Forget

There were some dirty-looking people like Greyback in the yard, and more hooded people, standing in twos and threes, looking up when Greyback dragged Harry past, I can't tell what kind of emotion is in those eyes.

Harry wasn't in the mood to speculate on such insignificant things either.The worst has yet to happen, and there is still room for change.At least he knew that Voldemort seemed to be doing something very important right now, and he wouldn't be able to come back for a while, but when he would come back, it was out of his control.

In his mind, Harry silently estimated the time when he would be able to return to his best condition, the probability of breaking out from this Death Eater lair, and the expiration time of the "pig's head" spell Hermione used on his face.

No matter how many times he reckons, it's clear the results don't look rosy.

Bellacritus led them all the way to the magnificent looking house.As they walked in, the door closed behind them.Obviously, not many Death Eaters could get into the house compared to the yard. Harry took a quick look around and saw that they were all familiar faces - faces that he could see around Voldemort most of the time.

"We've got to notify Master," said Greyback. "We have captured Harry Potter, the master must be willing to hear the news."

"The premise is that the news is true." Bellacritus did not stop, but quickly replied. "How do you tell the master that the pig head you caught is Harry Potter?"

"There's some evidence," Greyback said. "Look, his little friends were also caught by us."

"Greyback, if he is not Harry Potter, not only you, but even us will suffer." Bellacritus replied impatiently. "We need to get someone to do an appraisal - Draco!"

Hearing the name, Harry raised his head reflexively.Everyone stood still, so he could easily see that in the corner of the room, on top of an armchair, the light-blond Draco, who he hadn't seen for a long time, but who hadn't become unfamiliar because of it, was lounging Di nestled inside, holding a red wine glass in one hand, and flipping through the book on his lap casually with the other hand.

"I seem to have told you, don't make such a loud noise." Draco didn't even lift his head, and continued to flip through the book.Turn from the beginning to the end, and start to turn forward from the last page. "If you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

"You think I would." Bellacritus suppressed her anger, it was not a pleasant thing to be crushed by her nephew, last time she thought Draco had been rejected, who knew that he would be so soon He made a comeback again, still firmly crushing her.But there was nothing she could do, she needed Draco's help now. "You'd better take a look. Greyback said he captured Harry Potter. I think you might be interested."

"Since you caught it, don't tell the master what to do with me." Draco still said calmly, even with some impatience in his tone.He buckled the book in his hand and put it on the coffee table beside him.He raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at the few people in the middle of the room. "Harry Potter? Why did you become like this?"

Harry didn't catch what he was saying.In fact, Harry's gaze had been drawn to that figure from just now.He saw Draco look up, and he saw Draco's face, still pale and bloodless, but seemed thinner than the last time he saw it.

Harry didn't know what he was thinking either.He forced himself to look away, trying to get his thoughts back to how to get out of trouble.

"That's why I need you to come and see if he is Harry Potter." Bellacritus said.

"He certainly is," said Greyback firmly. "Look, the scar is here. There's no way to fake this scar, is there?"

"Oh, what you said seems to make sense." Draco stood up, walked up to Harry step by step, and took a closer look at the scar.

"...draco." Harry couldn't help saying softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Draco's eyes changed suddenly, but returned to normal in an instant.He opened the distance between the two of them a little, and the corner of his mouth twitched a little mockingly: "You look ugly, Potter."

"What did you say?" Bellacritus turned around suddenly. "He's Potter? Are you sure?"

"I didn't say that." Draco turned away in disgust. "Although it's not difficult to change a face, the Potter I know has a disgusting face, but it's not like that." Draco pulled out his wand and pointed at Harry. "If you have to say it, it is actually like this."

Harry felt a flash of light before his eyes, and his face sank at a speed that could be felt.He blinked, the discomfort just now was gone, and his face had returned to normal.

Then he heard Bellacritus scream, "He is! He is!"

"You say yes." Draco replied impatiently. "I just think it looks more comfortable this way."

"I said earlier that there is no need to make such an effort..." Greyback rolled up his sleeves and was about to press his wand up.

"Stop!" Bellacritus stopped him.Looking at Draco with some doubts. "Draco, you're not kidding us, are you?"

"Whatever you think." Draco was noncommittal.

"What are you worried about?" Greyback was a little dissatisfied.He is eager to tell his master what he has gained.

"If you want to live, listen to me." Bellacritus didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but just continued to look at Draco, wanting to see something from that face.For some reason, she felt that Draco seemed a little different, at least now she felt that if someone wanted to bully him, it might not be a wise choice.She didn't know what Draco was up to, she couldn't see anything.

"If you want to notify the master, please do so. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me." Draco said, and he was about to leave.

Bellacritus tried to think of something, but unfortunately, she had never used her brain much, and suddenly she had to move, but she couldn't do it.She scanned the people brought by Greyback again, her eyes froze suddenly, and she rushed to a person standing behind with a stride, swung her wand and slashed at the person's chest: "What are you holding?!"