for people like you who don't use magic."

"Understood, thank you." The three nodded quickly in unison.

They've been through enough these past few days, so they know for sure that Harry isn't lying.

"Um... Sir Wizard," the woman asked, "Are you... a police officer among the wizards?"

"No, I'm not Auror," Harry said with a smile. "I'm just an ordinary student who longs for an ordinary life."

Upon hearing Harry's words, the three of them were filled with respect.

No, with your abilities... you're still a student?

Are all students in wizarding world schools this... powerful?

Harry knew what the three of them were thinking. He shrugged, curled his lip, and said, "Well, maybe I'm a little bit special."

When Harry saw them off from Knockturn Alley, he reluctantly went to the bank with them again and accepted the "reward".

It wasn't a lot of money, but it seemed like their family was quite wealthy. Anyway... Harry received a sum of Pound Sterling and deposited it into his personal account.

Given their gratitude, Harry did not cast Obliviate on them.

After all, he was just an ordinary student at Hogwarts, and the matter of erasing Muggle memories was not his concern.

But Harry was considerate enough to use Charms to Marseille out parts of their memories that they shouldn't have seen, such as the head in the bottle and various internal organs.

Goodbye, wizard classmate.

The three waved to Harry to express their gratitude.

Harry waved goodbye to them as well.

He didn't forget to take out Ageing Potion from his pocket and take a sip to prolong his aging process.

Standing at the bank's entrance, Harry was still pondering what John had said.

Who exactly is that young man's soul? What is his connection to this Dark Wizard?

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

Damn it, kill them too fast!

They were too busy eliminating harm for the people.

Sometimes being too ruthless and decisive isn't necessarily a good thing.

But since things had already turned out this way, Harry decided to stop wasting his energy on the situation.

He's arrived at the Muggle bank, but he hasn't been to the Wizarding World's bank yet—there are still important materials waiting for him to retrieve from Veratia's little vault.

Harry had no intention of using that small sum of money. He might need it when Veratia returned, perhaps to buy a property or something.

With that in mind, Harry returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

Old Tom didn't recognize him. When he saw him go straight to the brick wall after entering the bar, he didn't say anything and just started mixing drinks at the bar.

Harry walked through the brick wall of the bar and arrived at Gringotts again.

Gringotts was just as it had been when he last visited, with Goblin moving about inside, and some wizards sitting at the counters handling business, or following the Goblin to the underground vault to retrieve money and valuables.

Harry looked around and spotted the familiar face who had helped him last time— the Goblin named Griphook.

Following the principle that it's easier to get things done with acquaintances, Harry plopped down in front of the counter.

"Name." Griphook, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Harry Potter." Harry did not hide his real name.

The Griphook made an "oh" sound.

"Oh, Harry Potter, didn't you come to collect your money last year?"

After saying that, the Griphook felt something was wrong.

He looked up at Harry, somewhat hesitant.

"I remember... you were a freshman last year, right?"

Griphook's small eyes sized Harry up and down, wondering to himself, "Do human babies grow up this fast these days? They've grown so much in just a few days, I don't even recognize them anymore..."

What did you eat at Hogwarts this past year? Magical plant fertilizer?

He didn't think much of it, but simply lowered his head again to organize the documents, saying casually, "Alright, the Potter Family vault, right? Even though you came in person, you still need to produce the vault key—that's Gringotts rule, you should understand, Mr. Potter?"

"No, let's not go to the Potter Family' vault yet, I'm going to another one," Harry said.

"The other one?" Griphook looked up.

"Yes, the other one," Harry said, pulling out the vault number Veratia had dictated to him from his pocket. "Vault 313."

"Vault 313, wait a moment, Mr. Potter." Griphook crouched down and took out a thick stack of documents from under the counter. "I'm sorry, I don't remember this vault very well—it seems like no one has tried to take anything from it for many years. Please wait a moment while I take a look."

"Okay," Harry said understandingly.

A moment later, the Griphook hesitantly raised its head.

"Vault 313? Was that the place where Miss Grindelwald Verathea Elizabeth Amaryllis Grindelwald from the Austro-Hungarian Empire conducted business a century ago?"

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"It says here that the token appears to be a wand." Griphook hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the matter. "Holly Wood, Phoenix Feather, an eleven-inch wand with a ruby and red veins—the word 'Vivi' is engraved on the bottom of the wand."

"Oh." Harry really didn't know there was 'Vivi' on the wand. He took out the wand and looked closely at the bottom of the wand. Sure enough, it was just as the Griphook had said.

He looked up, intending to show the wand to Griphook, but found Griphook staring at the wand in his hand with extreme horror.

Um?

Oh, Harry remembers now, this wand... Harry used it to kill some Goblin. Maybe it was too scary for the Goblin?

With that thought in mind, Harry looked down at his wand and found it was flashing an eerie red light.

"Oh no," Harry thought, "I should put this wand away."

However, it was too late. A strong magical wave suddenly burst forth from the tip of the wand, spreading throughout the entire Gringotts Hall!

Wizards who were withdrawing money or conducting business in Gringotts were surprised to find that the Goblin in front of them suddenly showed expressions of extreme terror.

Not only the Goblin behind the counter, but even the Goblin security guards standing guard at the door, were trembling and kneeling on the ground, covering their heads with their hands and screaming in terror.

"What... what is this?"

"My ancestors are screaming!"

"I can smell the blood of my people!"

The wand in Harry's eyes seemed to be leaping with excitement, its red stripes shimmering with light, and its shaft trembling violently, as if yearning for battle.

At that moment, Harry finally realized what had just happened!

The wand sensed the presence of its prey and is releasing an aura of fear!

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