Chapter 1292

"It looks like they are having a very exciting time now!" Vanlin shrugged his shoulders. He was lucky to hear Fred's voices, but they had just moved, right?

"I really want to know their specific situation." Harry said, sitting up straight. The long-standing fatigue seemed to be swept away. Perhaps it was because Fred's jokes were good, or because Lupin was with Tonks.

"I'm still worried!" Hermione hesitated and said.

"You mean, Ron?" Vanlin paused. If Fred appeared on the radio, then where was Ron who left them?

Has he returned to the Burrow, or...

"Yes, I thought we could get news from him!"

"Maybe he was just...just disappointed with us." Harry said, which made him feel bad again. "Maybe Lee Jordan invited him, but he didn't plan to..."

Suddenly, a sound similar to breaking glass broke their train of thought.

The problem is that they live in...a tent?

"Spell!" Vanlin jumped up from the ground, "Someone broke the spell outside!"

Before he finished speaking, a noisy sound came from outside.

Suddenly, the three people were filled with nervousness.

For so long, they had never discovered it, but Harry had heard some other sounds, but that was only outside the spell they set up, not like now...

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

Hermione picked up the wand and pointed it at the jar, and the warm flame was extinguished immediately. Fan Lin also reacted and took out the light extinguisher left by Ron and turned off the light, and the convertible fell into darkness.

"Don't make a sound!"

...

"Raise your hands and come out of the tent!" A harsh voice came from the darkness. "We know you are there! There are half a dozen wands pointing at you, we don't care who will be hurt!"

"It's the Death Eaters..." After a brief exchange, Fan Lin felt that the current situation was very bad.

They were just three wizards. Roughly estimated, there were no less than a dozen different magic fluctuations outside the door...

Did they encounter a sweep by the Death Eaters?

Maybe it was because of their bad luck, but Fanlin felt that these Death Eaters intensified their search because of Lovegood's matter.

They were too careless to think that Harry had set up a few simple spells...

Wait...Why was it Harry who set up...

They were too careless.

"There are at least twelve people outside the door..." Fanlin lowered his voice, "If we make any move, we will definitely..."

"I don't want to say it a second time, raise your hands and walk out!" A voice outside the door shouted.

"We have to find a way to leave..."

"We may not be able to leave, Harry...We are surrounded!" Fanlin said bitterly, "I hope you can accept it!"

"What?"

Harry didn't react, a flash of light passed by, he bent down painfully, and couldn't see anything. When the heavy footsteps approached, he could feel his face swelling rapidly under his palm.

"I really don't like this!" Fanlin muttered. Hearing the people outside rushing in, Fanlin's face also hurt, and several bumps quickly twisted his face...

"Get up, little bastard."

Someone's hand rudely pulled Fanlin off the ground. Before he could stop him, someone had already searched his pockets.

"Where's your wand, kid!"

"My wand is broken..." Fanlin said with a cold breath. He grabbed his face in extreme pain and felt that the face under his fingers was unrecognizable, tight and swollen, as if he had a serious skin allergy.

"I'm such a fool, I actually believed in Fred's spell!" Fanlin thought angrily in his heart, struggling hard, and then took the opportunity to hang the shrunken wand back on his neck!

Wand?

That thing is not there, but the necklace counts!

"Do you think I will believe it!" The man who grabbed Fanlin's arm said gloomily, while pushing Fanlin hard with his hands.

Hermione's wand had been taken away a long time ago, and now the two of them were being pushed together.

The cold light lit up the tent. Only then did Fanlin see Harry's face clearly. It looked like he had been beaten up. If the Potters were standing here now, they would definitely not recognize that this was their son.

"So, what's wrong with your faces!"

A Death Eater in charge stood up. Fanlin had seen this face before. When he was in the Ministry of Magic, in the Auror's office... Alex's men.

"Just a while ago, I did a potion experiment..." Fanlin said, and he thought of Neville, "I tried to configure some... Wolfsbane potion, sir... You should know the consequences of failure. We were not prepared enough, and even blew up my wand!"

"Wolfsbane potion? What are you doing with this?"

"Gold coins... Sir, we need to make some money..."

"I will know whether what you said is true or false..."

"Search here!"

At the command, seven or eight Death Eaters around took action together, leaving five people to watch them...

"Name!"

"Aceby Modred!" Fanlin answered quickly.

"Okay, Modre..." The man took out a list and read it carefully, "What a disappointing news. You are not on the list, so, next..."

"Heqi Bass!"

"There is no...next...you..."

The man paused and looked at Harry carefully, which made Harry's heart rise to his throat.

"May I have your name!"

Just when Fan Lin was considering whether to resist and rush out with Hermione and others, a Death Eater quickly ran over, holding a wand with two broken sections in his hand.

"Is this your wand?" the man turned around and asked.

"Yes, of course!" Fan Lin replied affirmatively, "The crucible blew up my wand..."

"I don't need an explanation!"

A fist kept enlarging in front of Fan Lin's eyes so that Fan Lin had no time to dodge. Fortunately, Fan Lin turned his face and the fist did not hit Fan Lin's nose, but this also made Fan Lin stagger. .

"Shut your mouth, kid!" the man said viciously, "Now, tell me!"

He pointed at Harry.

"name!"

"Dudley...Dudley Vernon." Harry lowered his head and looked at the man's boots.

"Dudley Vernon?"

"Your name is not on the list..."

"Of course, I mean...who is there?" Harry asked, but the man didn't speak. He just glanced at what Harry was writing while lowering his head.

"Take them out first and tie them with some little guys..."

The Death Eaters pushed the three of them hard towards the outside of the tent. At one point... Fan Lin even thought he had a chance to break away and rescue them all. However, it was just a thought, and soon Fan Lin The idea was shoved into the trash heap.

There were no fewer than ten Death Eaters holding torches outside. This was a large search party.

There are really a lot of Death Eaters.

The person behind suddenly pulled Fan Lin up by his hair, dragged him for a short distance, pushed him to sit down, and then began to tie him back to back with the others.

Fan Lin tried to calm down. Fortunately, he was not too far away from Hermione, which made Fan Lin feel relieved. Maybe the Death Eaters didn't recognize her, after all, the bounty did not fall on her head.

After the man who finally kidnapped them walked away, Fan Lin spoke in a low voice to the other prisoners.

"How are you two..."

"They took my wand away." Hermione whispered, leaning closer to Fanlin.

"Me too..." Harry whispered.

"You shouldn't ask him more questions..."

"I mean……"

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

"Harry? Fanlin?"

"Dean?"

There was no way to communicate too much, but the appearance of Dean, who had disappeared on the radio, shocked them.

Looks like Dean got separated from his little posse...

"It's really you!" Dean said in shock, "If they find out who they have captured... uh... they are hunters, they are just looking for escapees to sell them for gold..."

"It's not a bad harvest in one night." The Death Eaters who tied up Fanlin at first walked to Harry on a pair of boots with hobnails. They heard more banging sounds from the tent. "A Muggle brother and sister, a lunatic and these escapees. Did you check their names on the list, Taris?" he shouted.

"Yeah, there's no guy named Vernon Dudley, Scarborough."

"Interesting," Skye said grimly. "That was really fun."

He knelt down next to Harry, and through the tiny gap left between the swollen eyelids, Harry saw a pale face with heavily made-up eyes and a slight twist.

He seemed to be particularly interested in Harry, and didn't even pay attention to Fan Lin and the other two.

"So you're not wanted, Vernon? Or are you another name on the list? Yes. Or are you on a different directory? You look like you're still in school, why are you here?"

"Runaway, sir!" Harry turned away.

The man didn't pay attention, "So, you did go to school, so, can you tell me which house of Hogwarts you are in?"

"Slytherin," Harry said automatically.

"Interesting, they all thought we wanted to hear that answer." Skylar cast a malicious look from the shadows. "But none of them can tell us where the Slytherin common room is."

"In the dungeons," Harry said clearly. "You go through that wall and it's full of skulls and stuff, and it's on the bottom of a lake, so the light is all green."

There was a brief pause.

"Okay, okay, it looks like we really caught a Slytherin." Talis said. "Good for you, Vernon, because not many Slytherins are Mudbloods. So who is your father?"

"He works for the Ministry of Magic," Harry lied. He knew that even a small investigation would expose his whole story, but on the other hand, he could only do this and try not to stir up trouble until his face returned to its normal appearance. "Ministry of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."

"You know, Taris," Skybur said. "I think there's a guy named Dudley in there."

Harry could barely breathe: would he be lucky, absolutely lucky to get them out of here safely?

"If you are telling the truth, ugly boy, you have nothing to fear from a trip to the Ministry. I expect your father to reward us for picking you."

"But," said Harry, his mouth dry, "if you just let us..."

"Hey!" came a voice from the tent inside: "Look at this. Skylar!"

A black figure hurried towards them and approached them. Fanlin saw a flash of silver light in the light from their wands. They had discovered the Sword of Gryffindor.

"Very - very - very beautiful." Scape said appreciatively, taking the sword from his companion. "Oh, very nice indeed. Looks like it was made by goblins. Where did you get something like this?"

"It was my father's," Harry lied, hoping against hope that it would be too dark for Skylar to see the name etched on the underside of the hilt. "We borrowed it..."

Harry was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"Let's put the matter at hand first, Scape! Look at this, it's written in the Daily Prophet!"

As Taris said this, Harry's scar suddenly stretched close to his swollen forehead, burning fiercely.

He saw something clearer than anything he could identify around him. He saw a towering building, a gloomy castle, dark and forbidding: Voldemort's thoughts suddenly became clear again. Incomparable; he was gliding towards the huge building with a happy purpose... getting closer... getting closer...

Harry used great willpower to close the connection between himself and Voldemort's thoughts, and pulled his thoughts back to where he was sitting, tied together with Fanlin, Hermione, Dean and Griphook in the dark, listening. Talking to Taris and Scape.

"Hermione Granger," Scarborough read, "the Mudblood who is known to be traveling with Harry Potter."

Harry's scar burned silently, but he tried his best to keep his consciousness where it was without slipping into Voldemort's thoughts. He heard the squeak of Scape's boots and he knelt down in front of Hermione.

"You know what, little girl? This picture looks a lot like you."

"Hey, this is my sister...I mean, we're just...well...outsiders, not you..."

"I didn't ask you!" Sgaib gave Fan Lin a cordial greeting again.

"Is it you?"

Hermione's face kept enlarging in front of Hermione's eyes. This felt strange...

"No...it's not me!" Hermione said pretending to be calm, but it was of no use.

"Interesting!" Sgaib said and stood up. Obviously, he was sure of his idea.

"As far as everyone knows, there are two other people traveling with Harry Potter," Scarborough said quietly, "Hermione Granger, a Muggle-born girl, and Fan Lin. Al...a dangerous boy..."

Fan Lin rolled his eyes, but his swollen eyes obviously couldn't see such a complicated movement.

What do you mean, a dangerous boy?

If there weren't too many of you, I could knock you all down one by one on the spot...

However, it is clear that no one intends to defend Fan Lin now, and the surroundings are silent.

Harry's scar was extremely painful, but he fought with all his strength against the pull of Voldemort's mind. There is no moment more important than staying in your own thoughts right now.

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