Proud Girl, Powerful Ally / The Unluckiest Dark Lord, an Unexpected Visitor

Harry was secretly surprised by what he saw, and he began to suspect that Gabrielle might not be purely human.

"Use magic?" Hermione was taken aback. "Aren't you only eight years old? Are you already attending Beauxbatons?"

Gabrielle's demeanor and the natural way she spoke about using magic made Hermione think that the school uniform the child was wearing was not just for fun.

"I'm going to school soon!" the little girl explained sweetly. "I'm going to Beauxbatons for first grade!"

This Gabrielle is probably no ordinary person... Harry and Hermione both realized this.

Like Hogwarts, Beauxbatons enrolled at age eleven, but Gabrielle enrolled a full three years earlier!

"Sister, I'm back!" Finally, Gabrielle led Harry and the others back to her tent and called out happily at the door.

"Gabrielle! Why are you only coming back now? Your parents were worried sick!"

A tall girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, was standing outside the tent, anxiously looking around.

As soon as she saw Gabrielle, she ran over and hugged Gabrielle tightly.

She must be Gabrielle's older sister, because they look almost exactly alike, except that she is slightly older, so her features are more defined and her lines are more beautiful... and of course, she is more likely to make someone lose their mind.

Poor Will, he was basically sober the whole way.

"That kettle was too heavy!" Gabrielle turned around and laughed playfully. "Sister, they helped me carry the water back."

"Who are you...?"

"Harry?!"

The tall girl was about to step forward to thank him when a voice that Harry recognized very well suddenly came from a nearby tent.

"Corvus?" Harry turned his head and saw that the other person was none other than Corvus Lestrange, Auror he had met in France.

Harry never expected that he would run into an acquaintance from a foreign country during the competition.

Chapter 559 Proud Girl, Strong Reinforcements for Our Side

"Haha, that's great! I was just wondering if I could see you during the Quidditch World Cup, but what a coincidence that you'd run into Gabrielle!"

Upon seeing Harry, Corvus immediately rushed over excitedly. "Hermione and Luna Lovegood too, we haven't seen them since last Christmas."

"Mr. Lestrange, are you here to watch the game too?" Hermione asked curiously after exchanging greetings.

"It's about watching the game, but it's also part of my job." Corvus smiled and led everyone to the two sisters beside her. "Let me introduce you. These are the Delacour sisters. You've already met the younger sister, Gabrielle, and this is her older sister, Phoebe."

"I am Phoebe Delacour. Thank you for helping my sister." The tall girl extended her hand to Harry, expressing her sincere gratitude, but a hint of arrogance lingered in her eyes.

She spoke to Harry in English, but with a heavy French accent, which made Harry feel that it would have been better to communicate with her directly in French.

"It was nothing." He lightly squeezed the other person's fingertips. "I am Harry Granger ..."

"Wait! You're Harry Potter? Mr. Flamel's student?!" Upon hearing Harry's name, Phoebe's hands clenched tightly.

"Uh...it's me, but my last name Granger." Harry corrected himself, slightly embarrassed. He noticed that Phoebe seemed to be so shocked that she forgot to let go.

Fortunately, someone on his side arrived immediately to help him out of the predicament.

"Harry, we should go back now, Mom and Dad are waiting for us!" Hermione stepped forward and tugged at Harry's sleeve, emphasizing the words "Dad" and "Mom" in French.

"Sirius is also waiting for water at the camp," Luna Lovegood said quietly from the side.

For Hermione and Luna Lovegood, this girl named Phoebe evoked a sense of hostility in them.

It's that inexplicable, simple feeling of disliking someone.

"Excuse me, we may need to take our leave now," Harry said softly, his hand trembling slightly as Phoebe, startled, released his grip.

After that, he gestured to Corvus, waved and smiled at Gabrielle, and then led Hermione and the others away from the camp.

"That guy, he's just a kid." Phoebe frowned as she watched Harry's retreating figure. "He's just as plain-looking. What makes him so special that he's won Mr. Flamel's favor?"

"Phoebe, you mustn't underestimate Harry," Corvus warned from the side. "If Harry participates in this competition, he will definitely be the final winner. Neither you nor the Champion of Durmstrang will have any chance of winning against him."

"Really?" Phoebe was stunned in disbelief. "How could a kid who's no more than fourteen years old be as amazing as you, Corvus, make him out to be?"

"I'm not bragging, and you should call me Mr. Lestrange!"

Corvus reluctantly corrected Phoebe's way of addressing him. He was actually quite unwilling to have too much contact with these two troublesome sisters—specifically, the troublesome older sister—but unfortunately, the Britain Ministry of Magic had recently tightened its restrictions on the France Wizarding World. If Corvus wanted to openly enter Britain, he could only hitch a ride on the Delacour family's coattails.

"Hmph, so your name is Corvus! You're not much older than me, don't think that just because you know my father you can act like an elder in front of me!" Phoebe proudly raised her neck, looking like a swan that refused to bow its head no matter what.

"Fine, call her whatever you want." Corvus shook his head helplessly. "I have something to talk to Harry about. Keep an eye on Gabrielle, and don't let either of them run around."

After saying that, he left Delacour family's tent in a flash without waiting for Phoebe's rebuttal.

Honestly, Corvus sometimes had a hard time understanding Miss Delacour's thought process. She seemed to have an innate disdain for any child younger than her except Gabrielle, and she often found common ground with people much older than herself.

Take Corvus himself, for example. The age gap between him and Phoebe is big enough to accommodate an entire Harry, but the girl completely ignores this and stubbornly and confidently believes that she should be Corvus's 'peer'.

Sigh, all I can say is that the Delacour family inherited a precocious nature...

"Harry, wait for me!" In a flash, Corvus had already Apparition to catch up with Harry and followed him toward their tent.

"I just heard Sirius is here too? That's perfect, take me on a tour of your area, I haven't seen him in ages."

"A warm welcome!" Harry nodded with a smile. "My godfather would be very pleased to see you."

"I have even better news for you!" Corvus laughed, then leaned closer to Harry and whispered, "Grandpa Newt has told me about that guy. I'll be staying in Britain to assist you for the next while. The rest of us have already started working on it; they'll contact other forces in the Wizarding World and let us know as soon as they have any leads."

"That's great?" Harry's eyes lit up with surprise, but then he was a little puzzled. "But isn't the Britain Ministry of Magic restricting the entry of wizards serving in the French Ministry of Magic? Why are you allowed to stay here?"

"Because I'm benefiting from the Delacour family's connections," Corvus explained with a smile. "I'm no longer Auror of the French Ministry of Magic, but a full-time bodyguard employed by the Delacour family, specifically responsible for protecting the safety of their two daughters."

"Protection?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Are those sisters really that special?"

"They are indeed very special." Corvus nodded. "Phoebe and Gabrielle inherited their grandmother's Veela bloodline, so not only are they beautiful, but their magical talent is also quite astonishing. These two sisters are now Olympe Maxime's most prized students, so she has made a special application to the French Ministry of Magic that they must have someone protecting them whenever they are abroad."

"I see." Harry nodded in understanding.

The reason Corvus was able to enter the country smoothly was actually the result of political wrangling between the two sides. It is estimated that the French Ministry of Magic turned around and accused Britain of not trusting the security of the Britain Wizarding World, which allowed the Delacour sisters to forcibly bring Corvus, their bodyguard, into the country.

But... they're actually Half-Veela, no wonder they're so beautiful.

"Anyway, don't worry." Corvus patted Harry on the shoulder one last time. "With the combined strength of our side, even if the entire Britain Wizarding World refuses to help you, we still won't lose to that guy!"

"Of course!" Harry nodded firmly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

That's right, he's completely different from before!

Even without the Ministry of Magic's assistance, Dumbledore's help, or the Order of the Phoenix's support, Harry's overall strength is definitely not inferior to Voldemort and the Death Eater!

Chapter 560 The Most Miserable Demon King, An Unexpected Visitor

While saying this might sound arrogant, considering that Harry had just let Voldemort escape in Albania, he still wanted to say...

Now, facing Voldemort and the Death Eater head-on, he is not afraid at all.

Moreover, in Harry's opinion, apart from Voldemort's side.

But that guy is only a threat when he's hiding in the shadows. Once he's in the light, Harry's side, whether it's Sirius, Snape, or even Corvus whom they met again today, can easily hold him off one-on-one.

As for the other hidden former Death Eater, such as the Pure-blood Crabbe, Goyle, and the head of the Nott family, they were all complete pushovers, each one a complete waste.

These guys are good at paying Voldemort to cheer him on, but once it really comes down to a fight, they're nothing.

Harry has recently been considering whether to find an opportunity to release all the veteran Death Eater in Azkaban. Otherwise, Voldemort's forces are too few, scaring him into hiding for years, leaving Harry helpless.

Honestly, having watched so many different anime, movies, and other works in my past life, it's really hard for Harry to find a villain more miserable than Voldemort.

Despite being at the peak of his power, he foolishly insisted on fulfilling the Prophecy, only to be decisively killed by a widow and her orphan. For the next decade or so, he was left with only a wisp of a soul, and his painstakingly gathered followers scattered like monkeys when the tree fell.

Now that he's finally returned, can he find any other allies besides his old Death Eater?

Werewolf?

Ha, Harry has a small amount of Feral Wolf Serum, but it's basically enough to inject every Werewolf in Britain... Voldemort would only be able to give Harry a little reason to worry if he brought all the Werewolf in Europe to his side.

Vampire?

Please, these weaklings are even weaker than Werewolf. Transylvania is long gone. Do they really think a bat has Herbert Vani's strength?

Dementor?

It's really unfortunate that Harry just recently figured out a way to kill them all. What if he suddenly decides to do a kite experiment on Azkaban? Believe me, he could probably kill all the ghosts in the North Sea in no time!

Come on, let's ask who else is in the running?

So in reality, the most dangerous person on Voldemort's side was just Voldemort himself.

However, Voldemort's danger does not lie in his direct confrontation with Harry... because in a full-scale battle, Voldemort is now guaranteed to lose!

The truly dangerous part of Harry's war with Voldemort was actually the final battle in the Limbo.

That was their final end. None of their relatives and friends could interfere; they could only fight to the death using the power controlled by their souls!

Therefore, Harry's top priority now is no longer to engage in verbal sparring with the Ministry of Magic or to win over any other forces.

These matters are important, but they can all be delegated to others; he only needs to step in occasionally at crucial moments.

What he should really do is hone all the powers that can be used in his soul state.

Silent Wandless Magic, the outward projection of his entire magical power, elemental magic, and the Obscurus —these are the fundamentals of his fight against Voldemort!

In addition, there is the debt of life owed to the ghost, which is also a key factor that can tip the scales of victory or defeat.

Voldemort had Salazar Slytherin's help, and Harry had Rowena, so they were barely evenly matched... but that wasn't enough!

He needs to forge relationships with more powerful spirits in order to gain more assistance.

For example, Andros... Before Harry officially engages in a final battle with Voldemort, he will definitely first try to fulfill Voldemort's long-cherished wish and gain another powerful ally, almost equivalent to the Four Founders!

"Why did you take so long? I've had the fire burning for ages!" Sirius complained, pointing at the blazing fire, when the group finally returned to the tent.

"I ran into someone I knew on the way," Harry explained with a smile. "Godfather, look who I brought back!"

"Ha, isn't this Corvus? You're here to watch the game too?"

"Sirius, it's been a long time."

Reminded by Harry, Sirius was pleasantly surprised to see his long-lost France friend, and Corvus greeted him with a smile as well.

The two men gave each other a familiar hug, and Sirius then began to introduce Harry's side of the family to Corvus. Of course, he had already met most of them before, and the only ones who needed to be introduced were the Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

When asked about the purpose of his visit, Corvus was quite concise.

"I'm here to help Harry fight Voldemort."

"Haha, that's another comrade who's to our liking!" Sirius couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing Corvus's words.

The Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who had remained silent, couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Clearly, they had been very worried about their two children, but now that Harry had so many people helping him, they were finally less anxious than before.

After a while, the water on the stove was fully boiled, and everyone started chatting and preparing breakfast. Corvus naturally joined in and ate a meal as well.

The camp was becoming increasingly lively, with many people passing by their tents. Occasionally, wizards would pause to greet Harry upon seeing him.

Officials from the Ministry of Magic were also running back and forth on the road, but compared to ordinary wizards, they almost never approached Harry and his companions' tents.

After all, everyone in the Ministry of Magic now knows that the people living in those tents are Cornelius Fudge's biggest political enemies...

Tsk tsk... Dumbledore probably didn't get that kind of treatment—never to speak with them again.

"Hey! Black, and this must be Granger, right? We've finally found you!"

However, there are always exceptions. Just as Harry and the others finished breakfast and began to clear the table, a man strode over from a short distance away.

He was a large, middle-aged man. He must have been very strong in the past, but now he was clearly overweight. His Wimbourne Wasps Quidditch jersey clung tightly to his large belly, making one worry that it might suddenly rip open at any moment.

His face, with its flat nose, radiated obvious enthusiasm, and he walked with a bouncy gait as if his feet were springy; he was clearly in a state of extreme excitement.

"Harry, it's Ludo Bagman," Sirius whispered a reminder from the side.

"I know...and Mr. Crouch is here too."

Harry nodded slightly, but his attention wasn't entirely drawn to Ludo Bagman, whom he was meeting for the first time, because there was another person following behind him.

He was a man in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements. His clothes and shoes were spotless, making him look like a successful gentleman among ordinary people, a stark contrast to the casually dressed Ludo Bagman.