Chapter 263: Bar Fight

Chapter 263: Bar Fight

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

-Author notes-

Chapter 263: Bar Fight

The two large patrons stood behind Harry while the bald man got closer.

He gave Harry a smirk. "Do you have a wand, boy? Hand it to me, and do it slowly..." The man reached with his hand and grasped onto Harry's shoulder with a lot of force.

Harry responded by grabbing onto the man's wrist. "I don't like being touched." The strength of his grip increased until they all heard a loud crack.

The bald man immediately started to scream. "Ahhh! Let me go!"

The barman pointed his wand at Harry while the two men behind him tried to hold him. "Stupefy!" The red spark appeared to impact on Harry's chest, but upon closer inspection, they saw that a small yellow shield had appeared in front of him, blocking the spell.

Marcus glanced at Harry's hands. One of them was resting on the bar while the other one was still holding onto the bald man's wrist. "Wandless magic?!." He could not believe that a boy this young had that much mastery already.

Marcus was beginning to get worried. But he could not take back his actions. Now he had no other choice...he had to capture this strange boy and call Dolohov.

The wooden counter at the bar came alive all of a sudden.

Yaxley frowned. "I am no one's crony! My allegiance has never changed."

"Is that so?...I still have some questions for you. You must know the locations of many of their hideouts." Harry walked towards him. "You will tell me everything you know about the inner circle members."

The dark-robed man was visibly unsettled by Harry. He pulled out a white mask from his robes. "Sorry Marcus...I only came here to meet someone. I have no business fighting this person right now."

Harry glanced at the mask. It was similar to the ones Death Eaters typically used. But what caught his attention was Yaxley's words. It was obvious that the man was planning on escaping. 'A portkey!' Harry reached the most logical conclusion.

His wand appeared in his right hand and, without hesitation, he called upon one of his most deadly spells. "Divulsa!" If he could not keep him here to answer his questions, he would rather kill him now than let him escape.

The purple-colored curse managed to touch Yaxley's robes at the last moment, right before he activated his portkey and disappeared.

Harry wasn't sure if that would be enough to kill him. "Tsk...one got away."

"You bastard!" Marcus screamed with frustration towards the empty spot left by Yaxley.

"Accio!" Harry ripped the wand from Marcus' hand with such force that it almost sent him over the bar. To bypass the anti-summoning protections placed on wands, he had to put a lot of power into that spell.

But that had never been a problem for Harry. "Can't let anyone else get away." He approached the wooden counter, where the startled barman was trying to keep his composure.

The bald man continued to struggle to free himself. He was starting to run out of oxygen.

And the two large men were starting to recover from their tumble. They groaned and complained about the pain as they stood back up.

"Now...what would it take to make you talk?" Harry said in a cold tone.

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