HP Magic Biography - v2 Chapter 1293

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　　 “So, you are Fanlin El, right? This is not your wand, I’m right, then, where is your wand?”

　　 Fanlin ignored Skyber’s words, “I think you must have made a mistake, that is my magic wand.”

　　 “Holly Wood, Phoenix’s tail feathers…” Skyber sniffed in a meaningful way, “This is not your wand, kid, let me guess, where is your wand? Talis…”

　　 There was almost no resistance, and Fanlin suddenly felt his clothes torn apart.

　　 “Hey, wait, you can’t do this!”

　　 “If I guess right…”

　　 Then, one hand pulled his necklace forcefully…

　　 “Obviously, isn’t it? I’m so lucky!” Skyber looked at the necklace in his hand. “Then next…”

　　 Is this the first time someone has taken the wand away?

　　 Fanlin felt a little unreal.

　　 After they took out the portrait of Hermione, Fanlin felt a little bad. These Death Eaters had already found them. To be precise, they were using their brains?

　　 This is not in line with their positioning.

　　 Still, their research on several of them has reached this point?

　　 Fanlin rarely takes the wand off his neck directly in front of outsiders. How does this Skyber…

　　 “Well, that changed things, didn’t it?” Skyber whispered.

　　 No one around responded, Fanlin also became quiet, and began to think about how to get out.

Without the support of the magic wand, the wizard’s ability to cast spells is greatly reduced, and some wizards simply cannot release the spell. Fortunately, the magic stone is still in hand and the clothes are thick enough to cover it, but even It is full of magic power, if the curse cannot be broken…

　　 There are no problems to solve one or two, but the search team has more than 20 people…

　　 With his bare hands, he rushed up with some spells of reduced power to hit how many?

　　 This seems unrealistic…

　　 Harry felt the group of hunters staring blankly, and he also felt Hermione trembling against his arm.

　　Sgaber got up, walked a few steps to where Harry was sitting, and squatted down again to stare at his deformed face carefully.

　　 “So… what’s this on your forehead, Vernon?” He asked softly, his breath directed into Harry’s nostrils and he pressed a dirty finger against the scar.

　　 “Don’t touch it!” Harry yelled; he couldn’t control himself, he thought he was going to throw up in pain.

　　 “I think you wear glasses, don’t you, Potter?” Skyber asked in a low voice.

　　 “I found the glasses!” shouted a hunter who was all behind.

　　 “There are glasses in the tent, Skyber, wait a minute…” After a while, Harry’s broken glasses were put back on his face. The hunter was gazing closer at him.

Harry saw the face of Skyber that had gradually become distorted because of surprises constantly zooming in front of his eyes. This is definitely not a good thing. Skyber posted so close that Harry could feel him. Heavy breathing.

　　 “It’s him!” Skyber made a harsh voice. “We caught Potter!” They all stepped back, stunned by their discovery.

　　 is trying to make his consciousness so painful that Harry can’t think of any words to deal with in his split brain. Fragmented images are being broken into pieces in his consciousness…

　　He is hiding around the black castle wall…

　　No, he is Harry, **** and without a wand, in a difficult situation…

　　 An elderly man is looking up, to the tallest window, the tallest tower…

　　He is Harry, and they are discussing his fate in a low voice. Fanlin and Hermione are nearby…and, Dean!

　　 Harry tried his best to keep himself awake, but the intermittent images made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

　　Where are you going now?

　　 In Fanlin’s eyes, Harry’s body was trembling all the time, like charcoal burning red in the night, and the scar on Harry’s head was really eye-catching.

　　 Voldemort is connecting Harry’s brain!

　　 hope Harry can survive…

Thinking about this, Fanlin looked at Skyber. It was futile to resist. He could leave, but he couldn’t take Hermione and Harry away. He needed a chance, but now the bigger problem lies. In front of Skyber.

　　 “To the Ministry of Magic?”

　　 “Let the Ministry of Magic hell,” Skyber growled. “They will abide by their credit. This is even more crazy than making me suicide. We should bring it directly to the owner.”

　　 “You want to summon him here?” Talis asked, the voice full of fear and horror.

　　 “No,” Skyber laughed frantically, “If I call the master, then Alex will come, you know, this is 1.5 million gold gallons, I don’t believe him.”

　　Speaking of this, Talis swallowed, “So…”

　　 “They said he now uses Malfoy’s home as a base. We take them there, at least Bella won’t fight, as for Malfoy… Lucius doesn’t have the guts to do it now.”

　　 Lucius is so miserable?

Before Voldemort returned, people like Skyber were no different from beggars in Lucius’s eyes, but now, Malfoy’s name was called by a little boss. of.

　　 Compared to the situation here, Harry seemed to sink deeper, and his scars burned again…

　　He ascended into the night, and flew straight to the window on the top of the tower…

　　 “Who will handle it here?”

“There are so many people!” Skyber said indifferently, “You stay here, and when I come back, we can do well… That’s 1.5 million gold gallons, believe me, this will Let’s change the status quo completely, of course, if any of you want to go to Alex, then go, these rewards are all mine!”

　　 No one expressed his opinion. Fanlin was surprised at Skye’s prestige in this team, but going to Malfoy’s house, except that Bellatrix is ​​a small trouble, other…

　　 Malfoy was not doing well. In Fanlin’s view, he just lacked an opportunity. No matter what, Lucius lost Voldemort’s life. Will Voldemort trust him? This is indeed…

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Harry kept struggling, and the scorching sensation swallowed his consciousness… The window on the black rock only opened a smallest seam, not enough for a person to enter… From the window you can only see the outline of a human figure wrapped in a blanket … is it dead or sleeping…?

　　 “Good!” Talis said. “Okay, let’s go with you! What about the rest of them, Skyber, what do we do with them?”

“Oh, this is one and a half million gold gallons. We don’t need to care about those petty gains, but we’d better take them. We have enough staff and give me the sword. If they are rubies , That’s another small fortune.”

　　 The prisoners were dragged to their feet. Fanlin could hear Hermione’s breathing, fast and frightened.

　　 “Grab tightly. I’ll deal with Potter!” Skyber said, and he grabbed a handful of Harry’s hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp.

　　 “Talis, leave them to you, be careful of that kid!”

　　 “I know!”

　　 Fanlin felt that his arms were tightly tied with rope.

　　 “Count to 3. Let’s leave together, 1, 2, 3.”

　　 They dragged their prisoners to apparate. Harry struggled, trying to get away from Greyback, but there was no hope: Ron and Hermione squeezed him tightly on either side; he could not separate from it, and when his breath was squeezed out of his body, he ‘S scars are even more burning…

　　…He forced himself to go through a slit in a window like a snake and land, like water vapor in a cell…to the room…

　　 The prisoners landed on a country road, and they bumped into each other because they didn’t hear the battle.

　　 Fanlin wanted to stabilize his figure, but he was severely dragged and staggered again. Obviously, Fanlin had given the Death Eaters enough psychological shadow.

　　 Werewolf Greyback, Akare brothers and sisters, plus countless injured vampires, and an arm of Snape.

　　 Countless times escaped under Voldemort and even injured the Dark Lord, the record tells everything.

　　 Harry’s eyes were still swollen, he spent some time adjusting to the new environment, and then he saw a double-open wrought iron gate at the intersection of a avenue that looked like a long track.

　　 Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 The worst has not happened yet: Voldemort is not here. Because Harry had been resisting the image, he knew that Voldemort was now in some strange fortress, on top of a tower. Once Voldemort knew that Harry was here, how long it would take him to arrive is another question…

　　 A hunter strode to the door and shook the door.

　　 “How do we get in? The door is locked, Skyber, I can’t…ah!”

　　 The hunter withdrew his hand in surprise.

　　 The door was twisting, twisting into a curl, the iron was twisting, and finally curled into a terrifying face, it said with an echoing clang. “State your intentions!”

　　 “We caught Potter!” Skyber yelled, bragging his chest. “We have captured Harry Potter!”

　　 The door opened.

　　 “Quick!” said Skyber’s opponent, as the prisoners were escorted through the gate, onto the main road, and through the hedge.

　　 Malfoy’s manor is still very interesting. Fanlin didn’t struggle and Voldemort wasn’t here, so it was considered safe. Fanlin saw the white ghost-like thing on his head, and then realized it was just a peacock.

　　 I have to admit that even though the Malfoy family has fallen into disarray, it is still better than most noble families.

　　 Fanlin can guarantee that the Malfoy family must be of Muggle descent, otherwise the power inherited in the bloodline cannot be lost at all. Just look at Voldemort. Although there are emotional defects, there is no doubt about the talent.

　　 In the days when Voldemort was away, the Malfoy family was definitely the backbone of the nobility.

　　 Anyway, Fanlin has never seen anyone raising a peacock in the UK. Perhaps this is the facade. It was shown off more than once when Draco was young.

　　 Harry staggered in front, but was dragged to his feet by Skyber; now he was tied back to back with four other prisoners and walked along the side of the road staggeringly. Closing his swollen eyes, he let the pain of the scar overcome him for a while, because he wanted to know what Voldemort was doing now, did he know Harry was caught?

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The thin figure curled up under the thin blanket, the blanket opened towards him, the skull-like face, the eyes opened… The thin man sat up, staring at him with deep eyes, staring at Voldemort, he Laughed. Most of his teeth are gone…

　　 “Then, here you are. I knew you would… someday. But it is meaningless for you to come here. I never had it.”

“You lied!” When Voldemort’s anger throbbed in his body, Harry’s scar warned of the outbreak of pain, and he violently twisted his mind back to his own body, as the prisoners were pushed through to pieces. When Shilu, he was trying his best to keep his mind in place. A burst of light illuminated all of them.

　　 “What’s the matter?” a woman said in a cold voice.

　　 “We are here to meet him… great master!” Skyber replied in a harsh voice.

“who are you?”

　　 “You know me!” There was a burst of resentment in Skyber’s voice. “I’m Skybird! We caught Harry Potter!”

　　Sgaber grabbed Harry, dragged his body so that his face was facing the light, which caused the other prisoners to be dragged along.

　　 “I know he looks swollen, ma’am, but this is him!” Skyber said ~www.mtlnovel.com~ boasted. “If you look closer, you can see his scars. Also, here, ma’am, have you seen this girl? The Mudblood that traveled with him, and this, swollen pig-headed guy, this It’s that Fanlin El.”

　　 Hearing this, Narcissa’s eyebrows trembled, she looked at Fanlin, and Fanlin tried to squeeze a smile.

However, with Shang Fanlin’s swollen face, it was obvious that this scared Narcissa. As a noble lady who had lived in the manor since childhood, the appearance of Fanlin and Harry was absolutely unprecedented for Narcissa. New experience ever.

　　 “There is no doubt that these are them, and we got their wands! Here, madam!”

　　 Greyback raised Van Lin’s necklace and Harry’s wand.

　　 Harry saw through his swollen eyelids that Narcissa Malfoy was examining closely.

　　Sgaber stretched out two magic wands and Fanlin’s necklace to her. She raised her eyebrows.

　　 “Bring them in” Narcissa said. Fanlin, Harry and others pushed up the wide stone steps and walked to the corridor with rows of portraits.

　　 “Come with me,” Narcissa said, leading them through the hall. “My son, Draco, will go home for Easter. If it were Harry Potter, he would know.”

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