"But I'm really a Slytherin. Harry had no choice but to fight to the end, admitting that he was Harry Potter would be much worse than being bitten by a werewolf, and he didn't believe that Greyback would kill a wizard at will, if they wanted to unite the wizarding world to conquer the whole world.

"My patience is limited, ugly. Greyback threatened, "It seems that it would be a good idea to turn you into a werewolf first, didn't you just hear what Skappio said? ”

"But I'm really Slytherin, my dad works for the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. Harry said.

"You're hopeless, ugly. Greyback opened his mouth angrily, revealing a mouthful of fangs that didn't look like a human - he looked like a werewolf when he wasn't transformed.

"Wait, Greyback. "I just lied to him, and of course Slytherin has truants." ”

"So. Greyback said, "Does the Ministry of Magic have a surname Dudley? ”

"You don't know the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, the scale has expanded several times, and a lot of new faces have been added, but I remember that there is indeed a Dudley in the Ministry. Scarbio said slowly.

"Okay, okay. Greyback said, Harry could hear the slightest tremor in the cold voice, and he knew that Greyback was wondering if he had actually beaten and tied up the son of a Ministry of Magic official. Harry's heart pounded against the rope around his ribs, and he thought Greyback should have seen it. "If you're telling the truth, ugly bastard, there's nothing to fear from a trip to the Ministry of Magic. I guess your dad will reward us for sending you back. ”

"But," said Harry, his mouth dry, "you'll have to make us—"

"Less nonsense. Greyback punched Harry hard, "Even if you're the son of a Ministry of Magic employee, it's useless to be a Slytherin. We got the word that Harry Potter and his friends were hiding in the area, and if we found out who that red-haired Buddy was over there, we knew if you were Vernon Dudley. ”

Greyback stared at Harry, and suddenly his gaze froze, and he crouched down again, taking a closer look at his distorted face.

"What's on your forehead, Vernon?" he asked softly, pressing a dirty finger to Harry's tight scar, his stinky breath squirting into Harry's nostrils.

"Don't touch!" shouted Harry. He couldn't control himself. It hurt so much that I almost vomited.

"I suppose you're wearing glasses, Potter?" Greyback whispered.

"I saw a pair of glasses in the house!" shouted one of the raiders hiding behind, "Greyback, wait—"

A few seconds later, Harry's glasses were forcibly placed on his face. Now the men of the search party approached and stared at him.

"It's him!" roared Greyback, "we've got Potter!"

They all took a few steps back, amazed at what they had gained.

"We're rich, Harry Potter is worth two hundred thousand Galleons!" said Scarbio.

"Oh my God. Scrimgeour's old guy was telling the truth. Greyback said. "We really got Potter. ”

Harry's heart was cold, it was actually Scrimson who sold them?

"It looks like loyalty to Scrimgeour is going to be reassessed. Alex said.

"Shut up, Alex, I'm the head here. Greyback growled. "Scrimgeour has someone in charge of it, not you, the piece of waste you've been pushed to the end. ”

Alex glared at him coldly and stopped talking.

"So what now, go straight to the Ministry of Magic?" Scabio was a little excited.

"No, first of all, we can't be 100% sure he's Harry Potter. Greyback said. "It wouldn't be nice if it was Scrimgour's old ghost's trap. If he hadn't been Harry Potter and we had taken him straight to the Ministry of Magic, we'd be done. ”

"What then. Skappio asked.

"Go to Malfoy's house. Little Malfoy was Potter's nemesis, and he must have known very well whether this ugly monster was Harry Potter or not, and the red-haired one over there. ”

Ron looked like he was shaking.

"Buddy Weasley, heh, I think it's Ron Weasley. ”

"I'm not Ron Weasley. Ron whispered.

"It's easy to verify, Redfur," Greyback growled, "you're also on the wanted list, it's worth 2,000 Galleons, it doesn't matter, it's not Ron Weasley, it's easy to confirm when you get to Malfoy Manor." ”

"But Lucius doesn't like us going to Malfoy Manor, he's a celebrity in front of his master, and a minister of magic on the surface. Scarbio said.

"Who's the boss here?" roared Greyback, "I say this is Potter, and he plus his wand is a total of two hundred thousand Galleons! ”

"Okay?" said Scabio, "well, we'll follow you!"

"What about you, Alex?" Greyback glared at Alex defiantly.

"Here you are the head. Alex said coldly. "Of course I listen to you. ”

Greyback burst out laughing as if he had won a great battle.

"And what about the others caught, Greyback, what to do?" said Scarbio.

"Take it with you. There are two mudbloods, and this is again ten Galleons. That goblin is only one Galleon, forget it, bring it with you, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat. ”

The prisoners were dragged up. Harry could hear Ron's rapid, frightened breathing.

"Hold on, tighten it. I'll deal with Potter. Greyback said, grabbing Harry by the hair, and Harry felt the long yellow nails cut through his scalp, "Count to three!

They dragged the prisoner apparition. Harry struggled, trying to shake off Greyback's hand, but there was no hope: Ron was squeezed tightly on either side of him, and he couldn't pull out. The air in his lungs was squeezed out.

They landed on a country road, and the prisoners staggered and bumped into each other. Harry's eyes were still swollen. After getting used to it for a while, he saw a pair of wrought-iron gates with what appeared to be a long driveway behind them

A member of the search team strode forward and shook the iron door.

"How do we get in? The door is locked, Greyback, I can't- ahhhhhh

He was so frightened that he withdrew his hand. The wrought iron was deforming, the abstract curly pattern distorted into a terrifying face, and in an echoing sonorous metallic voice said, "Say the purpose of the visit." ”

"We've got Potter!" Greyback snarled, "We've got Harry." Potter!" (To be continued......)