Chapter 1295

Bellatrix stood up, panting slightly, looking down at the sword in her hand, examining its hilt. Then she looked back at the silent prisoner.

"If he is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed," Bella murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. "The Dark Lord wants to deal with Potter himself...but if he finds out...I must...I must know..."

She turned once more to her sister.

"The prisoner must be put in the cellar, and then I will figure out what to do!"

"This is my house, Bella, you can't kill me in my house..." Lucius looked very angry.

"Get out of the way! You have no idea how dangerous we are now!" Bellatrix screamed. She looked horrified and deranged, a burst of fire bursting from her wand and burning a hole in the carpet.

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then ordered Skylar: "Move these prisoners to the cellar, Skylar."

"Wait a minute," Bellatrix said sharply, "Everyone, except... except, this man."

Lucius's body froze, and he looked in the direction of Bellatrix's finger with some uncertainty.

"he?"

"Yes, now is a good opportunity, isn't it!" Bellatrix smiled, which made Lucius speechless. He really didn't want to have any contact with Fan Lin. From the sound of Fan Lin's voice in his The moment he heard the sound in his head, Lucius wanted to throw all these people out the door.

What the hell is the Dark Lord... Now except for Bella, there is no one to communicate with.

That's a lunatic, a complete lunatic.

"No!" Harry shouted, "Don't you want me? You can keep me, keep me!"

Bellatrix slapped Harry: an immediate echo echoed around the room.

"No!" Hermione screamed, "What are you doing!"

"What to do? Of course it's an interrogation!" Bellatrix said, "Two mudbloods, if this kid dies during the interrogation, it will be your turn next."

"Take them downstairs, Skye, and make sure they're safe, and don't do anything else...yet."

She threw Skipper's wand back to him, then took out a short silver knife from under her robe, cut the rope connecting Fanlin and the others, and dragged Fanlin by the collar behind him to the center of the hall. .

And Scape dragged the remaining people through another door and into a dark passage. His wand pointed forward, fighting against an invisible and irresistible force.

"Perhaps you will never see him again, right? I have never seen a prisoner who came out intact from the hands of this madman Bellatrix. Many of them have either gone crazy or will never be seen again. When it comes, maybe Bella will feed him to the werewolf."

Harry could feel Hermione shuddering. They were led down to a very steep staircase, still tied back to back, in constant danger of slipping and breaking their necks. At the bottom they saw a heavy door.

Skylar opened it with a flick of his wand, forcing them into a leaky, moldy room and leaving them in complete darkness. Before the echo of the slammed cellar door had died away, a terrible scream came from above them.

"Fallin!" Harry roared, and he began to writhe, struggling to break free of the ropes that tied them. "Fallin!" Hermione swayed as a result.

In fact, Harry couldn't even feel Hermione's weight, it was like a piece of paper, and the girl was a little distracted.

"Oh, damn!" Harry tried hard to open his arms. If Hagrid was here, there would be absolutely no problem. Hagrid could easily break free of the rope by his own strength.

But he's not Hagrid, Harry can't help it, he doesn't even...

"Calm down... Fan Lin... Fan Lin will be fine..." Hermione choked as she said, "He's waiting for us... waiting for us to save him... We need a plan, we have to find a way …”

"Harry?" Suddenly, someone whispered in the darkness, "Hermione? Is that you?"

The two of them froze in place, no one was sure what was in Malfoy's dungeon.

A moving sound approached them, and then Harry saw a shadow approaching them. "Harry? Hermione?"

"Luna?"

"Yes, it's me! Oh no, I can't believe you were caught too!" Luna said, walking out of the darkness and catching the faint light source at the door. Harry could vaguely see Luna's outline. .

"Oh, it's so nice to see you," Hermione choked, "Luna, can you help us untie these thick ropes?"

"Oh, yes, I wish... there was an old nail we could use if we had to break something... in a minute..."

At this moment, Fan Lin's painful roar came from upstairs. It seemed that Bella and the others did this intentionally. Fan Lin's voice was extremely clear. Hermione had never heard it like this...

They heard Bellatrix screaming too, but couldn't hear her words clearly. For a moment, Hermione's tear ducts seemed to burst, "Fan Lin..."

Hermione was sobbing quietly, and her whole body was about to collapse. Harry hurried over and pressed his body against Hermione.

"Fan Lin is also up there?"

"Oh, yes, Luna, we have to save him... please hurry up..." Harry said anxiously, and Fanlin's painful roar hit Harry's heart like a heavy hammer. .

In Harry's memory, nothing had ever hit Fanlin, but now...

Ever since I left Hogwarts, things seemed to be developing out of control. I was injured again and again, my health got worse and worse, and my friends left...

"Harry..." Suddenly, a weak voice came from the darkness. The voice was very familiar to Harry, but for a moment Harry couldn't remember it. To be precise, Harry couldn't hear it clearly...

"Luo... Ron... is that you, Ron..."

A tall figure squeezed out of the darkness and supported Harry and Hermione.

"It's really you, Ron!" Harry said in disbelief. This was really too familiar to him, "How did you..."

"After I left that day, I went to look for other people first..." Ron said a little unspeakably, "I found Bill and stayed there for a while..."

"You shouldn't have come out..." Harry shook his head, "It's so hard for you..."

"But...I think I should follow you. I know I did something wrong...so...then I...I have been following you from a distance..." Ron whispered, "Forgive me, I'll find you I've been looking for you for more than a month, but I haven't found you..."

"..." Harry didn't speak. He didn't know how to face Ron. He even dropped Dumbledore's Deluminator.

Perhaps he wanted to leave it to them in the hope that Dumbledore's Deluminator would bring some help to their small team, but...

"I have been looking for you. In fact, Bill is very tolerant of me, and Fleur is also very kind to me, but I feel... Later, I followed our footprints to find you, and I guessed where you might go... "Ron whispered, trying to help Harry untie the rope, while Hermione was a little absent-minded, and she completely ignored Ron...

Ron was still talking to himself, just like before, but Harry didn't know what was going on in his heart, as if he was being picked up by someone, and it was hard for him to breathe. He tried to let himself think, but now he I can't imagine Ron's...efforts...to find them...

"But I didn't guess, you know...I might really not be suitable...Later, during a disembodiment, I moved to the search team...There were many people, and I couldn't do anything, and then they arrested them Come on Luna... let's go together..."

Harry lowered his head in confusion. He didn't want to see Ron here, the Burrow or anywhere else, or even Hogwarts...anywhere would be fine, but not this...

"Can you help us clear up the noise?" Harry's throat was a little hoarse, "I need to go up and save Fan Lin now, he needs me..."

Ron was stunned for a moment, his hands trembling slightly, "Fan Lin stayed up there..."

Harry didn't answer, but looked expectantly in Luna's direction.

"Mr. Ollivander?" Harry heard Luna say. "Mr. Ollivander, have you got the nail? If you move just a little bit more... I think it's right next to the kettle."

She came back seconds later.

"Don't move," she said. Harry could feel her scraping at the fibers of the thick rope, trying to loosen the knot. They heard Bellatrix's voice coming from the second floor.

"Let me ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?"

"Maybe it doesn't like you...isn't it, Bellatrix..."

Fanlin wailed in pain again, and Harry felt his body trembling, heartbreaking and bone-crushing...

Harry had seen Fan Lin suffer this spell before, but Harry had never heard Fan Lin in such pain. Even when he was in second or third grade, Fan Lin couldn't scream...

Harry struggled harder than ever before, and the rusty nails even pricked Harry's wrists.

"Oh Hermione... calm down... please don't move!" Luna choked and whispered, "I can't see what I'm doing."

"My pocket!" Hermione said suddenly, "There is a deluminator in my pocket, which is full of light. Fanlin put it here for me!"

A few seconds later, there was a click sound, and the light absorbed by the deluminator from the tent lights formed many light balls that emitted cold light and illuminated the entire cellar. They could no longer refocus the light, they just hung there, like little suns, filling the cellar with light.

Harry saw the large eyes in Luna's pale face and the motionless wandmaker Ollivander, huddled on the floor in the corner. He looked up and around and saw the other prisoners: Dean and the goblin Griphook, who was barely conscious, standing with the human tied to him.

Ron took two steps back. Compared to when he first left, Ron looked even more vicissitudes of life now.

Dust, stains...the blackened clothes looked tattered and the beard on his face reminded Harry of Hagrid, the unkempt gamekeeper.

"Oh, that's much easier, thank you, Hermione," Luna said, returning to sharpening the rope that bound them.

"I'm here to help you..." Ron was a little flustered. He wanted to help but he didn't know what to do.

Bellatrix's voice came from above. "You're lying, filthy Mudblood, I know it! You've been in my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth! Tell the truth!"

There was another painful cry...

"Oh..." Hermione's body completely collapsed, and Harry couldn't even hold Hermione up this time.

"What else did you get? What else did you get? Tell me the truth, otherwise I swear, I will torture you to death with this knife!"

"Okay!" Harry felt the thick rope spin and loosen, rubbing his wrist. He ignored Ron who was at a loss with the Deluminator in his hand. He looked up at the low ceiling, looking for the trap door.

Dean, whose face was bruised and bloody, said to Luna: "Thank you!" and then stood there trembling; while Griphook collapsed on the floor, looking as if he was drunk and unconscious, with a dark face. Lots of whip marks.

Harry tried to apparate without a wand. He had seen Fan Lin and Dumbledore do it before.

"You can't get out of this, Harry," Luna said calmly, watching him make useless efforts. "The cellar is completely escape-proof. I tried it at first. Mr. Ollivander has been here a long time and he's tried everything."

Fan Lin began to wail in pain again. Harry could tell that Fan Lin wanted to hold the sound in his body, but it was extremely clear in his ears. Harry felt that he could even hear Fan Lin's teeth grinding. The sound made Harry feel that he was suffering from the same pain.

Barely aware of the intense pain in his scar, he too began to run around the cellar, feeling at the walls to find a way out, but knowing in his heart that it was of no use.

"What else did you get? What else? Answer me! Cut out your bones!" Finally, Fan Lin's voice couldn't be suppressed anymore, and the heart-rending shouts echoed on the walls of the second floor. Hermione stood up like It was Harry who was banging on the door like crazy, clawing at the walls and ceiling of their cell and nothing else from his neck in utter despair.

Ron pulled Hermione away, but Hermione seemed to have lost all her strength and fell to the floor.

"Bella...Bellatrix...X...you are...crazy..."

"ah……"

"How did you get into my vault?" they heard Bellatrix scream. "Did that dirty goblin in the cellar help you?"

"Hey……"

"Stop, Bella! Stop!" Harry heard Lucius's voice. He was a little surprised. He was surprised why Lucius wanted to stop Bellatrix, but it had never happened before. Harry felt that Lucius wanted to stop Bellatrix. Hughes was so friendly.

"We can... we can find out!" Lucius said, "Draco, bring the goblin here, he can tell us whether the sword is real!"

Harry bolted across the cellar to where Griphook lay.

"Griphook," he whispered into the goblin's pointed ears, "you must tell them that the sword is a fake. They must not know that it is real. Griphook, please..."

He heard someone opening the cellar door; then, Draco's trembling voice came from outside the door: "Stand back. Stand in a row facing the wall. Don't do anything stupid, or I will kill you!"

They did so, and before the door opened, Ron extinguished the Deluminator and put it in his pocket, returning the cellar to darkness.

The door opened and Malfoy walked in, his wand raised to his chest, his face pale and determined. He grabbed the goblin's arm and dragged Griphook away.

The door slammed shut with a loud crack in the cellar.

Ron turned on the Deluminator. Three balls of light returned from his pocket to the cellar. Dobby the house-elf suddenly appeared between them.

"More than!"

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