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The man didn't expect this change, panicked and took out his wand in a panic to block it, but he couldn't block it after all, and fell to the side in embarrassment, the sword in his hand fell, gurgling It rolled away, right at Draco's feet. Draco almost subconsciously took a step back, frowning.

But Bellaclitus didn't bother with the sword, and just pressed his wand against the man, as if he wanted to poke a hole out of him.Her expression had never been so panic-stricken, so that even her voice became even more terrifying: "Where did you get this thing?!"

"Are you crazy?" Greyback didn't know what happened, he wanted to rescue that companion, but to be honest, he was still a little afraid of Bellacrites who was in a state of madness.

But Bellacritus turned a deaf ear, and just continued to press the man: "Speak! Where did you get it?!"

But the man seemed to have been scared out of his wits, and he could only make a whining sound with his mouth open.Greyback couldn't stand it anymore: "I got it from the tents of those brats. If you want to take it, that's fine."

"I want?!" Bellacritus turned to Greyback with red eyes as if hearing the funniest joke in the world. "This is what's in my vault! They've been to my vault! They may have taken the master's..."

Bellacritus' voice stopped abruptly here.She finally realized that she almost blurted out something terrible, so she stopped talking, and stared at Harry and his party: "Now, tell me, who got this?"

"I don't know. We're not in charge of luggage." Greyback was a little impatient.But meeting Bella Critus' eyes that were about to burst into flames, he pointed at him casually. "Looks like a girl's bag."

As soon as Greyback finished speaking, Bellacritus pointed back, and Hermione was instantly ejected. After a muffled grunt, she fell heavily on the floor on the other side of the room.Bellacritus also jumped on it quickly, screaming and waving his wand: "You got into my vault?! Did you?! You dirty, nasty Mudblood!"

"Let her go!" Harry and Ron were about to rush up almost immediately, but they were grabbed tightly by the people behind them.Those men at Greyback had nothing but brute strength.With the two of them now, they can't break free no matter what.

Bellacritus had already drawn out her dagger, slashed at Hermione's arm with a sharp smile.No matter how loudly Hermione screamed and cried and struggled, it was of no use.The blood still flowed down her arm and onto the floor.

Harry could hear Ron's teeth chattering.But all the voices seem to be drifting away.He could only feel that his blood was about to boil.He could feel that there seemed to be a force in his body that was about to move.He didn't quite know what it was, he just felt like he was losing control.

"Don't waste your energy."

A voice sounded.It was like pouring a basin of cold water on his head, bringing Harry back into this world again.

He turned his head and saw Draco walking up to him at some point, looking at him, with some inexplicable teasing in his eyes: "She won't stop until she achieves her goal. You look very worried."

Harry looked at Draco too.But he couldn't understand it.He never seemed to understand it, and now, he seemed to be less and less able to understand it.He just felt that Draco seemed to be a different person every time he saw him.He couldn't figure out which was real.He also couldn't figure out Draco's intention, he could only answer: "She is my companion."

"Companion? What a fascinating word." Draco still didn't look back, as if Hermione's screaming and crying were in another world.His voice was not high, but it was just enough to reach Harry's ears clearly. "Companions, friends, family, friendship, the burdens you carry are still too scary. You can't let go of anything, why do you think you can overcome it?"

"Troublesome." Harry calmed down.He knew that he and Draco would definitely have some differences of opinion, but he also knew that too much argument on this kind of thing would not bring anything.He just said in a low voice, "Professor Dumbledore told me that those are weapons."

"Oh." Draco replied drawlingly, clearly not accepting the point. "Then your weapons seem to be a little too much. I have never seen a warrior dragging an arsenal to fight."

"You'll see." Harry's voice was still low, but firm.

"We'll wait and see." A stylized smile appeared on Draco's face, and he nodded slightly.Then his eyes turned slightly in Hermione's direction. "She's probably in pain right now. The blood coming out of her body sucks."

Harry looked at Draco.He didn't understand what Draco meant.

"Before you win, you'd better figure out how to get out of here." Still smiling, Draco took two small bottles from his pocket and spread them out in front of Harry.

"This is..." Harry froze for a moment.

"Hell Potion, you should have heard of it." Draco opened Harry's pocket with one finger and threw the two bottles in. "When you really can't make it through, maybe it can come in handy."

After Draco finished speaking, he was about to turn and leave.

"draco!" Harry couldn't help calling his name in a low voice. Of course, Harry understood that in this situation, Draco couldn't be expected to do anything to help them, but he really couldn't understand why Draco could just walk away as if nothing had happened.

"Lock them up! Notify the master!" Bellacritus' clothes were covered in blood, and even her face was stained, making her look even more terrifying. "Notify the master! They all have to die! They all have to die!"

Greyback snorted a little, but obviously didn't want to argue at this time, he gestured to his subordinates, and two people walked over to try to drag Hermione away.Hermione had no strength at all, she was lying softly on the floor, and could only see the faint rise and fall of her chest.

Bellacritus had rolled up her sleeves, her wand almost touching the dreaded mark on her arm.

The people standing behind Harry and Ron were also trying to drag them both away.

Harry still couldn't help trying to follow Draco's figure.Draco, who was walking on the stairs, suddenly stopped and half turned around, unable to see anything clearly in his gray eyes.His tone was polite and alienated: "I will watch carefully, Lord Savior."