Voldemort's spell only protected the house.

There is none in the yard.

The earth arched high, and the magic and Transfiguration spells together formed a huge clay statue, which raised its fist and smashed hard at the roof - bricks and tiles flew everywhere.

"Potter, what are you doing?" The people in the room cried out in horror.

Harry didn't answer him and took a few steps back.

His idea is simple.

Since there is no way to resolve this curse, let's just resolve the carrier of this curse - this house. If the carrier is destroyed, perhaps the curse will disappear as well.

Even if the curse cannot be solved...

A broad field of vision also allows you to observe better.

The clay statue grabbed the eaves and exerted great force to blow the roof off.

Its fingertips inevitably came into contact with the darkness in the room, and the part that sank in seemed to be cut off, with a smooth cut, and even the magic power on the entire arm was dissipated.

The roof with mud on it was like two hands, drawing a beautiful arc and hitting the ground hard, with mud flowing down.

Harry waved his wand and reattached the clay statue's hands.

He then turned several pieces of gravel into a round iron ball the size of a head, which flew rapidly towards the wall.

The gap in the house gradually became larger.

The darkness in the room gradually became thinner as it came into contact with more sunlight.

The method of dismantling a house is indeed useful. I should learn from Simodo.

Harry summoned a second statue.

"Thunder Explosion!" The man in the room shot a spell, which hit the clay statue and blew off one of its legs, but it was in vain. In the blink of an eye, the mud came up and covered it up before it fell.

"Hidden in the house, afraid to see people?" Harry mocked him calmly, "Like your master, hiding in the gutter, afraid to see people?"

The third clay statue jumped out.

Six hands worked together to tear off one huge, thick wooden board after another.

The darkness in the room gradually dissipated.

"Thunder explosion!"

The man in the room continued to chant spells at the three clay statues, again and again, tirelessly, as if the three clay statues were mocking him and he had to attack them first.

The Transfiguration Charm doesn't have such a powerful effect.

Harry frowned and continued to maintain the Transfiguration spell.

Something is wrong.

This is very wrong.

Even though the Death Eaters were just a bunch of losers in his eyes, he had to admit that not every dark wizard could become a Death Eater. At least one of the two must be smart or capable.

The man in the room was able to capture Sirius, Lupin, and even an illegal Animagus that no one had ever known about, which was enough to prove that he probably had the brains and the ability.

Would such a person only attack the deformed creation and not the wizard who cast the spell?

Fight a war of attrition?

But even if we continue to consume it like this, it will only delay it for half an hour at most...

The word "procrastination" suddenly popped up in my mind.

He recalled what the Death Eater had said at the beginning: "Why are you here? Instead of staying in the safety of your cradle at Hogwarts?"

It's procrastination.

He was just stalling for time.

Waiting for other Death Eaters, or waiting for Voldemort?

He doesn't have the confidence to hunt himself as a "prey" alone, so he is waiting for the message to be spread out and gather more "hunters" to hunt him?

Harry raised his hand.

Quinn's Seal!

A golden shield covers the entire body.

Another wave of the wand, armor protects you!

The clay statue moved its heavy body to a place that had not yet been demolished.

"Thunder explosion!"

It was still the same spell that hit the clay statue's hand and exploded it.

Harry chanted the spell at the same time.

"Flying sand and rocks!"

There was another explosion half a beat late, with dust and sand flying everywhere, and the dark yellow mist blocked the view in front of the door. Harry drew out his snake-bone sword, jumped in at a speed, stepped on the door frame, and walked into the house without hesitation.

My vision suddenly went black.

Only a faint ray of light could be seen coming in from the gap in the ceiling.

No wonder Sirius and Lupin both suffered so easily.

"Lock the shadow and shape!"

Harry immediately waved his wand and chanted a spell to seal off the space.

The breathing of the other person in the room suddenly stopped. The next second, his breathing returned and his heartbeat became rapid.

It can't be seen, but that doesn't stop Harry from finding the target.

"Potter, you actually walked into a trap!" Although his body's reaction was very honest, the words he spoke had an unusually happy tone, "I have been looking forward to you coming in."

"Under the master's spell, what right do you have to ..."

Harry interrupted him and rushed towards the breathing sound with the sword in hand: "You should know that I know what you want to do. Stop pretending."

Cut it off with one sword.

But he missed and there was a sound of metal colliding. It seemed that he used a Transfiguration Charm or a spell to resist the attack.

Thunder explosion!

This time it was Harry's turn to cast the spell.

I couldn't see clearly what was in front of me, but it didn't matter. There was nothing that couldn't be solved by an explosive spell.

During the explosion, the man's breathing became heavier.

He moved on tiptoe.

Harry swung his sword again, slashing with precision.

"Armor to protect yourself!" He reacted quickly and chanted a spell. The sword failed to hit the target, but the huge force could not be eliminated, and it knocked him back.

Estimate distance based on your breathing.

Harry raised his wand and chanted the spell.

"Everyone is petrified!"

The yellow spell shot out, only to be blocked by another armor spell.

Harry pursued.

"You can see?" the man said in a horrified voice, "You can still see under the master's spell?"

Harry danced with his sword, his tone cold: "When has Tom's spell ever worked on me?"

The complete darkness had a great effect on Harry.

Give that person a chance to dodge.

But even so, every move was still aimed at the fatal point.

The man's breathing became more rapid and panicked: "Harry, do you still want to save Black?"

Harry ignored him and continued to fight.

"They are in the cellar now," the man shouted. "Go and save them now if you don't want them to die."

He waved his wand.

A scorching heat suddenly rose from the ground, covering the room like a furnace. Harry couldn't see what he did, but this eerie, evil feeling...

It’s Lihuo!

Harry frowned and looked up at the light on the ceiling.

Suddenly, the darkness dissipated.

The man lifted Voldemort's spell, and the whole room was exposed naked to the sun.

Fierce fire started in every corner of the house, covering the whole house and surging violently.

The man who had been causing him trouble was an extraordinarily handsome man with many wrinkles on his face. He was at least sixty years old, with short dark gray hair fixed back with at least a pound of hairspray, and he was wearing a plaid suit.

Some of the damage was caused by Harry's dodging just now.

He was holding an empty bottle in his hand, and there was a trace of lavender potion residue at the corner of his mouth. It was an antidote for the basilisk's venom.

He looked at Harry deeply and dropped the potion bottle in his hand. "Then, Mr. Potter, go and save Mr. Black. We may meet again if we are lucky..."

He was polite and was about to say goodbye.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye to you." Harry raised his hand to hold him back.

Axel!

The seal was cast, and a hazy light hit him, making him dazed for a moment.

Just this moment is enough.

Harry waved his wand, and with a few whooshes, the wooden furniture in the room softened, binding him like ropes.

He woke up in an instant and struggled to chant a spell to escape.

Harry moved forward, but Alder blew him down and stepped on him, snapping his wand in two.

"Don't..." He was terrified, obviously not ready to die together.

Harry, expressionless, poured a bottle of water of life and death into his mouth, making sure he fell asleep.

Having lost control of the source of magic power, Lihuo became restless and could no longer be controlled.

Harry left him and rushed to the cellar without stopping.

The fierce fire was even more ferocious than the first layer, rushing around like a fire dragon.

Lupin was lying on the ground, a corner of his robe had been stained by the fierce flames.

Rita was soaked in a water tank. She was still alive, but her breath was barely there and she was dying.

Sirius had his hands tied and was hung high up, unconscious.

Harry took his time and raised his wand.

"All curses come to an end!"

The magic power in his body surged out, suppressing the fierce fire like a wave, pressing them together, and after a second or two, it finally "puffed" and was completely destroyed.

This is a very useful spell.

But Harry couldn't do it as easily as Dumbledore. He needed a certain amount of time to prepare himself, and in a battle, these one or two seconds were fatal.

The three people in the cellar haven't woken up yet.

Harry walked over and checked them one by one, and put Sirius down. Except for Rita who looked a little disheveled and was tortured the most severely, Sirius and Lupin did not have many signs of torture on their bodies.

The coma of several people was not the effect of black magic, but because they were fed the water of life and death.

He took out the antidote and gave it to several people.

Sirius woke up the fastest, and before he even had time to open his eyes, he said, "You bastards, even if you kill me..."

Harry interrupted him expressionlessly, "Godfather, it's me."

"And, Uncle Remus, stop looking for your wand. It's not with you. It's there."

He waved his wand, and a box that was almost burned to charcoal by the fierce fire flew over from the corner. He then tapped it lightly with his wand, and three wands flew out and fell back into the hands of their owners.

"Harry, why are you here?" Lupin slowly sat up, holding his wand, looking alert.

"Don't doubt whether it's Polyjuice Potion. No one can get my body materials." Harry said, revealing his inner thoughts. "Don't worry."

Rita struggled to climb out of the water tank: "Mr. Potter, you finally came to save me!"

"I am about to be tortured to death by them."

"But you haven't." Harry took out a bottle of potion from the Sorting Hat and threw it at her. "It seems that you haven't told anyone about what happened to Senior Tom."

Rita gulped down the potion, "Luckily I know a little bit of Occlumency. Damn it, I almost told everyone about it. Fortunately, Mr. Black came to find me."

"That group of people only cared about Mr. Black and didn't care about me."

Sirius obediently stretched out his hand and let Harry apply distilled water on his wrist. When he heard Rita's words, he became excited: "Harry! You have to be careful!"

"They have a conspiracy!"

Harry hit his wound with a finger whip: "Godfather, I remember I said a long time ago that they have a conspiracy against me."

"You shouldn't have come, they definitely..." Sirius grimaced in pain, but his tone was firm.

"Don't worry, we've sealed off this place. They won't be able to get here in a while." Harry comforted him. "Give you the medicine, and then we'll go back."

"And the person who caught me was..." Sirius continued.

Harry interrupted again. "It's Corban Yaxley. I know him. I caught him. He's up there."

Sirius was a little surprised.

"Professor Snape showed me his picture." Harry said calmly, although Lupin and Sirius looked a little unnatural when Snape was mentioned.

"Mr. Potter, I have..." The potion warmed up Rita and restored some of her energy, so she spoke quickly.

Harry shook his head before he finished speaking: "Let's talk about it when we get back. It's not safe to stay here."

Harry carried the trophy - Mr. Corban Yaxley - in one hand, and supported Sirius with the other hand. Lupin let Rita turn into an Animagus and lie on his shoulders. They hurried back to the Potter mansion.

Rita landed on the ground and turned back into human form: "Mr. Potter! The matter you asked me to investigate has a result!"

Harry waved his hand, "Ms. Skeeter, we'll talk about that later. I need to talk to my godfather first."

Rita shut up obediently, sat aside, rubbed her eyes and realized what she was missing, waved her magic wand and conjured up a pair of glasses for herself.

Lupin sat with Harry, his face stern.

"Godfather, do you remember what I told you?" Harry said gently.

Sirius lowered his head.

"I should have told you more than once, be careful and don't be reckless." Harry continued patiently, "I don't ask you to consider everything, but at least use your brain."

He raised his hand and tapped his temple: "This thing is grown for use, not to show off to others. How handsome you are."

Sirius looked up and defended: "I just think that one person is sure..."

"What makes you so sure?" Harry asked back.

He was blunt: "Intuition? An impulse? Or is there really a reason?"

Sirius opened his mouth, trying to defend himself.

"Godfather, my dear godfather, my dear father." Harry emphasized, "My father is dead, he will not be resurrected, you are my only father."

"If anything happens to you."

"I really don't have a father anymore."

Sirius hung his head in shame.

"Nothing else matters. I just hope nothing happens to you again." Harry sighed and said earnestly, turning his head to look at Lupin, "And Uncle Remus, the same goes for you."

"Don't stay with Sirius for too long, your brain will be infected by him. At least wait until I come over."

Lupin muttered, "I'm smarter than him, but I'm a little too worried about Sirius."

"You should be thankful that they kept you here for some purpose." Harry waved his wand, and four glasses of water flew out of the kitchen and landed in their hands.

Sirius raised his head, his face serious: "By the way, Harry, you reminded me!"

"I heard them mention it before I passed out."

"That's what Coban Yaxley said. He said he didn't expect Harry's godfather would actually come to him on his own initiative. With me in their hands, their master won't have to worry about not getting that thing."

Got that thing?

Harry frowned. "That thing? What is that?"

Sirius shook his head, "I don't know, that was the only time they mentioned it again."

"They might want to exchange something from me."

Harry praised in a cold tone, "Godfather, you have finally grown up. I can see that he wants to exchange you and me for something."

Sirius gritted his teeth.

The point is not to see the purpose.

The point is, what does he want in exchange?