HP Magic Biography

It seems that they are living a very exciting life now! Fan Lin shrugged his shoulders. He was quite lucky to hear Fred's voice, but they just moved, didn't they?

I really want to know their specific situation. Harry said, sitting upright, his long-term fatigue seemed to be swept away, maybe Fred's joke was not bad, or it was because Lupine was with him Tonks side.

I'm still worried! Hermione said hesitantly.

You mean, Ron? Fan Lin paused. If Fred appeared on the radio, where is Ron who left them?

Did he go back to the Burrow, or...

That's right, I thought we'd be able to get news of him!

Maybe he's just...just disappointed in us, said Harry, which made him feel bad again. Maybe Lee Jordan invited him, but he didn't intend to...

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

The problem is they live in... tents?

Curse! Fan Lin jumped up from the ground, Someone broke the curse outside!

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

All of a sudden, tension filled the brains of the three people.

They hadn't noticed it for so long, but Harry had heard some other voices, and it was just outside the spell they had placed, not like now...

The originally warm atmosphere cooled down, and the hut with orange light in his eyes seemed to be brought back to reality, cold gray...

Hermione pointed at the jar with her wand, and the warm flame went out immediately. Fan Lin also reacted, took out the extinguisher left by Ron and extinguished the light, and the hood was plunged into darkness.

Shut up!

...

Raise your hands and come out of the tent! A piercing voice came from the darkness. We know you're there! Half a dozen wands are pointed at you, and we don't care who it hurts!

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

They are just three wizards. Roughly, there are no fewer than a dozen different magic power fluctuations...

Did they run into a raid by Death Eaters?

Perhaps it was because of their bad luck, but Fan Lin felt that these Death Eaters stepped up their search because of Lovegood's affairs.

They were so careless that they thought Harry's simple spells...

Wait...why did Harry arrange...

There are too many places where they neglected.

There are at least twelve people outside the door... Fan Lin lowered his voice, We will definitely...

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

We've got to find a way to get out of...

We may not be able to leave, Harry...we are surrounded! Fan Lin said bitterly,

I hope you can accept it!

What?

Harry didn't react, there was a flash of light, and he bent down in pain, unable to see anything. He could feel his face swell rapidly under his palms as heavy footsteps approached.

I really don't like this! Fan Lin muttered, listening to the people outside rushing in, Fan Lin's face also felt pain, and several bulges quickly distorted his face...

Get up, little bastard.

Somebody's hand roughly dragged Fan Lin off the ground, and before he stopped, someone was already rummaging through his pockets.

Where's your wand, boy!

My wand is broken... Fan Lindao gasped, scratching his face in extreme pain, feeling that the face under his fingers was unrecognizable, tight and swollen, as if he had a serious illness Skin allergies.

What an idiot I am, to believe in Fred's spell! Fan Lin thought angrily, struggling vigorously, and took the opportunity to hang the shrunken magic wand back around his neck!

wand?

That thing is not there, but does the necklace count?

You think I'll believe it! The man who grabbed Fan Lin's arm said somberly, pushing Fan Lin vigorously with his hands.

Hermione had been stripped of her wand long ago, and now the two of them were being pushed together.

The cold light lit up the tent, and only then did Fan Lin see Harry's face clearly, as if he had been beaten violently. If the Potters were standing here now, they would definitely not recognize that this was his son.

So, what's going on with your two faces!

A Death Eater in charge stood up, Fan Lin had seen this face before, when he was in the Ministry of Magic, the Auror office... Alex's subordinate.

Just a while ago, I made a potion experiment... Fan Lin said, he thought of Neville, try to concoct some... wolfbane potion, sir...you should know the consequences of failure, we are not prepared enough , and even blew up my wand!

Wolf Potion? What are you doing with this?

Gold coins... sir, we need to make some money...

I'll know if what you said is true or not...

Search here!

With an order, seven or eight Death Eaters around them moved together, leaving five people watching them...

name!

Esby Modley! Fan Lin quickly replied.

Okay, Mordre... The man took out a list and read it carefully, It's really disappointing news, you are not on the list, then, the next one...

He Qi Bass!

No... next... you...

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

May I have your name!

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

Is this your wand? the man asked over his shoulder.

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

I don't need an explanation!

A fist kept growing in front of Fan Lin's eyes so that Fan Lin had no time to dodge it. Fortunately, Fan Lin turned his face and the fist didn't hit Fan Lin's nose, but it 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 looked down 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, just glanced at what Harry was writing with his head down.

Take them out first, and tie them with those little guys...

The Death Eaters pushed the three of them to the outside of the tent. At one point...Fan Lin even thought he had a chance to break free and rescue them all, but it was just a thought, and soon Fan Lin put The idea went to the trash heap.

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

The number of Death Eaters is really quite a lot.

The person behind suddenly yanked Fan Lin's hair 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.

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

After the man who tied them finally walked away, Fan Lin whispered to the other prisoners.

You two...how are you...

They took my wand. Hermione said softly, leaning towards Fan Lin.

Me too... Harry whispered.

You shouldn't be asking him more...

I mean……

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

Harry? Fan Lin?

Dean?

There was no way to communicate too much, but the appearance of Dean, who disappeared on the radio, still gave them a jump.

Looks like Dean got lost with his little team...

It's really you! Dean said in shock, if they find out they've got someone...uh...they're Snatchers, they're just looking for refugees to sell them for gold...

It's not a bad night's harvest. The Death Eaters who tied Fan Lin at the beginning walked to Harry's side in pairs of hobnailed boots, and they heard more banging sounds from the tent. A Muggle brother and sister, a Ugly imp and these refugees. Have you checked their names on the list, Taris? he growled.

Yes, there's no Vernon Dudley, Scaber.

Interesting, Scabber said grimly. That's really interesting.

He squatted down beside Harry, who saw through the tiny gap left between the swollen eyelids a pale, slightly contorted face with heavily made-up eyes.

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

So you're not wanted, Vernon? Or are you another name on the list? On. Or are you on a different directory? Looks like you're still in school. Why are you here?

Run away from home, sir! Harry turned his head away.

The man didn't care, So, you did go to school, so, can you tell me which Hogwarts house you were in?

Slytherin, Harry said automatically.

Interesting, they all thought we wanted to hear that answer. Scabber cast a malicious glance 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, and it's full of skulls and stuff, and it's at the bottom of the lake, so the light is all green.

There was a brief pause.

Okay, okay, it looks like we did catch a Slytherin, Talis said. It's good for you, Vernon, because not many Slytherins are Mudbloods. So who's your father?

He works for the Ministry of Magic. Harry lied. He knew that even a small investigation would unravel his whole story, but on the other hand, he had to do it, try not to mess it up, until his face returned to normal. Ministry of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

You know, Taris, Scabber said. I think there's a Dudley in there.

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

If you're telling the truth, Ugly Boy, you needn't be afraid to go to the Ministry of Magic. I expect your father to reward us for picking you up.

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

Hey! a voice called from the tent inside: Look at this. Scabb!

A black figure hurried towards them and approached them, Fan Lin saw a silver light flickering in the light from their wands. They had found the sword of Gryffindor.

Very-very-beautiful. Scabber 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 belonged to my father, Harry lied, hoping against hope that it would be too dark for Scabber to see the name etched on the underside of the hilt. We borrowed it to...

Harry was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Leave what you're doing, Scabber! Look at this, it's in the Daily Prophet!

As Taris said this, Harry's scar suddenly stretched against his swollen forehead, burning violently.

He saw more clearly than he could make out anything around himself, a towering building, a spooky castle, black and menacing: Voldemort's mind suddenly became clear again Incomparable; he was gliding towards the gigantic building with a pleasant purpose... getting closer... getting closer...

With a tremendous effort of will, Harry shut himself off from Voldemort's mind, pulled his mind back to where he sat, tied up in the dark with Van Lin, Hermione, Dean, and Griphook, listening Watch Talis talk to Scabber.

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

Harry's scar was silently aching, but he did his best to keep his mind where it was and not slip into Voldemort's thoughts. He heard the creak of Scabber's boots, and he crouched 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...um...outsiders, not you...

I didn't ask you! Scabber once again gave Fan Lin a cordial greeting.

Is that you?

Hermione's face was constantly enlarged in front of Hermione's eyes, which felt strange...

No...not me! Hermione said with force of composure, but it didn't help.

Interesting! Scabber said, standing up, obviously sure of his own thoughts.

As far as everyone knows, there are two other people who are traveling with Harry Potter, Scabber said quietly, Hermione Granger, a girl born of Muggles, and Valin... Al... a dangerous kid...

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

What do you mean, a dangerous boy?

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

However, now obviously no one intends to defend Fan Lin, and the surroundings are silent.

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

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