HP Magic Biography

Now all this feels like a dream to Fan Lin.

For the first ten minutes, the three of them were still jubilant at receiving news from their friends, and then they were captured by more than twenty Death Eaters pointing at their wands, and then their wands were seized, and then they were escorted To the Malfoy's?

It must be admitted that the ancient aristocratic manor is still very grand, at least more luxurious than Hogwarts, after all Hogwarts is just a school.

The darkness outside made the light in the living room very dazzling; Fan Lin could tell that the room was spacious even if he couldn't keep his eyes open. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and more portraits hung on the dark purple walls. As the prisoners were escorted into the room by the Snatchers, two figures rose from their chairs in front of the ornate marble fireplace.

What's going on here? Lucius Malfoy's disgustingly familiar tone fell into Fan Lin's ears, sounding lazy.

It seems that old Lucius is doing well, maybe it's because Voldemort didn't punish him, or because Draco did a great job... Dumbledore's task...

This is really ironic. Before Voldemort returned, although there were some shortcomings in cutting-edge strength, at least the Malfoy family could still wrestle with Dumbledore in a small place, instead of taking in all of their own family like they are now. , including the sole future heir.

Fan Lin paused, looked up and squinted at Lucius, the old fox whose fur had been stripped off.

Compared to Fan Lin's composure, and even thinking about Lucius and even the entire Malfoy family, Harry is in a panic now.

With his swollen eyes blinding him of any way out, his fear was already such that it seemed easier to close the connection to Voldemort's mind, even though his scar was still burning.

They said they had Al and Potter, Narcissa said in a cold voice. Draco, come here.

A figure in a black suit flashed out from behind Lucius.

Draco's current state is not very good, at least Fan Lin thinks so, far from the look of the noble young master at Hogwarts, even though this is in his own home.

Harry, on the other hand, dared not look directly at Draco, but he squinted at him; a figure slightly taller than him, rising from an armchair, his face pale and sharpened under blond hair. Vague.

Scaber forced the prisoners to turn around to make room for the two of Fan Lin and the others to be directly exposed to the chandelier.

Um, boy? Scabber said in a soft but harsh voice.

Now Harry was facing a mirror over the fireplace, and there was a huge gilded thing in a cartouche frame. Through the slits of his eyes he saw himself in the mirror for the first time since he left Grimmauld Place. His face was huge, glowing pink, every feature distorted by Van Lin's spell.

His black hair was shoulder length, with a dark shadow around his chin. If he didn't know that it was him standing here, he would wonder who it was wearing his glasses. He decided not to speak, because his voice would definitely give him away; he was still avoiding eye contact with Draco when he approached him.

Well, Draco? Lucius Malfoy said. He sounded eager.

Is it him? Is it Harry Potter?

I don't...I'm not sure, Draco said tremblingly,

He did his best to keep his distance from Scaber, and when Harry looked at him, he seemed to look at Harry with fear.

Draco was terrified, his actions directly led to Dumbledore's death, and Voldemort's appreciation and gifts are not something everyone can enjoy, at least, Draco is not enough, his heart is not firm enough .

Maybe it's because of Hogwarts, not everyone is as perverted as Voldemort, even brainwashing all those who support him with twisted hearts, they are just some ordinary wizards who walked out of Hogwarts.

Look at him carefully, look! Get closer!

Harry had never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited. Draco, if we're the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will work out...

So we're not forgetting who actually captured him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy? Scabel said menacingly.

Of course not, of course not! Lucius said impatiently. He moved closer to Harry himself, and Harry could see his tired, pale face clearly even through his swollen eyes. With this swollen mask on his face, Harry felt like he was peering through the bars of his cage.

What did you do to him? Lucius asked Scabber. How did they become like this?

We didn't do it.

It looks more like a Stinging Curse to me, Lucius whispered. His gray eyes flicked across Harry's forehead.

There's something here, he whispered. It's probably a scar, tight and stretched...

Draco, come here, take a good look! What do you think? Lucius yelled suddenly, which startled Draco.

Harry saw Draco's face now pressed up against his father's. They look very similar, except that the father next to him is excited, and Draco's expression is full of reluctance, even fear.

I don't know, he said, and he walked away toward the fireplace, where his mother was standing watching. We better be sure, Lucius, Narcissa said to her husband in a cold, clear voice. Before we summon the Dark Lord, we want to be absolutely sure it's Potter...they say it's his...

Narcissa was looking carefully at the holly wand But it doesn't look like Ollivander's description...if we're mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord and it's nothing...remember what he did with Lay Are you and Duluha's?

And what about the Muggle? Greyback grumbled. When the Stalker forced the prisoner to turn around again, Harry almost collapsed, and the light shone on Hermione. Wait a minute, Narcissa said sharply. Yes... yes, she was with Poe at Madam Malkin's! I've seen her picture in the Daily Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't she the girl named Granger?

I...maybe...was...

So, that's Al? Fan Lin Al? Lucius shouted, striding around the bound prisoner and facing Fan Lin. They're Potter's friends...

As if being strangled, Lucius looked at Fan Lin uncertainly.

He has been deflated from the boy in front of him too many times...

How did you catch them? For no reason, Lucius felt a little unreal, and he looked at Scabber uncertainly.

If this is really Valin Eyre, it's not that Lucius belittled Scabber. To be honest, he really doesn't trust this so-called search team, if it's just Scabber and his men... …

We've got two dozen wands pointed at them! Scabber said, in a very dark tone, so...

We meet again, Mr. Lucius! Fan Lin's voice suddenly came to Lucius's mind, like a lightning strike, Lucius' body froze for a moment, he didn't have a wand now, so close Getting close to a guy who is obviously very dangerous...

Don't be nervous, Mr. Malfoy, I think, at least I don't have the ability now... It should be said that there is no reason to get rid of you, isn't it...

Hearing this, Lucius stared straight at Fan Lin, as if he wanted to dissect Fan Lin from the inside out.

It's you? Lucius pursed his lips quickly.

Of course, Mr. Malfoy, luckily, you caught me and Harry, didn't you, maybe this can be forgiven by the Dark Lord... Forgive you for killing him once!

What are you talking about! Lucius suddenly grabbed Fan Lin's collar with both hands.

Lucius! Narcissa said quickly, looking at her husband with some puzzlement, and Draco wanted to come up and hold Lucius, but he stopped again, looking very embarrassed.

Hermione let out a short exclamation, and for a moment, following Lucius' movements, it was as if the calm lake was broken by a flying stone...

Don't be so excited, Lucius... Or, what do you think you have done? Fan Lin's voice sounded in Lucius's mind again, Calm down, this is not good for you!

What happened? Scabber took out his wand and pointed it at Fan Lin, What did you do?

No... I just want to make sure... Lucius let go of his hand and pushed Fan Lin lightly, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands...

It must be admitted that Lucius was able to argue with Dumbledore, and still had the ability to adapt immediately.

Just as Scabber was about to say something, the living room door opened behind him. A woman was speaking, and her voice greatly increased Harry's sense of fear.

What's going on here, what's going on, said Bellatrix Lestrange, walking slowly around the prisoners, stopping at Harry's right, staring at Harry through her thick eyelids. looking at Hermione.

Sure, she said quietly. Is this the Mudblood girl? Is this Granger?

Yes, yes, it's Granger! Lucius said, taking two steps back, and next to her, we think it's Potter! Potter and his friends, finally caught!

Lucius didn't say who it was, but nothing was more important to Bella than Harry.

Go on, Lucius, you know what to do. Fan Lin's voice sounded again, and Lucius' body stiffened again, which made Narcissa feel very strange, but Bellatrix This, like a huge luminous body, she and Potter firmly attracted everyone's attention.

Potter? Bellatrix screamed, stepping back to get a better look at Harry. Are you sure? Then, we should notify the Dark Lord immediately!

She rolled up the sleeve of her left hand: Harry saw the Dark Lord's brand on her arm, and knew she was about to touch it, to inform her admiring master...

I was going to tell him! said Lucius, putting his hand on Bellatrix's wrist to keep her from touching the Dark Mark. I'll call him, Bella. Potter was brought to my house, so it's my right...

Your rights! Bellatrix sneered, trying to wring her own from his grasp. When you lose your wand, you have no rights, Lucius! How dare you? Take your hands off me!

This has nothing to do with you, you didn't catch this kid...

I beg your pardon, Mr. Malfoy, I think you got a question wrong, Scabber interrupted suddenly, It looks like we captured Potter, and we are the ones who have the right to get the gold coins.

Gold coins! Bellatrix laughed, still trying to shake off her brother-in-law, fumbling for her wand in her other free pouch. Take your gold, filthy scavenger. What do I want gold for? I seek only his... honor.

Bellatrix stopped struggling, her black eyes fixed on something Harry couldn't see.

Seeing her surrender, Lucius let go of her hand with a relaxed expression.

In fact, this made Lucius a little embarrassed, he was a little uncertain whether to inform the Dark Lord.

Finally, Lucius rolled up his sleeves, and Fan Lin was ready to deal with Bella, Scabber, and the other three Death Eaters.

Very good sneak attack angle, using that chain, Fan Lin can definitely penetrate five people's bodies before they react.

Stop it! Bellatrix suddenly screamed, Don't touch it, if the Dark Lord arrives now, we're all dead! Lucius froze, his index finger resting on the Black magic sign on. Bellatrix strode out of Harry's limited field of vision.

What's that? he heard her say.

Sword, grumbled a mugger Harry couldn't see.

give it to me.

It's not yours, ma'am, it's mine, and I think I found it.

Suddenly there was a bang accompanied by a red flash; Fan Lin was a little surprised, he knew that the snatcher had been knocked out. There was a roar from their men: Scaber drew his wand.

What the hell do you think you're playing with, woman?

Dizzy! screamed Bellatrix, Dizzy!

They were no match for her, even four against one: she was a witch, and as Van Lin knew, Bella had great skill and a hard heart.

They all collapsed where they had just stood, except Scabber, whom Bella left behind, so he had to kneel, arms outstretched. Out of the corner of his eye, Van Lin saw Bellatrix subdue the fellow, Gryffindor's sword firmly in her hand, her face pale as wax.

Where did you get this sword? she whispered to Scabber, pulling her wand out of his defenseless hand.

How dare you? he yelled, the only moving part of him being his mouth as he was forced to look at her, Let go of me, woman!

Where did you find that sword? she repeated, waving it at him. Snape delivered it to my vault at Gringotts!

In their tent, Scabber snarled. Let me go, I say!

She waved her wand, and Scabber jumped aside, but was careful not to come near her.

He walked up and down behind an armchair, his pale fingers gripping the back of the chair.

Draco, throw this scum outside, Bellatrix said, pointing at the unconscious men. If you don't have the guts to finish them off, then leave them in the backyard for me to deal with.

How dare you talk to Draco like that... Narcissa said furiously, but Bellatrix cut her off screaming, Be quiet! It's a lot more serious than you think, Si Akane! We have a very serious problem!

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