HP Magic Biography - v2 Chapter 1292

　　 “It looks like they have been very exciting now!” Fanlin shrugged. He was lucky to hear Fred and their voices, but they just transferred, right?

“I really want to know their specific situation.” Harry said, sitting upright, the long-term exhaustion seemed to be swept away, maybe it was Fred’s joke, or it was because Lupin was with him. Tonks’s side.

　　 “I’m still worried!” Hermione hesitated and said.

　　 “You mean, Ron?” Verrington paused. If Fred appeared on the radio, where was Ron who had left them?

　　 Did he return to the Burrow, or did he say…

　　 “Yes, I thought we could get news from him!”

　　 “Perhaps he was just…just disappointed in us.” Harry said, which made his mood worse again. “Maybe Li Qiaodan invited him, but he doesn’t plan to…”

　　 Suddenly, a sound similar to cracking glass broke their mind.

　　The problem is that they live in… a tent?

　　 “The curse!” Fanlin bounced off the ground, “Someone broke the curse outside!”

　　 Before the words fell, a noisy voice came in from outside.

　　, tense emotions filled the brains of the three people.

　　 They have never noticed it for so long, but Harry has heard some other sounds, which are just outside the spell they set, not like now…

　　 The originally warm atmosphere cooled down, and the small house with orange light in its eyes seemed to be pulled back to reality, cold gray…

　　 Hermione picked up the wand and pointed to the jar. The warm flame went out, and Fanlin also reacted. He took out the light extinguisher left by Ron and turned off the light. The hood fell into darkness.

　　 “Don’t make a noise!”

　　……

　　 “Raise your hand and get out of the tent!” A harsh voice came from the darkness. “We know you are there! Half a dozen wands are pointing at you, and we don’t care who will hurt!”

　　 “It’s a Death Eater…” After a brief exchange, Fanlin felt that the current situation was very bad.

　　They are just three wizards. Roughly speaking, there are no fewer than a dozen outside the door of different magical fluctuations…

　　 Are they encountering Death Eaters’ raids?

　　 Maybe it was their bad luck, but Fanlin felt that these Death Eaters had stepped up their search because of Lovegood.

　　They were so careless, they thought that Harry had placed a few simple spells…

　　 Wait… why Harry arranged…

　　 There are so many things they neglected.

　　 “At least twelve people outside the door…” Fanlin lowered his voice, “We will do something, definitely…”

　　 “I don’t want to say it a second time, raise my hands and walk out!” A loud voice shouted outside the door.

　　 “We have to leave like a way…”

　　 “We may not be able to leave, Harry… we are surrounded!” Fanlin said bitterly, “I hope you can accept it!”

“what?”

　　 Harry didn’t respond, a flash of light flashed, and he bent down in pain, unable to see anything. When the heavy footsteps approached, he could feel his face swell rapidly under his palm.

　　 “I really don’t like this!” Fanlin muttered, listening to the people outside rushing in, Fanlin’s face was also a pain, a few drums quickly distorted his face…

　　 “Get up, little bastard.”

　　 I don’t know whose hand dragged Fanlin off the ground rudely. Before he stopped him, someone was rumbling through his pockets.

　　 “Where’s your wand, kid!”

“I have to break my wand…” Fanlin said with a cold breath. He grasped his face in extreme pain, feeling that the face under his fingers was completely unrecognizable, tight and swollen, as if he was suffering from a serious illness. Skin allergies.

　　 “I’m such a fool, I would believe Fred’s curse!” Fanlin thought resentfully, struggling hard, and then took the opportunity to hang the shrunken wand back to his neck!

　　 Magic wand?

　　 There is no such thing, but is the necklace counted?

　　 “You thought I would believe it!” the man who grabbed Fanlin’s arm said gloomily, while pushing him hard with his hands.

　　 Hermione had been taken away from her wand long ago, and now the two of them are being pushed together.

　　 The cold light lit up the tent. It was then that Fanlin could see Harry’s face clearly, as if he had been beaten up. If the Potters were standing here now, he would never recognize that this was his son.

　　 “So, what’s the matter with your two faces!”

　　 A Death Eater in charge stood up. Fanlin had seen this face. When he was at the Ministry of Magic, the Auror office… Alex’s subordinate.

“Just a while ago, I did a potion experiment…” Fanlin said, he thought of Neville, “Try to configure some… wolf poison potions, sir… You should know the consequences of failure, we are not prepared enough. , Even broke my wand!”

　　 “Wolf’s Potion? What are you doing with this?”

　　 “Gold coins… Sir, we need to make some money…”

　　 “I will know if what you said is true or false…”

　　 “Search here!”

　　 With an order, seven or eight Death Eaters around took action together, leaving five people watching them…

“first name!”

　　 “Esby Modley!” Fanlin answered quickly.

　　 “Well, Mordley…” The man took out a list and looked at it carefully. “It’s really disappointing news. You are not on the list. Then, the next one…”

　　 “He Qi. Buss!”

　　 “No… next… you…”

　　 The man paused and looked at Harry carefully, which made Harry’s heart touch his throat.

“What’s your name!”

　　 Just when Fanlin was considering whether to resist and rush out with Hermione, a Death Eater quickly ran over, holding two broken wands in his hand.

　　 “Is this your magic wand?” the man asked back.

　　 “Yes, of course!” Fanlin replied affirmatively, “The crucible exploded my wand…”

　　 “I don’t need to listen to explanation!”

A fist was constantly enlarged in front of Fanlin’s eyes so that Fanlin had no time to escape. Fortunately, Fanlin twisted his face. The fist did not hit Fanlin’s nose, but it also made Fanlin stagger. .

　　 “Shut your mouth, kid!” the man said viciously, “Now, come on!”

　　 He pointed at Harry.

“first name!”

　　 “Dali…Dali Vernon.” Harry lowered his head and looked at the man’s boots.

　　 “Dali Vernon?”

　　 “Your name is not on the list…”

　　 “Of course, I mean…who is there?” Harry asked, but the man did not speak, just glanced at what Harry was writing down his head.

　　 “Take them out first, with which little guys…”

The Death Eaters pushed the three of them out of the tent. For a time… Fanlin even thought he had a chance to break free and rescued them all. However, it was just a thought, and soon Fanlin took The idea was stuffed into the garbage dump.

　　 There are no fewer than ten Death Eaters holding torches outside. This is a large search team.

　　 The number of Death Eaters is really a lot.

　　 The people behind suddenly pulled Fanlin’s hair hard and pulled him up, dragged him for a short distance, pushed him to sit down, and then began to tie him back to back with the others.

　　 Fanlin tried to calm herself down. Fortunately, he was not too far away from Hermione. This made Fanlin feel a little relieved. Maybe the Death Eaters didn’t recognize her. After all, the bounty didn’t fall on her.

　　 After the last man who tied them walked away, Fanlin whispered to the other prisoners.

　　 “How about you two…”

　　 “They took my wand.” Hermione said softly, leaning against Fanlin.

　　 “Me too…” Harry whispered.

　　 “You shouldn’t ask him more…”

“I mean……”

　　 But a new but familiar voice came. It came from directly behind Fanlin, the person tied to Hermione’s left.

　　 “Harry? Fanlin?”

　　 “Dean?”

　　 There is no way to communicate too much, but Dean, who disappeared on the broadcast, appeared here and they jumped.

　　 It looks like Dean and his small team are separated…

　　 “It’s really you!” Dean said in shock, “If they find out who they have caught… well… they are hunters, they are just looking for fugitives to sell them for gold…”

　　 “A night’s harvest is not bad.” At first, the Death Eaters who tied Fanlin walked to Harry in pairs of tasseled boots, and they heard more crashes from the tent. “A pair of Muggle brothers and sisters, a ugly kid and these fugitives. Did you check their names on the list? Talis?” he shouted.

　　 “Yes, there is no one named Vernon Dali, Skyber.”

　　 “Interesting,” Skyber said curiously. “That’s really interesting.”

　　 He squatted down beside Harry, and through the tiny gap left between his swollen eyelids, Harry saw an eye with heavy makeup, a slightly distorted pale face.

　　 He seemed to be particularly interested in Harry, and even ignored Fanlin and the two of them.

　　 “So you are not wanted, Vernon? Or are you another name on the list? Yes. Or are you in a different directory? It looks like you are still in school, why are you here?”

　　 “Run away from home, sir!” Harry rolled his head away.

　　 The man didn’t care, “So, you did go to school, so, can you tell me which college you are at at Hogwarts?”

　　 “Slytherin,” Harry said automatically.

　　 “Interesting, they all think we want to hear that kind of answer.” Skyber cast a malicious look from the shadows. “But none of them can tell us where the Slytherin common room is.”

　　 “In the dungeon.” Harry said clearly. “You go through that wall, it’s full of skulls and raw materials, and it’s at the bottom of the lake, so the light is green.”

　　 There was a short pause.

　　 “Okay, okay, it seems we really caught a Slytherin.” Talis said. “It’s good for you, Vernon, because not many Slytherins are mudbloods. So who is your father?”

　　 “He works at the Ministry of Magic.” Harry lied. He knows that even a small investigation will make his whole story unraveled, but on the other hand, he can only do this, trying his best not to mess around until his face returns to its usual appearance. “Magic Accidents and Catastrophe Department.”

　　 “You know, Talis,” Skyber said. “I think there is someone named Dudley there.”

　　 Harry could barely breathe: could he, fortunately, absolutely fortunately, get them out of here safely?

　　 “If you are telling the truth, ugly boy, you don’t have to be afraid to go to the Ministry of Magic. I expect your father will reward us for choosing you.”

　　 “But,” Harry said, his mouth was dry, “If you just let us…”

　　 “Hey!” A shout came from the tent inside: “Look at this. Skyber!”

　　 A black figure hurriedly walked towards them and approached them. Fanlin saw a silver flash in the light from their wand. They have discovered Gryffindor’s sword.

　　 “Very-very-very beautiful.” Skyber said admiringly, taking the sword from his companion. “Oh, it’s really good. It looks like it was made by a fairy. Where did you get something like this?”

　　 “It belongs to my father,” Harry lied, holding a glimmer of hope, hoping that it was too dark for Skyber to see the name etched under the hilt. “We borrowed it…”

　　 Harry was interrupted before he finished speaking.

　　 “Let’s let go of the things at hand first, Skyber! Look at this, it’s written in the Daily Prophet!”

　　 When Talis said this, Harry’s scar suddenly stretched against his swollen forehead, burning violently.

What he saw was clearer than anything he could recognize around him. He saw a tall building, a gloomy castle, and it was dark and forbidding: Voldemort’s thoughts suddenly became clear again. Incomparable; he is sliding towards that huge building with a happy purpose… getting closer… getting closer…

Har used his tremendous willpower to close the connection between himself and Voldemort’s thoughts, and pulled his thoughts back to where he was sitting, tied to Fanlin, Hermione, Dean, and Griphook in the dark, listen Talking to Talis and Skyber.

　　 “Hermione Granger,” said Scabble, “the Mudblood that is traveling with Harry Potter as far as everyone knows.”

　　 Harry’s scar was burning silently, but he tried his best to keep his consciousness in its current position without slipping into Voldemort’s thoughts. He heard the creak of Skyber’s boots, and he squatted down in front of Hermione.

　　 “Do you know, little girl? This picture looks like you.”

　　 “Hey, this is my sister… I mean ~www.mtlnovel.com~ We are just… well… outsiders, not you…”

　　 “I didn’t ask you!” Skyber gave Fanlin a cordial greeting again.

　　 “Is that you?”

　　 Hermione’s face keeps zooming in front of Hermione’s eyes, which feels strange…

　　 “No… it’s not me!” Hermione said composurely, but it didn’t help.

　　 “Interesting!” Skyber said, standing up, obviously, he was sure of his thoughts.

“As far as everyone knows are traveling with Harry Potter… there are two other people,” Skyber said quietly. “Hermione Granger, a girl from Muggle and Fanlin. Al… a dangerous kid…”

　　 Fanlin rolled his eyes, but his eyes swollen into a gap obviously couldn’t see such complicated movements.

　　What do you mean, a dangerous kid?

　　 If you don’t have too many people, I can give you all of them on the spot, okay…

　　 However, it is clear that no one is going to defend Fanlin now, and the surrounding area is quiet.

　　 Harry’s scar was extremely painful, but he used all his power to fight the gravity that entered Voldemort’s thoughts. No moment is more important than staying in your mind at this moment.

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