LRAB Chapter 204 Harry's Bloodbath Against Potter's Ancestor
Chapter 204 Harry's Bloodbath Against Potter's Ancestor
Chapter 205 (4.6k long chapter) Harry's Bloodbath Against Potter's Ancestor
Now, Rodolphus kept claiming that Voldemort had already ascended to immortality. Upon hearing this, Harry's blue eyes widened like saucers, and he shouted:
"Stop spouting such nonsense! Even if a true god were to descend to earth, my fist would still recognize him!"
"Tell me the truth, you scoundrel, how did Voldemort manage to abduct that woman Bellatrix!"
"The Lord has erased my memory; I am not worthy to see such a miracle..."
Rodolphus, his eyes glazed over, gazed at the roof beams and murmured, "Although I've forgotten the details of the miracle, I remember the feeling..."
"...I want to kneel down and worship him."
The fellow spoke so vividly, but Harry refused to believe him. He simply snorted coldly, then spread his five fingers and pressed them against Rodolphus's face.
"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"
In an instant, Rodolphus's eyes lost their luster, as if they were empty.
Harry searched his soul for a long time, and many memories came flooding back, especially the cruel scene of Rodolphus and Bellatrix torturing Neville's parents.
Just as they were about to find the key to Bella's escape, everything suddenly turned into a chaotic void, leaving no trace.
Harry withdrew his methods, thinking to himself: What this guy said seems to be true. Voldemort must have mastered some evil magic to have tricked this fool into believing him to be a true god.
As he pondered, Rodolphus's eyes cleared, and he exclaimed in surprise, "You can cast spells without a staff?"
He quickly regained his composure, saying, "These are just some petty tricks that the Lord wouldn't even consider a second thought. You still won't be able to handle him—"
"Shut your mother's mouth! Go to the underworld and be punished to atone for the sins of my brother Nawei's parents!"
No sooner said than done, Harry raised his poisonous hand high, and with the force of a thunderbolt, slammed it down on Rodolphus's skull.
Before the Death Eater could utter a single word, a hissing sound rang out, and his entire body, flesh and bones, instantly turned into a puddle of pus.
Not to mention bone fragments, not even a single hair remained.
Stepping out of the cell, he saw Mundungus pacing leisurely in the corner. Upon seeing Harry, he rushed forward, bowed, and said with a fawning smile:
"Mr. Potter, are you done? Where do we go next?"
Harry didn't answer, but clenched his fist tightly, suddenly raised it above his head, and shouted as he cast a spell without a wand:
"May your soul return!"
As soon as the incantation left his lips, Mundungus began to tremble. His jaw chattered, white breath filled his mouth and nose, and a layer of frost had already formed on his eyebrows and temples.
Although no one could be seen around, the eerie and bone-chilling cold permeated the air. How could Mundungus not know that the Dementors had arrived?
He was so frightened that he immediately bent over, hunched over, and gripped Harry's trouser leg tightly with both hands.
Just as he was trembling with fear, he heard Harry say in a cold voice:
"Execute all those who eat death."
As soon as he finished speaking, the biting cold gradually subsided, but suddenly a series of mournful howls came from downstairs. It was truly the wailing of ghosts and gods, terrifying everyone.
Mundungus felt as if his legs were bound by a thousand-pound boulder, trembling with fear, clinging tightly to Harry's clothes as he followed.
As they traveled, they saw the Dementors darting about like owls swooping down on their prey, tormenting the Death Eaters and sucking their souls. Wherever they passed, mournful cries echoed, and a chilling wind howled.
Having just descended a few steps, they suddenly heard a series of heavy footsteps below, followed by an old man's alarmed cry:
"Mr. Potter! What are you doing here?!"
"The Dementors are out of control!"
Mundungus looked closely, feeling slightly relieved, and said, "Merlin's Beard, old Ike, this is not a place for you."
The old warden looked up and saw Harry covered in crimson, as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood. He then looked around and saw that the Dementors seemed to ignore him, leaving him terrified, his face ashen and his body trembling like a leaf.
"You...you can control Dementors?"
Seeing that the old warden was ashen-faced and trembling uncontrollably, Harry wiped the blood from his face and chuckled reassuringly:
"Don't be alarmed, Warden. You are an honest and kind man; how could I possibly harm you?"
"I see there are far too many Death Eaters in this Azkaban class, and you're working very hard to keep an eye on them. Today I'll take care of some for you, saving you a lot of trouble in the future."
Hearing this comforting remark, Mundungust's eyelids twitched uncontrollably; he thought it would have been better if he hadn't said it at all.
The old warden was terrified and took two steps back, forcing a smile as he replied:
"Thank you so much for your kindness."
"I deliver meals to them every day, it's really tiring..."
Harry suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked around a few times, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered:
"Warden, come closer! I have something crucial to say; this matter concerns your life or death!"
Upon hearing this, the old warden's face turned pale and then flushed. After hesitating for a long time, he finally moved forward a few steps with trepidation and stood still half a zhang away from Harry.
"What is it you want to talk about?"
Immediately afterward, Harry's deadly hand moved like lightning, cutting through the air and striking the old warden's throat.
"Where did this evil creature come from, daring to play tricks on your Grandpa Harry! Show yourself!"
Seeing this turn of events, Mundungus thought Harry had lost his mind, and he was so frightened that he felt a heat in his crotch and ran away as fast as he could.
The old warden's body instantly decomposed, and a plume of black smoke rose up, condensing into a human shape in mid-air.
Upon closer inspection, he turned out to be a handsome man with striking features. He had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a nose that resembled a hanging gall bladder, bearing a slight resemblance to Harry.
The ghost exclaimed in surprise, "I thought I could hold out for at least a week before being exposed."
"Harry, you're much smarter than I thought."
"Can you tell me how I was exposed?"
Harry paced back and forth, his gaze piercing the ghost, and sneered, "Do you think I'm ignorant of construction techniques, or the principles of food and fodder consumption?"
"This fortress covers an area of eighty or ninety acres, with sixteen dilapidated buildings. The houses were demolished and converted into prisons, which can hold at least a thousand people."
"On my way here, I've seen five or six sections of the prison crammed together, that's five or six hundred people, needing at least eight or nine hundred catties of rations every day!"
"Someone like you, half-buried in the ground, even with a magic wand, how could you possibly deliver so much food all by yourself?"
These words were indeed reasonable and well-founded, and the ghost couldn't help but applaud them after hearing them.
"Excellent. In terms of sharpness, you're in the top five among the wizards I know."
Harry ignored his flattery and instead barked, "Who are you? What's your background? What are you doing here?"
The ghost smiled, a hint of kindness appearing on its face. "I am your ancestor."
Upon hearing this, Harry flew into a rage and shouted, "Today I'll teach you, you bastard, who's the real ancestor between us!"
He immediately channeled his inner energy, clenching his fist until it turned black. Suddenly, he threw a punch, and instantly the poisonous mist surged and black energy filled the air, rushing straight towards the ghost-faced man.
The ghostly creature seemed to have a physical form. Seeing the severity of the snake venom, it dared not confront it head-on. Its body swayed backward like willow catkins in the wind.
Without hesitation, Harry leaped down through the hole in the wall that had been pierced by the poisonous palm. He unleashed a series of poisonous punches in mid-air, creating waves of poison that surged from all directions.
Seeing that the poisonous fog had surrounded them and they had no room to maneuver, the ghost suddenly pulled out a magic wand and summoned a magical barrier. With a hissing sound, it blocked all the poisonous fog in the sky.
Seeing Harry plummeting from the sky, the devil pointed his wand again, cast a cushioning spell, and sighed:
"Calm down, Harry, can't you let me finish what I have to say?"
Seeing that he seemed to have no ill intentions, Harry withdrew his poisonous fist as he landed and said, "Speak."
The ghost floated down to the ground, bowed, and said, "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Extis Porter."
Listen, dear reader: Extis was a notorious wizard in the 15th century, who was obsessed with black magic and had a heart harder than iron.
He then infiltrated the island of Azkaban in the North Sea to capture Muggles for testing. He built high walls and fortified cities, and used a deceptive trick to cover the sky and the sun, so that no one knew what was going on.
Once the man's soul had been scattered and the illusion had lost its effect, the Ministry of Magic was shocked to discover that such a large ancient castle was hidden on the island.
When they went inside, they saw that the Dementors were like locusts, covering the sky and the valley was full of Muggle skeletons, their flesh and skin completely gone.
Harry already knew the name "Extis" and was taken aback. Hearing this fellow claim to be named Potter, he simply refused to believe it.
He sneered, "You bastard! You say your surname is Potter, and I'll believe you? I would never have given birth to a wicked bastard like you!"
Extis, despite being insulted, was not angry, but simply smiled and said:
"You should know that Dementors don't have eyes; they sense everything through their sense of smell."
"So, do you understand why you're able to control Dementors?"
Before Harry could answer, Extis continued, "Because they are the servants I created, and you have the same blood as me."
"To them, you are the little master."
Harry remained unmoved. "There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, people in the martial arts world who know that I can command Dementors."
A hint of impatience flashed across Extis's kind eyes, but he immediately put on a smile and continued the conversation.
"Okay, let's get straight to the point—do you still have Death's invisibility cloak?"
"Is the notebook I left in the family that deciphered the invisibility cloak still there?"
If the Invisibility Cloak were mentioned alone, Harry would still have some doubts. But this guy could even clearly describe the notebook that specifically deciphered the incantations for the Invisibility Cloak, so even if he was extremely unwilling to believe it, he believed it completely.
He blurted out, "You son of a bitch! My ancestors actually included a freak like you who practices dark magic!"
Having said that, he began to ponder in his mind, for this old monster was a figure from the 15th century, four hundred years ago, well beyond the fifth degree of kinship.
Thinking this through, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself with relief: This really scared me to death! If I, the leader of the Boxers, were to be expelled by my own gang, wouldn't I become a laughingstock among all the heroes of the world?
Extis didn't mind being called a "demon" at all. Instead, he lightly waved his wand, and a stone table and two stone stools rose up from the bluestone ground with a whoosh. He then invited them:
"Strictly speaking, I am not your ancestor, since you are a descendant of my younger brother."
Knowing the background, Harry temporarily put aside his harmful deeds, lifted his robe and sat down, firing off a barrage of questions.
"Why did our ancestor create this soul-devouring monster? And what supernatural power did he use to evade the summons of Yama? Was that invisibility cloak truly a gift from the God of Death?"
"Don't be in such a hurry, Harry." As the Death Eaters wailed incessantly in the castle, Extis calmly poured a cup of emerald green tea and pushed it in front of Harry. "Have a drink first."
Harry didn't even look at it, but pushed the teacup to the side of the stone table. "My ancestor, please forgive me, but I am burning with anxiety right now and can't taste the tea at all."
Seeing this, Extis shook his head and chuckled, "Alright, let me think, where should I begin... Ah, it all started with my great-grandmother, Iolanti Peverell."
Ladies and gentlemen, please listen carefully: This Ioranti is the granddaughter of Ignotus, who obtained the invisibility cloak from the Grim Reaper, and later married Hadwin Potter.
The Potters lived a peaceful life until their great-grandson, Extis, was born in their twilight years. From a young age, this boy was obsessed with the obscure runes on their ancestral invisibility cloak, spending his days engrossed in studying them. The old couple simply thought he was a studious child.
Unexpectedly, Extis went mad, secretly experimenting with magical runes on living people, and was eventually expelled from the Potter family, leaving only a notebook in his old house. Now, this Dementor is the culprit of his failed attempt to decipher the Invisibility Cloak.
Why do you wonder why this Dementor can only be driven away and not destroyed? It turns out that it has only grasped a little bit of the Invisibility Cloak. Although it can deceive the eyes and ears of Death, it completely destroys the soul, turning the creature into a mindless, unknowing, and undead walking corpse.
"...The Ministry of Magic's willingness to use Azkaban as a prison is a pleasant surprise for me. It's been a long time since I've obtained so many experimental subjects at once."
Extis suddenly lifted the sleeves of his black robe, revealing several demonic runes on his arm.
"I used the runes on the invisibility cloak to transform myself into this state that exists between body and soul."
"Although I cannot live forever, I can live for a few hundred more years."
Upon hearing this, Harry secretly regretted his decision: "I should have invited my brother Salazar along! If he had discussed things with this old monster, he would surely have been able to unravel many mysteries."
Thinking this to himself, he clasped his hands in a respectful bow and asked, "Grand Ancestor Rong Bing, was that invisibility cloak truly made by the Grim Reaper?"
“Of course! My dear Harry, that’s absolutely true.” Extis smiled broadly. “It’s a gift from God, or from someone of higher order.”
"The knowledge and wisdom contained within it far surpasses our comprehension!"
"Decipher it, and humanity will gain eternity!"
He was speaking animatedly when Harry abruptly interrupted, "A few months ago, someone called Voldemort sneaked into Azkaban, claiming to be the true god. Did you, sir, encounter him?"
"I saw him. He took a woman with him."
Harry leaned forward and asked, "In your discerning eye, ancestor, has this fiend truly attained divinity?"
After a long pause, Extis pondered for a moment before saying, "It's still a little short."
Upon hearing this, Harry was startled and thought to himself: Damn it! If he said he lacked some skill, does that mean he has already grasped some of the essence? No wonder Rodolphus has completely forgotten what happened before and still has the heart to kneel in worship!
As he was pondering this, Extis reassured him, "Don't be afraid, Harry, I won't let him kill you. I'm your elder."
"Just bring the invisibility cloak over so I can study the runes on it more carefully..."
Before he could finish speaking, Harry shook his head and said, "Grandpa is probably misjudging my intentions."
"You surely know why I was imprisoned in Azkaban. When I took human form, the invisibility cloak had already become fused with my flesh and skin, and could never be separated again."
"Then go die."
Extis's smile vanished abruptly, and he swiftly drew his wand, casting a spell.
A streak of crimson lightning shot from the tip of the staff, like a viper's tongue, aimed straight for Harry's heart.
Harry knew the old monster was ruthless and had been on high alert. Just now, he saw the old monster reach into his sleeve and immediately somersaulted away.
A deafening roar followed as a crimson bolt of lightning grazed past his clothes, blasting the ancient castle behind him into a shower of bricks and stones. The sixteen-story pavilion crumbled instantly, leaving only ruins and broken walls visible amidst the smoke and dust that obscured the moon.
The Dementors fled in panic like dark clouds obscuring the moon, while the Death Eaters who had miraculously survived struggled among the ruins. Those with broken legs crawled and howled among the rubble.
Immediately afterwards, the dozen or so names on Harry's skin vanished into thin air.
Harry, seeing the old monster's every move possessing the power to shatter mountains and destroy cities, felt a chill run down his spine and immediately cursed:
"You old pig! Don't blame me for betraying my master and ancestors!"
Having said that, he saw a Death Eater with broken legs wriggling among the rocks.
Harry reached out and grabbed, and with a "crack" sound, a bloody spine burst from the Death Eater's back and flew into his palm.
He immediately bit his middle finger, using his blood as ink to draw a dragon-like stroke on the white bone. In an instant, the talisman was completed, and the stark white bone became as hard as refined steel, transforming into a three-foot-long spine sword.
Extis saw it clearly, and after a long pause, exclaimed in surprise:
"You dare call me a dark wizard?"
"I don't think you're any better."
The legend goes: A demon lurked for four hundred winters, only to stumble upon a true devil. Old Potter forged a Dementor, but its true nature was ultimately revealed; young Harry forged a sword from his own spine, finally exposing the true face of the demon. Truly, there's always someone stronger, and the wicked will always be punished by another. Who will emerge victorious in this battle between grandfather and grandson? We'll find out in the next installment.
(End of this chapter)