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Discovered for speaking Voldemort's name.

Harry didn't know this trick until he was caught by Greyback's people—now it seems that they were called the Stalkers.But he can't speak well now.He felt that his face seemed to be twice as big as usual, and his mouth was swollen to death, and he couldn't even swallow well, and he even felt that his saliva was about to flow out—Merlin, he couldn't imagine himself Whatever it looks like now, it must be terrible anyway.

Greyback beat Ron hard, but didn't ask any questions.So he turned around and lifted Harry up, and when he saw Harry's face, he laughed uncontrollably.

Harry lowered his eyes - in fact he felt like his eyes were becoming slits - away from Greyback's face, lest he couldn't resist punching him. Of course Harry knew that he couldn't be impulsive now. He had suffered a lot in order to get the Gryffindor sword, and he hadn't fully recovered yet. If he took the risk, it would really do nothing but harm the three of them. usefulness.

"Hey boy," Greyback laughed enough and punched Harry in the stomach. "What happened to your face?"

"... Stung." Harry gritted his teeth and answered vaguely. "Stung, sir."

The person who checked the wanted list got the news and said to Greyback: "There is no one called Dudley."

"So you're not wanted?" Greyback obviously had no intention of letting them go so easily, and continued to ask. "Are you a student? A Hogwarts student? Which house?"

"Slytherin." Harry blurted out almost without thinking.

"Interesting." Greyback narrowed his eyes. "Everyone says they're from Slytherin, and I hope you're not like the other 'Slytherin' students who don't even know where the common room is."

"In the dungeon." Harry blurted out again, so fast that even he secretly surprised himself. "Going through that wall, it's full of skulls and stuff, and it's at the bottom of a lake, and even the light is green."

Harry tried his best to recall, but he wasn't sure if he remembered correctly, after all, the memory of the Slytherin lounge was only Malfoy.

There was a brief silence.

"It seems that you are really a little Slytherin. Be happy, you may not have to taste the taste of hell potion." Greyback's tone softened a little. "There are not many mudbloods in Slytherin. Who is your father?"

"He works for the Ministry of Magic." While Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he started to make up another lie - this is not his strong point, but there is no better way, is there?He went on recalling the nameplates he had seen at the Ministry of Magic. "Ministry of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."

Greyback looked regretful: "It looks like we've been busy for nothing today, if you're telling the truth..."

"Oh my god, what is this?" A figure ran out of the tent excitedly, holding Gryffindor's sword in his hand. "Looks like a lot of money."

"Very...very beautiful." Greyback stood up, took the sword from the man, and wiped it on the sleeve twice. "Very good, where did you get it?"

"My father's." Harry prayed secretly that he wouldn't see the name on the sword. "We borrowed...borrowed...to chop wood..."

"Wait a minute, something is wrong." Another voice sounded.

Harry couldn't help cursing in his heart, every time he seemed to turn around, something went wrong.To make matters worse, Voldemort's memory forced its way in again at this moment, making Harry dizzy for a while, and he could not help but pass out.

Speaking of which, in the past six months, Harry's various magic courses have made great leaps forward, except for Occlumency, no matter how hard he tried, he has made no progress at all, which is simply terrible.

Holding a newspaper in his hand, the man walked up to Hermione quickly, grabbed her hair roughly, and raised her face: "Hermione Granger, you look a bit like her."

"No! Not me!" Hermione screamed, but Greyback was already looking over there.

"Let go of her! She's not..." Ron was a little anxious, he wished he could walk in front of Hermione, but the man guarding him punched him again and told him to shut up.

"Everyone knows that Hermione Granger is with Harry Potter. Then you..." Greyback leaned closer to Harry again, brushing the hair from his face vigorously, and soon saw the famous scar.His eyes narrowed again, and he lifted a dirty finger and pressed it. "What's this?"

"Don't touch it!" Harry yelled.He was about to throw up in pain.

"Looks like things have changed again." Greyback became excited. "Where are your glasses, Mr. Potter?"

Before Harry could answer, someone in the tent shouted, "Glasses! I found them!"

Then the pair of broken glasses were put back on Harry's face.Greyback almost jumped up excitedly: "Potter! It's Potter! We've got him!"

But Harry had run out of strength.Voldemort's thoughts rushed into his mind so violently that he couldn't even see Greyback's face clearly. He could see the dark sea and the eerie tower—the ghost knows where Voldemort has gone, the ghost I know what this weird image of him represents.

The only thing Harry could feel was that he was really going to throw up.He could feel Greyback's hand on his shoulder, as if to lead them somewhere.

Anyway, I won't go to see Voldemort in that weird tower.

Harry thought.

**

No matter how hard he tried, Harry couldn't get Voldemort out of his mind.He could clearly see Voldemort flying across the sea and into the tower, and he could even see a person lying on the bed in the room.He couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly, he could only guess that it was the person Voldemort was looking for.

Voldemort's mind was so powerful that Harry barely felt the discomfort of Apparating. —was a little gross, but he wasn't sure if it was Voldemort or Apparation.

Their destination was a small road that looked a little deserted, like the kind you often find in the countryside. Harry was dragged by Greyback for a while, and an iron door appeared in front of him.

Another person walked up quickly and slapped the door twice, but to no avail.He stepped up his strength: "Damn, how should I notify the people inside..."

Before he could finish his words, the railing on the iron door began to twist, almost instantly wrapping his arm inside.A hoarse voice sounded: "Explain your purpose."

"Harry Potter!" the man screamed. "We caught Harry Potter! Did you hear that? Let me go!"

No matter how much he screamed next, the iron door did not speak again.But after a while, the door was opened from the inside. Harry saw a disheveled snake-like woman appear on the other side of the door.

"Harry Potter?" Bellacritus squealed as he glanced over them, pausing at Harry's face at last. "Greyback, you'd better make sure he is, otherwise, you know what the consequences will be."