94 hp Diagon Alley

Stunning spell.His companions roared, and Scarbio drew his wand.

"What do you think you're playing with, bitch?"

"Dizzy," she screamed, "Dizzy!"

The people from the search party were no match for her at all, even though they were four against one of her.Harry knew she was a witch with strong spells and cruelty.Everyone else fell where they were, except Greyback, who was kneeling on the ground with his arms outstretched.Out of the corner of Harry's eye, she saw Bellatrix rushing towards the werewolf, her Gryffindor sword clutched tightly, her face waxy white.

"Where did you get that sword?" she whispered to Greyback, taking the wand from his limp hand.

"How could you?" he growled, forced to look up at her, only his mouth moving.He bared his fangs and said, "Let me go, bitch!"

"Where did you get that sword?" she asked again, waving it at him. "Snape sent it to my vault at Gringotts!"

"In their tent," gruffly said Greyback. "Let me go, you hear!"

She waved her wand, and the werewolf jumped up, but seemed wary of approaching her.He stepped behind an armchair and scratched at the back with his dirty, crooked nails.

"Draco, get these scum out," Bellatrix said, pointing at the unconscious Snatchers. "If you don't have the guts to kill them, throw them in the yard first."

"How dare you talk to Draco like that—" Narcissa raged, but Bellatrix screamed, "Be quiet! It's much worse than you think, Sissy! We're in big trouble Already!"

She stood up, panting lightly, looked down at the sword, studied the hilt, and then turned to look at the silent prisoners.

"If he really is Potter, he must never be hurt," she muttered, more to herself, "The Dark Lord wants to kill Potter himself...if he finds out...I must...I must know... ..."

She turned to her sister again.

"The prisoner must be put in the dungeon first, and I will think about what to do!"

"This is my home, Bella, you can't give orders like this—"

"Quick! You have no idea how dangerous we are!" screamed Bellatrix, looking horribly mad as a thin flame shot out of her wand and burned a hole in the carpet .

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then said to the werewolf, "Take these prisoners to the dungeon, Greyback."

"Wait a minute," Bellatrix squealed, "except... except this Mudblood."

Greyback snorted in satisfaction.

"No!" Ron yelled, "You can keep me, keep me!"

Bellatrix punched him in the face, and the sound of the blow echoed through the room.

"If she dies in interrogation, you'll be next," Bellatrix said. "Below the Mudbloods are pure-blood traitors on my blacklist. Greyback, take 'em down, and go to jail." Now. But leave 'em alone—for now."

Bellatrix threw Greyback's wand to him, then drew a silver knife from under her robes, cut Hermione apart from the other prisoners, and dragged her into the middle of the room by the hair.Greyback led the other prisoners slowly towards another door and entered a dark corridor.His wand was raised in front of him, emitting an invisible, irresistible force.

In a corner where no one noticed, a small silver Patronus slipped out of Malfoy Manor.Harry swore he saw the little animal's tail, but Death Eaters couldn't use the Patronus Charm?

The Patronus ran and slipped through the little attic window into Grimmauld Place.

"We've got Potter." The boy's voice trembled.

The white-bearded old man who had his eyes closed opened his eyes suddenly, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and found something that shouldn't be in this house—a chocolate frog card.

After looking at it for a moment, Dumbledore snapped his fingers.

"Dobby, I beg you to go to your old master's house - Harry Potter needs your help."

"Will she give me some of that chick when she's done interrogating?" Greyback snorted softly, driving them down the corridor, "I said I'd take a bite or two, what do you say, Red ?”

Harry could feel Ron shaking.They were escorted down an extremely steep staircase, still tied back to back, and they might slip and break their necks at any moment.Below is a heavy door.Greyback opened the door with a tap of his wand, and wheeled them into a dank, musty room that was pitch black.The echo caused by the slamming of the cell door hadn't completely died away when there was a horrific, drawn-out scream from directly above.

"Hermione!" yelled Ron, writhing desperately to break free from the ropes that bound them together, causing Harry to reel. "Hermione!"

"Quiet!" said Harry. "Shut up, Ron, we need to find a way—"

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"We need a plan, stop shouting—the rope has to be untied—"

"Harry?" came a whisper in the darkness. "Ron? Is that you?"

Ron stopped screaming.Something seemed to be moving nearby, and then Harry saw a shadow approaching.

"Harry? Ron?"

"Luna?"

"Yes, it's me! Oh no, I don't want you to get caught!"

"Luna, can you untie the rope for us?" said Harry.

"Oh, I think so...we have an old nail that can be used to cut things...wait a minute..."

Upstairs Hermione was screaming again, and they heard Bellatrix screaming too, but couldn't make out what she was saying, because Ron yelled again: "Hermione! Hermione!"

"Mr. Ollivander?" Harry heard Luna say. "Mr. Ollivander, do you have the nail? Could you move it a little bit... I think it's next to the kettle..."

After a few seconds, she walked back.

"You don't move," she said.

Harry could feel her poking at the strong rope, trying to fray the knot.Bellatrix's voice came from upstairs.

"I ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?"

"We picked it up - picked it up - please!" screamed Hermione again.Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slid down Harry's wrist.

"Ron, please hold on!" Luna whispered, "I can't see—"

"My pocket!" said Ron. "In my pocket, there's the Deluminator, and it's got a lot of lights in it!"

A few seconds later, with a click, the sphere of light sucked by the Deluminator from the tent flew into the dungeon.Since they couldn't find the original light source, they just hung there, like little suns, illuminating the basement brightly.Harry saw Luna, with what seemed to be only eyes in her pale face, and the figure of Ollivander the wandmaker, huddled motionless on the floor in the corner.Harry turned his head and saw the other fellow sufferers: Dean and Griphook the goblin.Griphook was on the verge of fainting, and only kept from falling because he was tied to someone else.

"Oh, that's much easier, thank you, Ron," Luna said, continuing to work on the knots. "Hi, Dean!"

Bellatrix's voice came from above.

"You're lying, nasty Mudblood, I know! You've been in my Gringotts vault! Tell me, tell me!"

Another scream of terror—

"Hermione!"

"What else did you take? What else did you take? Be honest, otherwise, I swear, I will use this knife to pierce you!"

"All right!"

Feeling the rope drop, Harry rubbed his wrist and turned to see Ron running around the dungeon, looking up at the low ceiling, hoping to find a trapdoor.Dean, bruised and bloodied, said "thank you" to Luna and stood shaking.Griphook was paralyzed on the ground, seemingly dizzy and unable to distinguish his face, his dark face was covered with scars.

Ron was trying to Apparate without a wand.

"There's no exit, Ron," said Luna, watching his fruitless efforts. "There's no way out of this dungeon. I tried at first. Mr. Ollivander has been here a long time, and he's tried everything." pass."

Hermione screamed again, and it sounded like a knife had been stabbed into Harry.He could hardly feel the sharp pain from the scar, and he also started running around the dungeon, blindly touching the walls, although he knew it was useless.

"What else did you take, what else? Answer me! Cruciatus!"

Hermione's screams echoed upstairs, Ron pounded his fist against the wall, sobbing, and Harry grabbed the leather bag Hagrid had given him in desperation, groped inside, and pulled out Dumbledore's handbag. His Snitch, shaking, hoping something would happen - nothing happened.He flicked his broken phoenix tail wand, but it was lifeless—the picture of the chocolate frog shone on the floor, and he saw the brightest blue light—

Dumbledore's eyes were looking at him through half-moon spectacles, more real than ever.

"Help us!" he yelled in despair, "We're in the dungeon at Malfoy Manor, save us!"

Dumbledore's bust flickered and disappeared.

Harry wasn't even sure he had seen him just now.Hermione's screams from upstairs were even worse, and Ron roared beside him, "Hermione! Hermione!"

"How did you break into my vault?" they heard Bellatrix