Forget

When Ron walked into the house with breakfast, Hermione didn't know how many times she poured out the contents of her small bag and put them in one by one.At least for now, half of the bed is still piled up to the brim.

"Come and have some breakfast." Ron lowered his voice. "You didn't eat much yesterday."

"I can't eat it." Hermione rubbed her hair a little irritably, making her hair that was already easy to explode look more fluffy and messy.She had never been so irritable. "What did I want to take just now? - Yes, medicines, we need to prepare medicines, and some materials...Damn it, it was clearly placed here just now..."

Reluctantly, Ron put down the tray in his hand, and walked to the bedside to help her search together.Soon, I saw two small bottles without labels in a pile of messy clothes: "Is this it?"

Hermione took a look: "No, no! We don't need to bring this! It's a hallucinogen! My God, why don't you even know hallucinogens!"

Hermione was very emotional, and her voice raised unconsciously.Ron sighed softly, walked quickly behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and whispered in her ear, "Shh, keep your voice down, Harry is still downstairs, he will hear you."

Hearing Ron's words, Hermione slowly fell silent.He hung his head, looking a little dejected.

"You're so nervous." Ron comforted her in a low voice, kissing her hair. "If it's not forced by the situation, I really hope you can get a good night's sleep. Hermione, you can't panic, you are our backbone, if even you panic, I really don't know what to do."

"It's all my fault." Hermione softened and leaned into Ron's arms. "Why didn't I hold my breath. If I hadn't told Zabini the way to get in here, we wouldn't have to prepare to flee."

"It's not your fault. We decided this matter together, and when we told him, we didn't know it would turn out like this." Ron said firmly.He recalled that when he just learned the news of Zabini's arrest yesterday, his lover and best friend were shocked by the news, so that the member of the Order of the Phoenix who came to pass the message had to pinch his shoulder and tell him loudly Let them leave the house quickly for a while, and his ears are almost deaf due to the loud noise.It was a terrible feeling. "Besides, Zabini is not the kind of person who will disregard the overall situation. We have also reached a consensus on this point, haven't we?"

"I want to believe him too. But anything happens." Ever since leaving Hogwarts, Hermione's brain has been in a state of continuous operation.However, the shock of this incident caused a gap in her confidence, so that a state of deep powerlessness lingered in her mind for almost more than 24 hours.There was no way she could refocus. "Besides, he's a Slytherin. What use are we to believe him? Would anyone else believe it? Would Voldemort believe it? Voldemort himself was a Slytherin, and who could have been more sure of getting a Slytherin from another Slytherin than he? Lin took something out of his mouth?"

Although Hermione was a little anxious to speak, but of course Ron knew what she meant.He hugged her tighter: "But Harry is in a good state now, and we need him to maintain this state. So, don't tell him what you just said, okay?"

"I know." Hermione sighed and nodded. "I can't help thinking too much. Ever since Harry told the story of his encounter with Malfoy, I've always felt a little uneasy. Harry believed his words, but I always felt that something was not right... Ron, I Fear that something more than we expected will happen, like this time."

"I don't really believe what Malfoy said. But there is one thing I can't figure out. If he is really a fan of Voldemort, why would he encourage Harry to kill Voldemort?" Ron said.

Hermione thought about it along with his question, and soon some answers popped into her mind.It's just that those answers were so terrifying that even she was startled.She shook her head to push the images out. "You're right, I was so nervous. Malfoy is really only about our age, and the examples in those books are horrible old villains."

"What book? What example?" Of course Ron knew how many libraries Hermione had installed in her mind, but the sudden appearance of such a sentence still confused him.

"It's nothing. Harry is still in the mood now. Regarding our speculation about Malfoy, I'm afraid we have to talk to him slowly." Hermione shook her head. "Let's talk about the future. The most urgent thing is that we need to pack up and leave here quickly."

**

Although Azkaban is very big, it is not very difficult to know where Bryce Zabini is being held.Voldemort hasn't come back yet, no one dares to act rashly, so Bryce is just being imprisoned now.

For Draco, it was not so difficult to get into that prison.The difficulty is that he needs a valid reason that he can bring up if asked.This reason is not easy to find.He thought about it for a day, but there was no progress.But he couldn't wait any longer.Of course he knew that once Voldemort returned, things would be completely different.He needed some answers, so he had to meet Bryce before Voldemort returned.

—even, if given the chance, to help him escape.

Of course Draco knew how dangerous his idea was.But he also remembered that Bryce had helped him more than once, so the matter of Bryce was almost like an obligation in his heart, and he could never stand by.

So here he is.Fortunately, there were only two dementors on duty today, and he drove them away easily.The creatures couldn't speak, they had no memory, and he wasn't worried that they would betray him.But he also needs to hurry up.He raised his hand, and with a flick of his wand, the lock on the door snapped open.

This cell is not big.Bryce was lying on the plank bed with his arms under his head, looking over his shoulder at the sound of the door.When he saw Draco's figure appear, he rolled over and sat up.For a moment, he almost didn't know whether to be happy or to blame: "You really came."

"The lord hasn't come back yet, so I can come." Draco closed the door behind him. "I never expected to see you again, it would be in this place."

"Didn't you think of that?" Blaise smiled. "But I thought of it."

"You?" Draco frowned.Well, he almost forgot that Bryce always seemed to think of an extra step.So this time he also compromised. "What else do you think of, why not tell me all at once."

"That's natural." Bryce's smiling eyes curled up. "Even if you don't want to listen this time, I'm afraid I have to tell you everything."

Draco had a bad feeling in his heart: "To be honest, I don't want to hear it anymore."

"It's late." Bryce looked down his face to his hands in his pockets. "I guess you should have brought it? That thing."