In the hallway, a brown cat was running fast, and Hermione, still in her cat posture, was about to rush to the Forbidden Forest.

It doesn't matter if what Luna says is true or not.

In the same way, the conversation just now allowed her to connect the previous series of oddities.

She remembered the eerie and mysterious aura.

Could it have something to do with him?

And Luna's Patronus Charm just now, what is that for?

In a short period of time, countless doubts surfaced in my heart.

At this time, in the Forbidden Forest, Malfoy was gone, the fog was filled, and the thorns were thick, Hermione looked at the endless forest, and couldn't help but shudder, she quickly lifted her Animagus form, and looked left and right for a long time.

Aware of the disgusting aura.

Looking up, it was a tall tree, and Hermione kept moving closer, the closer she got to the tree, the stronger the feeling.

There is an extremely thin rectangular mark around the tree, as if it has been cut once.

"Split!" Hermione kept her distance and raised her wand slightly.

It was unexpectedly relaxed, but Hermione's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and her amber pupils suddenly shrank

The rotten stench, and the feeling of nausea, reminded her of many bad memories. But there was nothing in front of her.

Hermione had a flash of inspiration, and she raised her wand and shouted:

Calling the gods to protect you!

The flames are blazing!

The cloth curled and burned.

"Cloak of invisibility?" the concept popped into her mind.

The Dementors wear black tattered cloaks.

The Cloak of Invisibility was burned, revealing its hidden form.

With the exception of Dumbledore's Patronus Charm, which was able to kill the Dementors, most people had to force them back.

"Divine Guard!"

The Dementor was forced back.

Hermione was out of breath.

She wondered why the long-vanished Dementors had appeared in the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, there is an explanation for the previous situation - why Ferenze was so irritable and the scope of the territory was compressed.

When Malfoy disappeared, she was here, for the Dementors, and she shuddered at the thought that these evil creatures were actually hidden in the school.

Voldemort subdued this group of monsters?

She was going to tell Professor McGonagall at once.

"Miss Granger?"

She heard a scream coming from behind her and immediately turned away.

"Dobby?"

"What are you doing here!

Her gaze moved to the pitch-black cabinet behind Dobby.

It's hard to imagine that such a thin body can carry such a large box.

But in fact, the magic of house-elves is very powerful, after all, it can solve the cleaning of the entire manor, and a cabinet cannot stop them

"What is this? And what's the matter with the Dementors hiding in the trees?" Hermione asked.

"Dobby has to keep it a secret. "In fact, the IQ of the house-elf is still not very high, and Dobby's anxious appearance can be said to be a lot exposed.

"Is your master in this cabinet now?"

Although I know that this sentence has no logic, it contains several key messages.

But since such an emphasis is placed, there must be an important connection.

"No, Dobby has to keep it a secret!" Dobby suddenly tensed up and trembled.

He raised his finger, and a blue light flashed from his finger, and it had always been weak and actually took the initiative to attack the wizard.

"Dobby is sorry Miss Granger, but Dobby is loyal to his master above all!"

"Armor ......"

Hermione was knocked out in an instant

"I'm sorry, Dobby shouldn't have resisted" Dobby wiped his tears,

"But Dobby must fix it all," he muttered, turning around and continuing to carry the strange cabinet.

But he didn't see Hermione, who was lying in the grass, raising her wand at him.

"Faint!"

A flash of light struck Dobby, and his body was thrown high, and his head slammed into the cabinet, and his whole body tilted against the side of the cabinet.

Hermione looked at the strange, strangely carved cabinet, took a deep breath, held her wand high in her right hand, kept her vigilant, and slowly pulled her left hand away.

"Fluorescent flickering!" she lit up the dimly lit cabinet, but found nothing strange.

What she didn't notice was that Dobby's arm shook imperceptibly, aiming behind her.

A powerful impact came from behind him, and he pounced on it.

The whole cabinet lost its balance and began to roll up the long hillside

"Dobby made a mistake! Dobby made a mistake!" Dobby covered his cheeks and shook his head to catch up, but he saw that every time he collided with a stone, there was a slight deformation, and when he reached the ground, it was pitted, as if it had fallen apart.

On the other side of the cabinet, fortunately Hermione had already made it through the Vanishing Cabinet, and if not, her body might have been cut into countless pieces.

Almost as soon as she woke up, she felt the cold, both physically and psychologically.

She watched her surroundings carefully, and the only light came from the crack in the iron door not far in front of her.

It seemed to be a cellar, and the light shone down from the top of the stairs and straight through the iron railings, and Hermione saw the dust escaping all around her.

She looked back at the cabinet in front of her, and if she guessed correctly, it was connected to the one she had just had.

Her vigilance rose.

In an unknown place, every time you stay there, you become more dangerous.

But it's unrealistic to go back the way you came, and if Dobby hasn't followed him for so long, it means that it should be damaged.

Some magical items are very fragile, even if they are touched even slightly, let alone after a violent collision.

To verify, she pulled out a piece of parchment from her pouch.

Plunged into it, there was a stabbing sound, and the whole parchment was cut in two, leaving a rough one, as if it had been torn.

It is impossible to return the same way, whether it is to find information or to find an opportunity to leave, you must leave

And just above the floor, what greeted her?

At least Hermione herself didn't know.

Malfoy, who was reporting information to Voldemort, did not know that another outsider had appeared in his home.

"Yes, this information is very effective. ”

The pale blue table top, exuding a cold atmosphere, stretched from Voldemort's front to the end of the hall.

The long table was full, and Malfoy was half-hunched, looking humbly at the ground from the edge of his chair, waiting for Voldemort to review.

Voldemort half-leaned back in his seat, his scarlet eyes squinting at his capable men, his slender and pale, spider-legged fingers gently shaking the blood-red liquid from the transparent goblet, emitting an intoxicating fragrance.

Malfoy successfully completed his "undercover" mission and returned to his own home.

"It's all old faces who should have died a dozen years ago. ”

A thick stack of parchment was placed on the table in front of Voldemort, and his other hand was casually flipping through it.

Each one was opened, and it quickly dissipated into the air with the sparks burning into ashes, and on the parchment was information about the faculty and staff at the school, as well as the latest situation.

In addition, there is a detailed map to any corner of Hogwarts.

It's as detailed as a map of living spots, except that there are no dynamic changes, but this one was quickly burned.

Excellent wizards have a strong memory, which is the most basic condition.

"Are you sure Potter is still in school? ”

"Master, he's a Gryffindor. Malfoy said with a slight humility and a smile.

"Yes, he's a Gran...... Findor!" Voldemort's tone changed suddenly.

"The people of that academy have always had the courage of a reckless man. ”

"For example, right now, my loyal Nagini smells a very disgusting smell. ”

"That's the smell of Muggles. ”

"My Nagini has eaten too many muggles, and that's his favorite flavor and the most familiar one. ”

Malfoy's heart tightened, and he clenched the wand in his cuff as Voldemort's gaze suddenly locked on him, and he realized that it wasn't him, but behind him.

Voldemort didn't even raise his wand, and raised his long, pale finger to his right front.

A thick red light shot out.

Swiped past Malfoy's right cheek

With a muffled sound, a slender figure appeared in front of everyone and fell straight to the ground.

Who else could it be, the hapless Miss Hermione, of course.

History is always strikingly similar.

Hermione fell to the ground under the illusion spell, losing the maintenance of her magic power, and gradually revealed, she fell to the ground, and the sparkle in her eyes gradually faded.

Her face was covered by long curly brown hair.

Looking at the girl on the ground, Malfoy's pupils contracted suddenly, and he clenched his fists, cold sweat quickly flowing from the back of his neck to his back.

Even though his heart was turbulent, he could only remain silent for the time being, suppressing his nervousness.

"Oh, look, there's a mudblood ...... there's actually a mudblood in the place where we're meeting."

The vampire suddenly bared his fangs, and the werewolf scratched his chest with his claws.

"Come to think of it, I know her, it's a good friend of that Mr. Savior. ”

"What am I going to do with her? ”

"Kill her, it seems a little too cheap for her. Voldemort gave a tangled expression, and the tangle was an illusion.

Here the "tangled". Of course, I'm worried about what kind of torture to choose.

Malfoy forced himself to calm down, and at this time, mobilizing the muscles of his face, his breathing became heavy, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes stared at the fallen girl in front of him.

But try to be as quiet as possible, but just enough to get Voldemort's attention.

"Draco, you seem excited, do you hate her?" Voldemort was keenly aware of an extremely faint killing intent.

But not against him.

Sensing something, he asked Malfoy playfully, his pale fingers fiddling with the wand of powerful magic.

The delicate retrieval of the mind is very energy-consuming.

A cursory sweep of Voldemort's usual habits would give you a glimpse of how everyone was feeling towards him.

It was a mixture of excitement and resentment, which he had momentarily leaned out of Malfoy.

The latter's nerves are now extremely tense, but he still mobilizes his facial muscles, uses brain occlusion to control his brain, and quickly builds up memories that don't exist.

"She's ruined me many times at school, and I've been bumped by her countless times at school!" Malfoy clenched his fists with a look of resentment.

"I almost killed her once. ”

"Slytherin coward, coward, you don't even dare approach this monster. ”

Hippogriff – Barcobik.

"Who said I wouldn't dare!"

Malfoy lunged over and was flapped to the ground.

Swept through it lightly, and saw his shallow, or deliberately shallow, memory.

"Let's guess how this female mudblood got in. ”

Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale.

"Maybe I'm being followed this time!" the last trace of blood on his pale face quickly faded.

"Master, please forgive me for my mistakes. Malfoy said in a hurry.

Voldemort rubbed his palm as if thinking about something, and then suddenly smiled smugly.

"Of course I know that if this poor mudblood lady had known that she would come here to meet me, she would not have come. ”

"The Hogwarts group didn't have time to escape, and the only ones who dared to come were Gryffindor fools. ”

"Let me think about it. ”

"This is the Malfoy family's estate. ”

"Everything belongs to the owner of the manor, right?"

"Yes, because everything we have is owned by the hosts. Malfoy's heart beat faster and faster, and then humbly replied.

"Oh, that's not what I wanted, I just suddenly felt that it would be better for a real host to greet the guests. ”

"Then it's up to you to humiliate her, I can feel that this mudblood may be a hard bone, and the Drill Charm may not be of much use. ”

"I remember that for female Muggles and wizards, there was a way to make them break down completely, right?......" Voldemort hinted almost explicitly.

"Of course, this requires a certain amount of sacrifice, after all, you may not be willing to accept this mudblood, maybe werewolves or vampires can too?"

"I don't mind, after all, hatred is only enjoyable when you wash it away. Malfoy tugged at the muscles of his face, his shoulders trembling slightly, showing a kind of excitement that he had taken revenge and getting what he wanted, but there was just the right amount of disgust in his eyes when he looked at Hermione.

"I'll leave it to you, I'm sure you'll be satisfied, and in the end I want a reasonable explanation of how she came with me, and maybe some information about the savior. Voldemort licked his pale lips, as if he had thought of something interesting.

The Dark Lord agrees with Malfoy's claim, as if he was going to execute Mr. Potter with his own hands.

For him now, interrogating him in person is a bit inconsistent with his identity.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.