"Avada Kedavra!"
The answer was clear from the beginning: in Lucius Malfoy's heart, his wife and son were the most important.
Voldemort was secondary.
A green light, like lightning, struck Voldemort's body. Even facing death, Voldemort still couldn't break free from Blue Bird's mental control.
He was like a living target with life.
Voldemort died.
He died very cleanly; the body created by magic began to rapidly dissipate the moment he died.
"You see, Mr. Lucius, isn't this very simple?"
Yang Tao looked at Lucius's face, a smile appearing, and softly said, "Alright, now you and Voldemort are completely at odds. I think when Voldemort revives again, the person he wants to kill most this time might not be Harry."
Lucius's face was deathly pale, and even the hand holding his wand had lost colour from gripping too tightly.
Especially after hearing Yang Tao's words, he became even more flustered.
"You must have heard the conversation between Harry and me just now. There are still three Horcruxes remaining out there. If you don't want to face Voldemort after he revives… then collect the remaining three Horcruxes and actively eliminate Voldemort. Only then can you truly be safe."
"Mr. Lucius, you surely don't want your handsome and obedient son to be brutally killed by Voldemort, do you?"
Although his mind was in chaos, years of cultivation quickly allowed Lucius to calm down.
His gaze towards Yang Tao became calm again.
"Where are Voldemort's Horcruxes?"
… …
Leaving the Little Hangleton churchyard, Snape took Peter Pettigrew and the remaining bones of Voldemort's father with him.
Although he had some complaints about having to revive Voldemort three more times, he still stated that he would go to the black market to acquire the necessary materials.
"Harry, you ride your Magic Broom home first. Lucius and I need to discuss some things."
Harry nodded slightly, took out the Invisibility Cloak from his backpack, draped it over himself, and rode his Magic Broom towards London.
Not until Harry was completely out of Yang Tao's sight.
Only then did Yang Tao lower his head, the smile on his face gradually fading, his emotionless gaze sweeping over Lucius's body.
"Lucius, be glad I remember your name."
Lucius: "???"
Just as he was bewildered, Yang Tao had already walked up to a comatose Death Eater, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang.
The physical body of a comatose wizard wasn't much stronger than an ordinary person's.
Bang…
Bang…
Bang…
Each shot felt like it was hitting Lucius's heart.
"Dig a pit and bury them."
Lucius immediately waved his wand upon hearing this, and a large pit quickly appeared in the ground. All the Death Eaters' bodies flew into the 'graves' prepared for them.
Yang Tao walked up to Lucius, looked at his somewhat evasive gaze, and softly said, "To be honest, they're lucky; at least you're here to collect their bodies. If… you died, who would collect your body?"
"Lucius, go home. The weather's getting a bit chilly. Take care of yourself."
Yang Tao lightly leaped into the sky, riding his Magic Broom, and chased in the direction Harry had left.
After Yang Tao left, the abandoned graveyard of Little Hangleton Church returned to silence. Lucius looked at the desolate environment and the mottled bloodstains on the ground, a hint of fear in his eyes.
It didn't take long for Yang Tao to catch up with Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak. By the time they returned to 6 Privet Drive, it was already past 9 PM.
Sitting on the soft sofa, looking at the somewhat silent Harry beside him, Yang Tao smiled and asked, "Harry, what do you want to eat?"
Harry gently shook his head and asked, "Mr. Yang, I… I want to ask what my life would have been like without you?"
Harry knew that Yang Tao possessed some ability to foresee the future, but he had never asked this question before.
"Future?"
Yang Tao took out Seer Tea powder and brewed a cup for Harry. He also took out his unfinished Seer Tea and took a light sip, his gaze slightly rising as he recalled memories of Harry Potter in his mind.
"The future, I don't know if it would be good or bad for you, but Snape, Fred, Lupin, Nymphadora, Sirius Black, Dumbledore, Cedric, and so on… would all die because of Voldemort…"
"Oh, and Hedwig and Dobby would also die saving you…"
To be honest, Harry was startled by the death list. Although there were some names he didn't recognize, just a few familiar names were enough to make it hard for him to accept:
"Headmaster Dumbledore? How is that possible! He's the strongest wizard in the wizarding world!"
"Strongest wizard? No, Harry, you are the strongest wizard now."
Harry: "…"
How much wizardry he actually possessed, he wasn't clear himself, was he?
Suddenly, he remembered the last two names Yang Tao had mentioned.
"Mr. Yang, Hedwig will die saving me, then… who is Dobby?"
"Oh, he's the Malfoy family's servant. He's very short, with bat-like ears, a long nose, and prominent green eyes as big as tennis balls. Now he's just wearing an old pillowcase. If you meet him, you'll definitely recognize him."
Harry's expression froze for a moment upon hearing Yang Tao's words, and he quickly stood up.
"Mr. Yang, wait a moment…"
After speaking, he ran upstairs with thudding steps, and soon came running down from the second floor, holding a house-elf 'sculpture'.
Yang Tao was immediately surprised.
"Dobby? What happened? When did you petrify him?"
Harry placed Dobby on the living room floor and said somewhat apologetically, "The night before last, when I came back to rest, he suddenly appeared in my room… I acted too quickly and petrified him."
What a 'too quickly'.
Fortunately, I've always had you practice magic with your wand. If you had used your 'dagger' to fire a burst of bullets, wouldn't Dobby have had an early funeral?
"Mr. Yang, why would Dobby save me? I don't even know him…"
"The reason is that you defeated Voldemort. For Dobby, it's like a beacon of hope. Although I'm not entirely sure of the specific reason, you are very famous among house-elves."
Looking at the lifelike Dobby, Yang Tao said to Harry, "Undo his petrification spell."
Harry nodded, took out his wand, and gently tapped Dobby's body. Instantly, the effect of the petrification spell began to fade.
Dobby, who had just recovered, quickly scurried to the corner of the living room, looking pitiful.
"Dobby came to help Harry. Dobby is not a bad elf…"
Yang Tao looked at Dobby's timid appearance and asked with a smile, "Dobby, do you want to be Harry's house-elf?"
"Yes, but Dobby cannot betray his master. Ah~ Bad Dobby, Dobby is a bad elf."
Saying this, Dobby banged his head against the living room wall, making thudding sounds.
Harry was startled by Dobby's behavior. Overwhelmed with sympathy, he quickly ran over and hugged the self-harming Dobby, anxiously asking, "Mr. Yang, what's wrong with Dobby?"
"Nothing, he just feels like he betrayed his master."
Yang Tao got up, took out a business card from his backpack, and handed it to Dobby, saying, "Take this business card to your master, Lucius, and tell him that Harry needs a house-elf."
"Don't worry, he won't punish you."
Dobby stared at the business card in his hand with wide, watery eyes.