HP Magic Biography

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So, you are Valin El, right? This is not your wand, I'm right, so, where is your wand?

Fan Lin ignored Scabber's words, I think you must have made a mistake, that is my wand.

Holly, phoenix's tail feather... Scaber smelled meaningfully, This is not your wand, boy, let me guess, where is your wand? Taris...

There was almost no resistance, and Fan Lin suddenly felt his clothes being ripped apart.

Hey, wait, you can't do this!

If I'm right...

Then, one hand grabbed his necklace and pulled it hard...

Obviously not, how lucky I am! Scabber looked at the necklace in his hand. Then, the next one...

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

Fan Lin felt a little unreal.

After they took out Hermione's portrait, Fan Lin felt a little bad. These Death Eaters had discovered them. To be exact, they were using their brains?

This is not in line with their positioning.

Or, has their research on a few of them reached this point?

Fan Lin seldom took off his wand from his neck in front of outsiders. How did this Scabber...

Well, that changes things a bit, doesn't it? Scabber whispered.

There was no response from anyone around, and Fan Lin also became quiet, and began to think about how to escape.

Without the support of the magic wand, the wizard's spellcasting level will be greatly reduced, and some wizards can't release the spell at all. Fortunately, the Philosopher's Stone is still in hand, and the clothes are thick enough to cover it up, but even It is full of magic power, if the spell cannot be broken...

It's no problem to solve one or two, but the search team has more than 20 people...

How many do you hit with your bare hands, and then use some magic spells with suddenly reduced power?

This seems unrealistic...

Harry felt the Stalkers staring blankly, and he felt Hermione shivering against his arm.

Scabber stood up, took a few steps to where Harry was sitting, and crouched down again to peer carefully at his deformed face.

So... what's this on your forehead, Vernon? he asked softly, his breath directed at Harry's nostrils, and pressed a dirty finger to the scar.

Don't touch it! Harry yelled; he couldn't help himself, he thought he was going to throw up in pain.

You wear glasses, I suppose, Potter? Scabel asked in a low voice.

I found glasses! shouted a Seeker, all behind.

There are glasses in the tent, Scabber, wait a minute... After a moment, Harry's broken glasses were put back on his face. The Seekers were leaning in to stare at him.

Harry saw Scabber's face distorted with surprise zooming in before his eyes, which was definitely not a good thing, Scabber was so close that Harry could feel him. Heavy breathing.

That's him! Scabber said harshly. We've got Potter! They all stepped back, stunned by what they found.

Harry, who was trying to make his consciousness ache like a split brain, couldn't think of any words to respond. Fragmentary images are being broken into pieces in his consciousness...

He's hiding around the black castle walls...

No, he's Harry, tied up and wandless, in dire straits...

An old man is looking up, to the tallest window, the tallest tower...

He was Harry, and they were discussing his fate in low voices, with Van Lin and Hermione nearby... and, Dean!

Harry tried his best to stay awake, but the intermittent images made it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Now where is this going?

In Fan Lin's eyes, Harry's body was shaking all the time, like charcoal burning red in the night, and the scar on Harry's head was so eye-catching.

Voldemort is wiring Harry's brain!

Hope Harry makes it through...

Thinking of this, Fan Lin looked at Scabber, resistance is futile, he can leave, but he can't take Hermione and Harry away together, he needs a chance, but now the bigger problem is out of the way in front of Scabber.

To the Ministry of Magic?

Damn the Ministry of Magic, Scabber growled. They will keep their promises. This is almost crazier than making me commit suicide. We should bring it directly to the master.

You're calling him here? Talis asked, his voice full of fear and horror.

No, Scarborough laughed frantically, If I summon Master, then Alex will definitely come. You know, this is one and a half million Galleons. I don't believe him.

Having said that, Talis swallowed, So...

They say he's using Malfoy's home as a base now. Let's take them there, at least Bella won't fight, and as for Malfoy...Lucius doesn't have the guts to do that now.

Lucius is so miserable?

In the past, before Voldemort returned, people like Scabber were no different from beggars in Lucius' eyes, but now, Malfoy's name is being called around by a small boss of.

Compared with the situation here, Harry seems to have sunk deeper, and his scar is burning again...

He rose into the night, and flew straight for the tower's top window...

Who's going to handle it here?

There are still so many people! Scaber said indifferently, You stay here, and when I come back, we can have a good time... That's 1.5 million Galleons, believe me, it will Let us completely change the status quo, of course, if any of you want to find Alex, then go, these rewards are mine alone!

No one expressed his opinion. Fan Lin was amazed by Skye's prestige in this team. However, going to Malfoy's house, apart from Bellatrix being a little trouble, the others...

Malfoy is not doing well. From Fan Lin's point of view, he just missed an opportunity. No matter what, Lucius killed Voldemort's life. Whether Voldemort will trust him or not is indeed...

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Harry kept struggling, the burning sensation swallowed his consciousness... The window on the black rock was only opened the smallest crack, not enough for a person to enter... From the window, only a human silhouette wrapped in a blanket could be seen ...is it dead or is it sleeping...?

Good! Talis said. Well, we'll go with you! What about the rest of them, Scabber, what shall we do with them?

Oh, that's one and a half million galleons, we don't care about the petty profits, but we'd better take them, we've got enough men, and give me the sword too. If they're rubies , That’s another small fortune.”

Prisoners were dragged to their feet. Fan Lin could hear Hermione's breathing, which was rapid and terrified.

Hold on tight. I'll take Potter! said Scabber, grabbing a handful of Harry's hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp.

Taris, the two of them will be handed over to you, be careful of that kid!

Know!

Fan Lin felt that his arms were tied tightly with ropes.

Count to 3. We leave together, 1, 2, 3.

They Apparate with their respective prisoners. Harry struggled, trying to break free from Greyback, but there was no hope: Ron and Hermione were squeezing him tightly; The scars are more painful...

...he forced himself to snake through a gap in a window and land, like moisture 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.

Fan Lin wanted to stabilize his figure, but he was staggered violently again. Obviously, Fan Lin had given enough psychological shadow to the Death Eaters.

Greyback the werewolf, the Akalai brothers and sisters, plus countless wounded vampires and one of Snape's arms.

Countless escapes from Voldemort's hands and even hurt the Dark Lord, the record speaks for itself.

Harry's eyes were still swollen, and it took him some time to get used to his new surroundings, when he saw a pair of wrought iron gates at the junction of what looked like a long runway.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

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

A Snatcher strode to the door and shook it.

How do we get in? It's locked, Scabber, I can't . . . ah!

The Seeker withdrew his hand in surprise.

The door was twisting, twisting into a curl and the iron was twisting, curling at last into a hideous face, it said with an echoing clang. State your purpose!

We've got Potter! Scabber yelled, chest out. We've captured Harry Potter!

The door opened.

Quick! Scabber said to his men, and the prisoners were ushered through the gate, up the avenue, and through the hedge.

Malfoy's manor is still very interesting. Fan Lin didn't struggle, and Voldemort is not here, so it is considered safe here. Fan Lin saw a white ghost-like thing above his head, and then realized that it was just a peacock.

It has to be admitted that even though the Malfoy family has fallen, Malfoy is still much better than most noble families.

Fan Lin can guarantee that the Malfoy family must have Muggle blood, otherwise the power inherited in the blood would never be lost. Just look at Voldemort and you will know. Although his emotions are flawed, his talent is beyond doubt.

In the days when Voldemort was not around, the Malfoy family was definitely the backbone of the nobility.

Anyway, Fan Lin has never seen anyone raising peacocks in England, maybe this is just a facade, and Draco showed it off more than once when he was young.

Harry staggered ahead, but was dragged to his feet by Scabber; now he was tied back-to-back with four other prisoners, staggering along the side of the road. Closing his swollen eyes, he let the pain of his scar overcome him for a moment, because he wondered what Voldemort was doing now, did he know that Harry was caught?

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A thin figure tucked under a thin blanket, the blanket opened towards him, a skeletal face, eyes opened... The thin man sat up, his deep-set eyes staring at him, at Voldemort, he Laughed. Most of his teeth are gone...

So here you are. I knew you would... someday. But there's no point in your coming. I never had it.

You lied! Harry's scar warned of a burst of pain as Voldemort's rage throbbed through his body, and he jerked his thoughts back into his own body as the prisoners were pushed through He was trying to keep his mind in place as he walked the stone road. A burst of light illuminated them all.

What's going on here? a woman said in a cold voice.

We're here to meet him... the great master! Scabber replied in a raspy voice.

Who are you?

You know me! There was a tinge of resentment in Scabber's voice. I'm Skyburdex! We caught Harry Potter!

Scabber grabbed Harry and pulled him around so that his face was up to the light, causing the rest of the prisoners to be dragged along.

I know he looks bloated, ma'am, but that's him! Scaber said. boasted. If you look closer, you can see his scars. And, here, ma'am, see this girl? The mudblood that traveled with him, and this, bloated as a pig's head, this It's that Valin-Air.

Hearing this, Narcissa's eyebrows trembled, she looked at Fan Lin, and Fan Lin tried hard to force a smile.

However, combined with Fan Lin's swollen face, it is obvious that this scared Narcissa a little. As a noble lady who lived in the manor since she was a child, the appearance of Fan Lin and Harry was absolutely unprecedented for Narcissa. new experience.

There is no doubt that this is them, and we have their wands! Here it is, ma'am!

Greyback held up Valin's necklace and Harry's wand.

Harry saw Narcissa Malfoy scrutinizing it through his swollen eyelids.

Scabber offered her both wands and Van Lin's necklace. She raised her eyebrows.

Bring them in, Narcissa said. Fan Lin, Harry and the others pushed up the wide stone steps to the corridor lined with portraits.

Come with me, Narcissa said, leading them through the hall. My son, Draco, is home for Easter. If it was Harry Potter, he would know.

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