svetikya Chapter 180 Humiliation Under the Crotch, Catching a Blade with One Hand
Chapter 180 Humiliation Under the Crotch, Catching a Blade with One Hand
Chapter 181 (6.2k long chapter) Humiliation Under the Crotch, Catching a Blade with One Hand
Picking up where we left off, Legnac was holding the blade of his ring-shaped sword, surrounded by his cult's fairies who fawned over him. Suddenly, he felt a hand press down on his head—it was Scarface, who had used an illusion!
The fairies who had been clapping and cheering earlier were now shrinking back and hiding their heads, wishing they had two more legs.
That Legnac's heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost leaping out of his throat.
Fortunately, this old witch had lived for hundreds of years and was truly weathered by life. She still managed to maintain a calm demeanor and not reveal the slightest flaw.
Harry was instantly enraged by his nonchalant demeanor.
But when he turned his neck, his joints cracked and popped, sending a chill through the room.
The hand pressing on Legnac's head gradually increased its pressure, making it hard for him to breathe.
"I've known you for three or four years, and I've never wronged you. But you, you cunning scoundrel, are always cunning and deceitful, never once being honest!"
"I asked you to forge a monk's knife before, but you harbored treacherous intentions, separating the hilt and blade into two parts. Clearly, you left a backdoor, intending to use a sleight of hand to steal it later!"
"Do you really think I'm some kind of clay statue in a temple, easily fooled?"
Seeing that he remained silent, Harry sneered, "So, you're saying you're determined to fight me, you little scoundrel!"
"You dare to go against me, Harry? You think you have the guts?"
Each word was like a steel needle piercing his heart, causing Legnack's soul to leave his body.
But I saw that his back was covered with cold sweat, like white frost covering green stone. His heart was pounding like a drum, and he could only think of a way to escape.
The old witch steadied herself, slowly took out a cigar from her bosom, and put it in her mouth.
He snapped his fingers together, and a tiny flame, about the size of a bean, shot up from his fingertips.
Just as he was about to light it, Harry blew a breath from afar, and the flame went out with a "poof".
Legnac paused for a moment, then flicked his fingers to start a fire again.
Harry wouldn't allow him to put on airs and continued to puff out his cheeks and blow air.
This went on for three times, but the flame never got any closer to the cigar, only illuminating Legnack's pale face with flickering light, making him look quite disheveled.
Such repeated humiliations would make even the pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha lose his temper, let alone Legnack, who had a long-standing grudge against Harry.
The old demon felt a nameless rage rising in his chest, but he dared not unleash it.
He stared intently at Harry with his round eyes, which were as big as copper bells.
Seeing his pathetic state, Harry drew his ring knife from his waist with a "whoosh" and slammed it into the old man's chest, causing him to stagger.
"You scoundrel, haven't you been longing for my monk's knife day and night? Today I'll bestow it upon you!"
Strange! That Legnac, who had longed for this ring knife all day long, now felt like he had taken on a hot potato when he finally got his hands on it.
His throat bobbed, his face darkened, and he clenched his teeth so tightly that not a single word could be forced out.
Seeing that he was still in a meditative state, Harry suddenly glared at him and roared, "Hold on tight!"
The roar shook the swords, spears, and halberds on the rack, causing them to vibrate and dust to fall from the beams.
The surrounding monsters all turned ashen-faced and trembled with fear.
Only Ragnac remained standing motionless, like a dead tree.
Black, watching Harry from behind, saw everything clearly and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.
Who did Harry inherit his personality from?
How come he looks more like a dark wizard than a Death Eater?
Fortunately, he went to Gryffindor; if he had gone to Slytherin, he would definitely be living in Azkaban by now.
As Black muttered to himself, Harry, seeing Legnark's state, sneered and asked a question.
"What? Now you're afraid to take this knife?"
"Very well, I'll grant you another chance!"
Having said that, he forcefully shoved the hilt of the knife into Legnac's hand, then stretched his neck and pressed the invisible blade against his own throat.
"Didn't you always hate me to the core?"
"Come! Today your wish will be granted!"
That Legnac stared blankly at the hilt of the knife in his hand, his jaw agape, unable to close for a long time.
Seeing this, Blake clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and shouted sharply:
"That's right! You old bastard! Come and kill Harry if you dare!"
"I'd like to see what happens when you kill the famous wizard savior!"
Harry's pair of blue eyes, sharp as hooks, stared directly at Legnark's face as he said coldly:
"Just move your arm, and my head will be yours."
"Listen carefully, you filthy scoundrel! I'll only count to three!"
"one!"
Legnak stared at the veins bulging on Harry's neck, his eyes flashing with malice. His hand gripped the knife hilt, his knuckles cracking, as if he wanted nothing more than to strike immediately.
I only need to move my arm, and the famous Harry Potter will die right here.
As for Sirius Black, there was absolutely no way he could have survived being surrounded by more than a dozen goblins.
I can let them both die quietly here, without anyone knowing!
"two!"
Legnac's chest swelled up like a bellows as he panted heavily, his murderous intent growing increasingly uncontrollable.
Just as he was about to pull his arm away, he suddenly caught sight of Harry's calm, unwavering eyes.
His pupils contracted instantly, and he even paused for a moment.
No! This is a trap!
"three!"
Before the sound even faded, Harry had already snatched the ring knife from Legnark's hand and tossed it into Black's arms.
He didn't stop there, but instead spread his five fingers and slapped the demon's scalp three or five times, making Legnac see stars.
"You worthless scoundrel! You've got a chance with me, but you're completely useless!"
"Listen carefully: if you can't grasp this fortune yourself, don't blame me!"
Meanwhile, Blake reached out and caught the flying ring knife, but with a soft "swoosh," his palm was already cut by the blade.
Looking down, I felt a sharp pain in my palm, and blood gushed out from between my fingers, dripping onto the ground.
Black and Legnack were both stunned, their four eyes fixed on the bleeding hand, speechless for a long time.
A moment later, Blake suddenly felt a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He and Legnak cried out in unison:
"You didn't use illusion magic?!"
It should be noted that it was summer, but Blake felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his limbs and bones were chilled to the bone, and even Dog Egg had shrunk into a ball.
When I looked at Harry again, I saw a chilling aura about him, which made me feel terrified.
Hold a knife to your own neck and let your enemy cut it?
Even Voldemort wouldn't dare to do that, would he?
Fortunately, Harry was on the opposite side of Voldemort, otherwise it would have been of no benefit to the wizarding world at all...
When Legnack saw Harry's sinister expression, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.
That madman!
A complete madman!
They don't even care about their own lives!
All that arrogance vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold sweat that trickled down his spine.
He couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud, saying in a hoarse voice:
"What do you want?"
Harry snorted and stomped his left leg on the table, making the cups and saucers jump around.
"Let me teach you a lesson: if you want to live today, crawl between my legs!"
Dear readers, please know: This Legnak is the direct descendant of the Fairy Kingdom, the only heir for three generations. How could he suffer such a great humiliation?
The surrounding fairies immediately erupted in chaos, shouting:
"Mr. Legnac! You are of royal blood, this is absolutely unacceptable!"
"I am willing to suffer humiliation in place of His Majesty the King!"
Upon hearing the terms "King" and "Your Majesty," Legnac's eyelids twitched rapidly, and he shouted:
"Shut up, all of you!"
"This is between Mr. Potter and me; it's none of your business!"
After saying that, Legnack licked his dry, cracked lips, his sinister eyes fixed on Harry's crotch.
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and actually bent down and crawled under his crotch!
Upon seeing this scene, the surrounding demons seemed to have had their tendons and bones removed, collapsing to the ground as if their souls had been scattered.
Legnac scrambled to his feet, his face ashen, and asked through gritted teeth:
"Are you satisfied now, Mr. Potter?"
Upon hearing this, Harry burst into three loud laughs. "Good dog! Good dog! Since you're so sensible, how could I bear to take your life?"
Having said that, he didn't turn back and strode away with Blake.
As the two figures disappeared into the distance, the fairies hurriedly surrounded Legnac, their eyes brimming with tears and their faces filled with shame and indignation.
"Mr. Legnack! That scarred brat has gone too far!"
"This is racial discrimination! We should report it to the Ministry of Magic!"
As everyone chimed in with their opinions, Legnac simply waved his hand dismissively, his expression indifferent, as if he himself had not been the one who had just been humiliated.
"It's nothing. The humiliation I suffered today, I will repay a hundredfold, a thousandfold in the future."
A younger fairy angrily cried out, "But we can't just accept this!"
"If you ask me, we should write to the elders at Gringotts and tell them to deduct a penny of interest from Scarface. The wizards are all incredibly stupid; they definitely won't see through it!"
Before he could finish speaking, a sinister laugh suddenly came from behind him.
"What a cunning beast! He actually colluded with Gringotts!"
But Harry appeared out of the shadows like a ghost, standing behind the young goblin without anyone noticing.
Upon seeing this, Legnac's face trembled violently.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Why hasn't he left yet!
The young fairy turned her head at the sound, and her face immediately turned ashen.
Just as he was racking his brains to come up with an excuse, he saw Harry suddenly take off his black gloves and extend his left arm.
With five fingers curved like tiger claws, it cleaved through the air and gripped his crown!
In an instant, black smoke shot into the sky, and amidst the bone-chilling sizzling sound, the demon let out a series of inhuman screams.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
"Please, please spare me, Mr. Potter!"
"I was just joking..."
Before the words were even finished, the demon had already turned into a pool of black water. Not to mention bones, not even half a fingernail remained. It was truly as if: pus and blood dissolved like hot water poured on snow, form and spirit vanished like a shadow sinking into a river.
Upon witnessing such methods, all the demons were terrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies, and a chill ran down their spines.
The armory was completely silent; even breathing was swallowed back down.
Seeing the scarred man's murderous aura surging, clearly about to pounce on him, Legnac panicked and cried out in alarm:
"Wait a minute, Mr. Potter! I apologize for his rudeness!"
"I, I can offer you two! No! Three first-class VIP box tickets for the World Cup!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "What the hell, the World Cup?"
"He's talking about Quidditch." Black stepped forward and whispered in his ear to explain, "This year's Quidditch World Cup is being held in England, I think it's at the end of August."
Readers should know: Quidditch was originally a favorite pastime of wizards, just like football is a favorite of Muggles.
To gain political recognition and prestige, Fouché specially built a magnificent stadium. It was truly ornate and grand, capable of holding 200,000 people.
Even so, wizards from all over the world came to the gathering, making the tickets extremely rare. Not to mention the best seats in the brocade tents, even ordinary standing tickets were highly sought after.
Upon hearing this, Harry thought to himself: The Ron brothers are the most obsessed with Quidditch matches, how could they possibly miss such a grand event?
Why don't I just charge this guy a ticket and invite him to have some fun?
Having made up his mind, he nodded slightly, then suddenly frowned and shouted:
"You scoundrel, stop trying to deceive me! If this is a grand event organized by the government, where did you, a spirit from the earth's lair, get your connections?"
Legnac glanced furtively at the undried pool of black water on the ground, his throat tightening.
"This is a huge financial gain, and the Ministry of Magic desperately needs Gringotts' assistance."
"As for me—cough, the goblins of Gringotts will take better care of me because I am a descendant of royalty."
"Of course, this is absolutely not collusion! It's just that many fairies received my help when they were young."
Harry suddenly realized, clapped his hands and laughed, "So that's how it is! In that case, you and I will prepare two hundred tickets for first class seats."
"This feud is now settled!"
Upon hearing this, Legnac was so shocked that his eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he cried out in disbelief:
"Mr. Potter! I can't possibly get that many! The noble wizards and officials from various countries' ministries of magic will all take them—"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry snatched the ring knife from Black's hand and roared:
"You damned bastard! Since you're so deeply involved with Gringotts, today I, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, have the right to interrogate you thoroughly!"
Ten photos!
"I can only get ten at most!"
"This is truly my limit!"
Seeing that his hoarse voice didn't seem fake, Harry sheathed his ring knife and snorted coldly:
"Since that's the case, ten sheets will do. If they're delivered late, don't blame me for letting you get closer to this knife!"
Legnac gritted his teeth, his resentment boiling like a pot of soup, but he forced a smile and said:
"Rest assured, Mr. Potter, my ticket will never be late."
Harry didn't answer, and he and Black shook their clothes and left.
The fairies stood frozen in place, watching as the two figures gradually disappeared at the end of the long street.
A venomous fairy approached and said, "Mr. Legnak—"
"Snapped!"
Legnack slapped him hard across the face with a sharp backhand, yelling, "What did you say?! What's there to say! Get back to work!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Legnak! I just wanted to ask about that puddle... what should we do with it? Should we contact the Ministry of Magic?"
"What do you want with them?" Legnak asked grimly. "Do you think those wizarding masters care how a magical creature died?"
"Or do you think they'd willingly send their savior to Azkaban?"
After hearing Legnac's words, the goblin remained silent, his expression blank.
As for Harry and Black, after leaving the armory, they set off on their way back.
Black felt uneasy, looked Harry over carefully, and said worriedly:
"Harry, what were you thinking? You're even more reckless than me! You actually put a knife to your own throat!"
"If that vixen makes a move—I'd have no face to face James and Lily even if I died!"
Harry replied with his hands clasped, "Father, please forgive me, I was not being stubborn."
"I'm not bragging, but with that lousy skill, I only saw his shoulder twitch slightly, and with a flick of my wrist, I could have broken his bones!"
Blake frowned, still nagging, "But that's dangerous too. What if you get hurt?"
"Ha! I'm just hoping this bastard will make a move. If he dares to hurt me even a little, I'll finish him off with a few punches and kicks, and I'll have a perfectly legitimate reason to do so!"
"Ever since I asked him to make weapons when I was in first grade, that rascal has repeatedly cheated, which is really annoying to me!"
"My godfather and second uncle suspected him of tampering with the monk's knife. I still had a shred of goodwill, thinking that since this fellow had lost his ear and tasted poison, he should repent."
At this point, Harry's voice turned as cold as a still pond, "Who would have thought that today's test would prove that a leopard can't change its spots! What use is there in keeping such a menace around?"
Harry recounted in detail to Black the events of his previous encounter with Legnark to forge weapons.
Upon hearing this, Blake became so angry that his beard and hair stood on end, and he echoed the curse:
"Fairies are just crazy creatures; you can tell by dealing with those Gringotts guys!"
"I still remember how fawning those fairies looked at your grandfather when he begged him to deposit the money from selling hair smoothing products into Gringotts."
"Once Mr. Fremont signed the magic contract with them—hey! I've never seen such a quick change of heart in my life!"
Black grew increasingly agitated, and suddenly, hands on his hips, he roared, "Harry! Why don't we go back and stab that goblin to death!"
Harry shook his head seriously: "Father, you mustn't. That Legnark is deeply entrenched with the goblins in Gringotts. If he is harmed, it's hard to predict how Gringotts will react."
"Besides, the economic lifeline of wizards is now entirely in the hands of fairies. Tearing each other apart at this time would not be a good idea."
Blake was taken aback by this question. After a long silence, he cautiously asked, "What is the lifeline of the economy?"
Harry sighed softly, raised his hand and patted Black on the shoulder, "Father, just remember—money is like water; it can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."
Do you know how Harry has such insight?
It turns out that in my previous life during the Song Dynasty, when paper money called Jiaozi first came into circulation, the government was overjoyed to see it, and every wealthy merchant loved it.
With just a single document, the arduous journey of traveling with hundreds of pounds of gold, silver, and copper coins was saved.
Unexpectedly, during the reign of Emperor Shenzong, reforms required money, the Western Xia needed money for military campaigns, and the salaries of the court officials all required silver.
The officials in power stared at the workshop that printed paper money, thinking that printing more sheets of paper would earn them real money, so why not?
Within a few years, a single coin of paper money was only worth four hundred copper coins. What a loss! The paper money had been worth sixty percent less.
What's even more infuriating is that the imperial court actually used this paper money as a pretext to frame others. Local governments only accepted cash when collecting taxes, but used paper money to pay salaries.
Even the annual tributes to the Western Xia had to include half of them in paper money.
Those were truly times of widespread poverty and famine. When the heroes of Liangshan saw this, they had no choice but to open their own treasuries and distribute real gold and silver to the poor people in the surrounding villages, thus saving many lives.
Enough of this digression. Now, Harry and Black have settled back at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Black then wrote a letter and sent it by owl to Lupin, inviting him to stay with him.
Unexpectedly, Lu Ping politely declined, saying that he was dealing with an important matter, but when asked for details, he remained vague.
This hesitant and evasive manner made Blake's heart itch, as if a hundred claws were scratching at his liver.
As July drew to a close, the evening glow still painted the sky with golden and red brocade. Black found an excuse to drag Harry off on a motorcycle to a distant location for a competition, saying he wanted to see how skilled Harry was now.
After only a few rounds, Blake collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving like a bellows, panting heavily:
"With your level... are you really... a third-year student?!"
"Are all the students at Hogwarts around your level now?"
Harry put away his staff, cupped his hands, and smiled, "Godfather, you worry too much! I have only made a slight improvement over others thanks to the private guidance of several professors."
At this point, I suddenly thought of my mentor, Rowena, and realized that I would probably never see him again in this life, which made me sigh.
Harry immediately put aside his worries and helped Black home.
But then the man claimed that his motorcycle was broken, and dragged his feet for half an hour.
As the stars grew denser, the two strolled back to Blake's old house.
Harry got off the motorcycle, but Black called out, "Harry! You go back first!"
"I need to get my motorcycle fixed!"
Harry, hearing this, had no doubts, simply nodded, and reached out to push the door.
No sooner said than done. Just as the door was pushed open a crack, a loud "boom" was heard from both sides of the corridor, and the whitewashed walls burst open.
Two burly men suddenly burst forth from their ambush, like tigers unleashed from their shackles.
Just then, there was another loud cracking sound overhead, and amidst the billowing dust, a dark shadow plummeted straight down!
Upon seeing the attack, Harry opened his eyes wide and, before the men on either side could get close, threw out a pair of fists like shooting stars.
But after two muffled thuds, the two men on either side were already weak and collapsed to their knees.
Without further delay, he drew his dagger from his waist, fixed his gaze on the falling figure in mid-air, and unleashed a powerful split.
Seeing the blade about to strike, the man falling through the air hurriedly clasped his hands together, catching the blade with a "snap," and cried out in panic:
"Wait! Harry! It's me!"
The voice sounded familiar, so Harry quickly grabbed his wand and cast a fire spell.
As soon as the firelight shone on him, the scarred man cried out in surprise, "Ah!"
Do you know who these men are?
On the left and right sides were Fred and George, and in the middle, catching the blade barehanded, was his sworn brother Ron.
Harry hurriedly helped them up. "Oh dear! What were you doing here, brothers? You really scared me to death!"
Fred helped George to his feet, and said shakily, "You don't look scared at all."
George chimed in, "We were clearly the ones who were startled by you."
Ron stood up, still shaken, and said, "Have you forgotten, Harry? Today is your birthday."
As they were talking, Blake burst in, shouting excitedly, "Hahaha! The cake's here—why are you all kneeling?"
Upon seeing Blake holding the cake, Harry chuckled, "No wonder my godfather wanted to see me; it turns out he wanted to celebrate my birthday."
He glanced around, then asked suspiciously, "Where's my eldest sister?"
Now that all the prepared surprises had been ruined, Ron could only sigh:
"She's waiting for you in your bedroom."
(End of this chapter)