The night before the great battle began, there was silence and slaughter.

A full moon hung in the night sky above Malfoy Manor, and perhaps because of this, the people of the manor could hear the werewolves' high-pitched roars from time to time.

Underground, an interrogation is underway.

But there was neither torture nor abuse.

"I'm actually curious how you came along. ”

"Happened to be in the Forbidden Forest at that time?"

Malfoy sat in his chair and examined Hermione, the girl had now been dressed like a princess, the cuffs of the skirt were embroidered with white lace, but to be exact, the imprisoned princess.

He would come over from time to time now and then to check on it, lest the clever girl run away, and it would be a very disastrous thing.

If he really ran away, Voldemort would suspect him, and if he ran into Voldemort's hands again, he might not be so lucky.

To let her run, at least not now.

Hermione's response to his question was naturally silent, she wouldn't be stupid and confidant.

More than anger, more than shame.

Her heart was filled with more worry.

"What are your Dementors for, and why are they ......" Hermione began, but didn't answer Malfoy's question.

"Miss Granger, I'm afraid you haven't figured out your position yet. Malfoy frowned.

"I don't give you the right to speak for you to question me. ”

"Seal the deadbolt. Malfoy waved his wand, and he didn't show any pity.

Hermione's voice quickly fell silent.

Malfoy tilted his head, snapped his fingers, and casually shouted, "Dobby?"

The loyal house-elf has shifted in the blink of an eye.

"Has the vanishing cabinet at Hogwarts been repaired?" he asked casually, and in the cellar he saw the vanishing cabinet that had been opened, and almost guessed how things were going.

"It's fixed, master. ”

"Dobby apologizes to you again. Dobby said sincerely.

"If it weren't for Dobby's mercy, this wouldn't have happened. ”

"Twinkle?" he snapped his fingers, and another female house-elf appeared.

Look at her. He said casually and drank the black tea in the cup.

But just as Malfoy was about to get up and leave.

A trembling sensation that reached his soul suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by a slightly delayed terrible and sharp roar, with an incomparably terrifying penetrating ability, penetrating through the eardrums and overshadowing all the werewolf voices.

Malfoy felt a wave of dizziness that no one but Voldemort could do.

Hermione endured in agony, her hands now wrapped in a few forbidden rings that Malfoy had picked up at random from Newmengard, and her wand was hidden somewhere else.

Even weaker than a normal Muggle girl, she can only cover her ears with her hands.

With a casual swing, Malfoy cast his magic to block out the terrifying howl.

The girl's pain lessened, and her brow furrowed.

"What is Voldemort doing?"

The two thought at the same time, an inexplicable tacit understanding.

At the same time, thousands of miles away at Hogwarts, there were people who were suffering even more.

Harry woke up from his sleep and felt a sharp pain rush over his head, as if his entire head was about to crack.

And then there was the panic that came from within, maybe I was going to die, and this time the pain was worse than ever.

"Ahh He fell to the ground, his expression was hideous, the whites of his eyes around his turquoise eyes were bloodshot in an instant, he covered his forehead firmly with both hands, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping.

Harry felt as if his soul was about to be pulled out of his body.

The extraction is somewhat inaccurate, rather a peeling, but it is more rude than the peeling, it seems to be torn by a rough and crazy tear, the physical pain can be ignored, the mental torture makes people powerless to resist, and the maddening pain etchs the nerves all over his body.

Immediately disturbing his roommate, Ron reacted quickly and carried him to the infirmary with Seamus.

"Help Harry. They shouted.

On the hospital bed, Harry was still tossing and turning.

Fleur has used a lot of pain-relieving spells that haven't worked.

Then, almost unanimously, it seemed that everyone heard the sound of a tight silk thread breaking.

Harry's writhing stopped, and he quickly opened his eyes

"Harry, are you alright?" there were many people around, and Ron, his godfather, Flitwick, almost all rushed over, looking at him with concern.

Harry shook his arm and touched the scar on his forehead.

"I'm going to Dumbledore's office. I don't know why, he said this sentence by mistake, and there was still some confusion and discomfort in his eyes.

"You're not sure ....... recovery yet," Sirius frowned.

"Let him go. Fleur's voice was clear and unmistakable. "He's fine. ”

Harry gave Fleur a grateful look.

He left the infirmary one by one, and walked through the corridors, running, muttering the password, breaking through the barrier of the ugly stone statue

Dumbledore's office was still empty, Fawkes was missing from the iron branch behind the door, and silverware was still swirling on the table, emitting silvery-white smoke.

Almost instantly, he saw the Sorting Hat on the compartment of the bookshelf, and rushed over with a lunge, clutching it in his hand.

"Tap!" it said.

In Harry's hand, the mischievous hat began to tremble, and some strips of torn cloth protruded from the torn brim.

Harry snapped him to his head.

"When you're lost, the Sorting Hat can help you see yourself. Harry remembered that Dumbledore had said this, and after the pain he had just had, he felt lost, as if his personality no longer belonged to him, so he decided to come to the Sorting Hat.

"Strange, really weird. "It's very humane, and it lifts up the corner of the brim of its hat.

"Strange what?" Harry could hear the strangeness of his tone.

Even though it's just a hat, the thinking of the four founders has been intertwined and grown over such a long period of time, and it is indeed very humane.

"Gryffindor deservedly. The Sorting Hat said loudly.

"I was originally a Gryffindor. Harry muttered, feeling strange for him.

"Why, I would have wanted to assign you to Slytherin in the first place?" said the Sorting Hat in shock, this was a strange one.

It's as if there's been a special case

"Maybe my personality has changed. Harry was in a happy mood.

"No, no, no, there's no way the Sorting Hat could go wrong. The Sorting Hat became agitated. The voice began to grow shrill and irrational.

"That's your hidden nature, and it's impossible to change. ”

"So what?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"yes, it doesn't seem to work. ”

The Sorting Hat's mood seemed to fall silent, one corner curving inward, wrinkled.

"I don't know. Hat said sadly, beginning to doubt himself.

Just as the hat felt sorry for himself, the stormy screaming in Malfoy Manor gradually stopped.

Even though Malfoy had used his magic on himself, sealing his ears, his palms were still clinging to each other.

My heart was beating wildly. With a very ominous premonition, he gasped and stared at the abstract, seemingly meaningless mural in front of him.

Then he snapped his fingers, "Twinkle" he whispered.

With a bang, Twinkle appeared beside him.

"Give me Miss Granger's clothes and take them to my room. With that, Malfoy walked out into the manor and glanced at the excited werewolves.

"You, the action is not standard, you will be punished. He raised his wand, and a swift flash of light struck the werewolf in the chest, and he soon fainted.

"Do you have any opinion that I'm going to punish him?" the cold, unemotional gaze swept over the werewolves, making them shudder.

The remaining werewolves hurriedly shook their heads, for fear that they would be harmed by the pond fish.

Malfoy dragged the strong werewolf unhindered, pushing open the door of his house as if he were lifting a chicken. Slammed it to the ground, pointed his wand at its head, and with a hard spell, and after a flash of light, the werewolf's already small intelligence dissipated.

A strand of long, slightly curly brown hair was tossed by Malfoy into a crystal clear glass bottle filled with liquid, and then the hair seemed to have some wonderful reaction, dissolved in the potion.

A large bottle of potion was poured into the werewolf's mouth.

Then the werewolf's body gradually began to deform.

Eventually, she took on Hermione's form, but she was still naked, lying flat on the ground.

"Twinkle, help her change her clothes, it's the one I asked you to prepare just now. Malfoy commanded his men, turning his head to the side,

The house-elves move very quickly. It was quickly replaced.

"Shadowless!"

The brand-new dress was shattered in an instant under the magic of a razor-sharp wind blade, and there was a slight trace of blood.

The "muggle taste" had already pitted him many times.

Looking at the remaining bottle of the compound potion, Malfoy tapped his wand, and a burst of cold air suddenly appeared in the room, and then an ice cup was erected on the table in front of him, and after the liquid in the bottle was poured into it, the wall of the ice cup gradually extended and closed, turning into an ice ball.

In the end, it was also stuffed into the werewolf's mouth.

If you drink it all at once, there will be a drug fee, which may not support the whole process, and as the puck gradually melts, the medicine can also be replenished.

If he guessed correctly, the Dark Lord would definitely be useful with Hermione.

Whatever the reason, Malfoy certainly wouldn't hand the girl over again.