HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 213 Malfoy Manor

Chapter 210 Three Malfoy Manor

Under the starlight at night, the Angus region of Scotland, England rarely has a clear sky in November.Ron held the Gryffindor sword and asked Hermione who was tidying up the tent, "How is Ann?"

"Much better." Hermione replied, waving her wand. "Tomorrow I can get out of bed for two hours." The tent was neatly folded into a square shape, and it went into Hermione's handbag along with the ropes and nails.

"That's good." Harry was looking at the map by the light of his wand, "When will the alert level of the Order of the Phoenix be lowered to A?"

"Probably another three days." Hermione said, sealing the handbag with a magic spell. "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not doing well recently, and the outer layer is greatly affected by the SS alert level. After all, the head of the branch is a Muggle wizard." It sent a very bad signal to turn traitor."

"Where do we go next?" Hermione asked.

"We have been to many places, and I was thinking, should we continue to go north or go south?" Harry looked at the two little friends and asked.

"Let's go south! Don't go north. It will be the end of November soon. If it snows, we will have more traces to clean up. If we can leave as few traces as possible, we will leave traces, right?" Ron said.

Hermione nodded approvingly.

"Okay, then, this location. Location 13,04, a forest, in the town of Twinbridge in Devonshire." Harry's wand pointed to a point on the map.

"Huh? It's part of Dartmoor National Park. I went there once when I was a kid," said Hermione. "It's full of wild animals."

"Huh? Will there be bears? Shall we change the location?" Ron said jokingly and exaggeratedly.

"Hey!" Harry smiled and gave Ron an elbow. "Are you still a wizard with a wand and a sword?"

"Yo—" Ron pulled out his wand and put on a duel pose, "Come on! Black Bear, do you want to fight a wizard?"

Both Harry and Hermione giggled for a while.

"Okay, the traces are cleared, and the things are packed. Let's go." Hermione said finally.

Ron nodded, Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak, the three of them held hands, and Apparated away.

After a burst of distorted darkness, the three of them stepped onto the ground, but what they never expected was that in front of them was a burning bonfire and men in black robes sitting around the bonfire.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, and the reactions of both parties were very quick.Almost at the same time, they all pulled out their wands, and the spells flew around.

The battle ended quickly. Although the three tried their best, they were caught facing five wizards who had grown up for many years. Throw the phone into the bonfire.

"My God!" Greyback grabbed Harry by the hair, blood was pouring from his nose, and his glasses were shattered.Greyback's triumphant voice sounded extremely harsh, "Look who we caught? Harry Potter!!?"

Greyback brought his face so close to Harry's that Harry could only vaguely see matted gray hair and beard, pointed yellow teeth, a face with aphthous sores at the corners of his mouth, and a strange smell in his mouth, mixed with The smell of dust, sweat, and blood made Harry sick.

The rest of the Snatch Party held wands and looked excited about what the night had brought them.

"Are we going to the Ministry of Magic?" said a shrill male voice, reminiscent of squeaky rats running around in a stinky gutter.

"Fuck the Ministry of Magic," Greyback yelled, with a grim and delighted expression on his face, "they'll take the credit and we won't even see it. I'd say just hand him over to Mystery man."

"You're calling him? Here?" said a thin wizard in awe and horror.

"No," Greyback snarled, "I haven't - it's said he's using the Malfoys as his base. We'll just take the boy there."

"Can't we go directly to the Ministry of Magic to get the money?" A wizard grabbed Ron's neck tightly, and Ron seemed to be suffocating.

"Scabio!" Greyback yelled at the wizard in dissatisfaction, "I am the boss here! Everything is up to me? Otherwise, I will make you unable to use magic for the rest of your life?" He showed his sharp canine teeth.

Scarbio shrank his neck, loosened his grip on Ron, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Tie up these little guys! Harry is in charge, I'll count to three, two and one!" Greyback said, grabbing Harry's hair with one hand, and roughly tying Harry to death with a rope, and finally he grabbed Harry with one hand Holding Harry's hair, holding Harry by the nape of the neck with one hand.

"Three...two...one!" As soon as the voice fell, he felt a sense of darkness. He tried hard to break free, but it was useless. The other party's hands were like iron clamps. himself, along with the darkness, Harry felt the scar on his forehead ache again.

...He squeezed through the narrow window like a snake, and the light mist drifted down into the small prison-like room——

They landed on a country road with a pair of wrought-iron gates in front of them and what appeared to be a long driveway behind them.Harry was slightly relieved, the worst had yet to happen, Voldemort was not here.In the fragmented images in his head, Voldemort was in a strange, fortress-like place, on top of a tower.

As for how long it would take for Voldemort to arrive after learning that Harry was here, that's another matter. Harry hoped that he would have time to take out the wooden sign from the donkey's skin pouch around his neck and send a message to Ann... …

A Snatcher strode forward and shook the iron gate.

"How do we get in? The door's locked, Greyback, I can't--ah!"

He flinched back in fright.The wrought iron is deforming, the abstract curly figure contorted into a hideous face that says in an echoing clang of metal, "Say the purpose of your visit."

"We've got Potter!" Greyback growled triumphantly. "We've got Harry Potter!"

The door opened immediately.

"Come on!" Greyback said to his men.The search team carrying Ron and Hermione followed first.

The scar stabbed again, and Harry saw images in fits and starts again.

...the thin figure under the thin blanket moved and turned towards him, the skeletal face, the eyes opened...the frail man sat up, staring at him with deep-set eyes, at Voldemort, and then Laughed, my teeth almost fell out...

"You're here. I thought you'd come... someday. But you're here for nothing. I didn't have it."

"you're lying!"

Voldemort's rage throbbed inside him, and Harry's scar seemed to burst with pain.

The light shines on everyone.

"What's going on?" A woman asked in a cold voice.

"We're here to meet You-Know-Who!" replied Greyback gruffly.

"who are you?"

"You know me!" said the werewolf's voice with resentment. "Fenrir Greyback! We've got Harry Potter!"

Greyback took Harry's head and dragged him towards the light.

Narcissa Malfoy screamed, and then opened the gate of the castle, "My God! Come in!"

Excitedly, the search party members climbed the broad stone steps in front of the castle one by one, and entered the hallway with portraits hanging on both sides.The foyer was spacious and imposing, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and portraits hanging on the dark purple walls, who were curiously looking at everything in front of them.

There were not only Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy standing in the hall, but also a Death Eater that Harry would never mistake, Bellatrix Lestrange, the one who killed Sirius witch.

A look of frenzy came to Lucius' face, and he walked straight up to Harry with his wand in hand, brushed Harry's hair, and saw a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"Very good! Hahaha—" he laughed, "Very good!"

"I hope we don't forget who got him, Mr. Malfoy?" Seeing Lucius' expression, Greyback threatened.

"Of course not, of course not!" Lucius said impatiently, "You're going to get a lot of gold!" He rolled up his sleeves, raised his wand—

But it was quickly stopped by the person next to him. "Stop!" screamed Bellatrix, "don't touch it, if the Dark Lord comes now we'll all die!"

Lucius froze, the tip of his wand hovering over his Dark Mark.Bellatrix walked up to the hunters who were carrying the Gryffindor sword, and asked, "What is this?"

"Sword!" The hunter put the sword behind him.

"give it to me."

"It's not yours, ma'am, it's mine, and I found it."

With a bang, accompanied by a flash of red light, the hunters carrying the sword were stunned.Immediately his companions roared, and Scarbio drew his wand.

"What do you think you're playing with, bitch?"

"Dizzy," she screamed, "Dizzy!"

The people from the search party were no match for her at all, even though they were five against one of her.Everyone else fell where they were, except Greyback, who was kneeling on the ground with his arms outstretched.Hermione and Ron were lying curled up on the ground, and Harry could only see their bodies indistinctly, with his head touching the cold flagstones.

Bellatrix charged at the werewolf, her Gryffindor sword clutched tightly, her face ashen as white.

"Where did you get that sword?" she whispered to Greyback, taking the wand from his limp hand.

"How could you?" he growled, forced to look up at her, only his mouth moving.He bared his fangs and said, "Let me go, bitch!"

"Where did you get that sword?" she asked again, waving it at him. "Snape sent it to my vault at Gringotts!"

"It was in the hand of the boy next to Harry," said Greyback gruffly. "Let me go, you hear!"

With a wave of Bellatrix's wand, the werewolf jumped to her feet, but seemed wary of approaching her.He walked to the wall and stared at each other.

"Lucius, get this scum out," Bellatrix said, pointing at the unconscious search party members. "Throw it in the yard first."

"How dare you talk to me like that in my house—" Lucius raged, but Bellatrix screamed, "Quiet! It's much worse than you think, we're in big trouble! "

Bellatrix took the sword and walked up to Ron who was lying down. Ron was breathing heavily, and just now he was grabbed by the neck by the search team again.

"Who are you?" Bellatrix kicked Ron, and Ron cried out in pain.

"I know him, he is the youngest son of the rubbish Weasley family." Lucius said, "Hmph, I knew that the Weasley family was helping Harry Potter secretly, now there is conclusive evidence, now finally could send their whole family to Azkaban—”

"No—" Ron yelled.

Bellatrix stepped on Ron's chest, pointed at him with his wand and asked, "Where did the sword come from?"

"I—" Ron was sweating coldly on his forehead.

"I know! I know!" Hermione struggled and shouted, her hands were tied behind her back, and she could only move on the ground with difficulty.

Bellatrix looked at Hermione, "You know?"

"Yes! I gave him the sword!" cried Hermione.

"It's a Mudblood!" Narcissa Malfoy said disdainfully, "I met her once, Harry Potter's good friend, Gryffindor's first year! Huh, a dirty Mudblood— —”

"Very good!" Bellatrix turned to face the werewolf with a crazy and horrified expression on her face, "Greyback, put Harry Potter and this trash in the dungeon. Harry Potter can't get hurt anymore, The Dark Lord wants to kill him himself, you understand?"

"This is my home, Bellatrix—" Lucius narrowed his eyes.

"Quick!" screamed Bellatrix, turning to face Lucius. "Lucius, you idiot, you have no idea how dangerous we are!"

"How can you talk to Lucius like that?" Narcissa said angrily.

Greyback snorted coldly, stepped forward and grabbed Ron and Harry tightly, and dragged them towards a small door in the corner of the hall.Ron and Harry could hear Bellatrix's frantic voice.

"I have to figure it out! Sissy! The Gryffindor sword that should have been lying in Gringotts, why did it appear here! If the Dark Lord came and saw this sword, what would he think? Your mistake, Add this mistake and we're dead!"

"Then what are you going to do—"

"Ask the Mudblood, of course—"

Harry and Ron had just been thrown into the dungeon by Greyback when they heard a horrific, drawn-out scream from the hall.

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry yelled at the same time.

Greyback snorted coldly and kicked Ron hard in the stomach, making Ron bend like a shrimp.

"Your fate may be worse than her—" After finishing speaking, he closed the dungeon door with a gleeful laugh, and went up the stairs. The slamming of the cell door caused an echo.

"Harry! Harry! Quick—" Ron wriggled toward Harry.

"I know! I know! Damn—" Harry was tied behind his back, "I have to untie the rope!"

"Harry Potter?" came a faint voice from the darkness, "Is it really you?"

"You are?" Harry sat up with difficulty, groping the ground, hoping to find a rock or something.

A thin skeleton reached out to Harry, and he felt the rope Harry was tied to, cut with a sharp stone, and his voice was weak and hoarse, "I'm Ollivander - oh, Hope you remember-"

"Mr. Ollivander? Why are you here?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I was caught in a long time ago. To be honest, even if you don't have a rope, you can't escape—I've tried all kinds of methods—"

"We have a way!" said Harry anxiously. "Hurry up, please!"

"The sword I found—" Hermione's shrill voice came from the hall.

Then came another scream of terror.

"You're lying, nasty Mudblood, I know! You must have been in my Gringotts vault! Tell me, tell me!"

"Hermione!" Ron yelled in horror. "Quick!" Harry couldn't help but shouted.

The rope was cut.

Harry's wrists were trembling uncontrollably. Trembling, he took off the donkey skin bag and tried to untie it, but there was no light, and he couldn't untie the knot of the donkey skin bag.

"I can't see!" Harry's voice trembled, "I can't open it!"

"Harry! I've got a Deluminator in my pocket! Quick! There's a light in it!"

There were voices in the hall.

"What else did you take? What else did you take? Be honest, otherwise, I swear, I will use this knife to pierce you!"

"No! No! I really picked it up—"

"Harry!"

"Okay! Alright!" Harry snapped on the Deluminator, and two clusters of white lights floated out. Harry ignored the dizziness caused by the sudden lights, he untied the rope with trembling hands, He poured out the contents of the donkey skin pocket.

"Wooden sign! Wooden sign!" Harry murmured, picking up the wooden sign.

"Send SOS, this is the emergency letter that Ann said!" Ron roared.

"I know! I know!" Harry knelt, his hands were bleeding, the scar on his forehead was throbbing and stinging, but he was only focused on the wooden sign in his hand.

Ollivander was cutting Ron's rope.

A line of words slowly appeared on the small wooden sign.

SOS, caught, Malfoy, manor, dungeon, help!

"I, I—" Harry let out a long breath of relief, only to realize that his back was already wet with sweat, and there was a swirling white light in front of his eyes.

Upstairs Hermione's screams were even louder.

"How did you break into my vault?" they heard Bellatrix scream. "Did that filthy goblin in the dungeon help you?"

"I just picked up the sword the night before yesterday!" Hermione sobbed. "I've never been in your vault... It's not the real sword! It's an imitation, just an imitation!"

"Imitation?" Bellatrix shrieked. "Well, it's a fake!"

The author has something to say:

Why must there be a Malfoy Manor?

Because it conveys a message - there may be Horcruxes in Gringotts of the Lestrange family.

Why did Hermione take the initiative to take responsibility?

Because Ron had a hard time making up good reasons in that situation, and besides, Hermione lost her handbag, her wand.But she knew that Ron had the Deluminator, and Harry had the little wooden sign.