Sunset.

Hermione sat on the beach by the sea, hugging her legs. Let the tide rise and fall, wash away his bare feet.

It's been three days, the longest three days of Hermione's life since she was captured by the Death Eaters.

Every day for these three days, she fantasized about it, fantasizing that someone would come to save her. This person could be Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, or even his grandfather, Gandalf.

It's a pity that after three days of waiting, Hermione was still disappointed.

I don't know if it's too short.

Hermione's imaginary rescue had not arrived, not even a single person to talk to her, and the Death Eaters watching her everywhere.

"Miss Hermione, it's time for us to go back!" The setting sun is already at sea level. A golden afterglow of the sea, and beneath that masked Death Eaters guarded or watched over Hermione's safety.

"Let's go." Hermione grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it into the sea, then flapped her hands and walked to an ancient castle by the sea.

This castle by the sea is the home of Lord Voldemort today.

Driving through the gardens of the castle, countless Death Eaters along the way, all saw Hermione swaggering in.

Under the gaze of the Death Eaters, Hermione had no expression on her face. Her tense little face was grave, as if this was her home, and the vicious Death Eaters were a bunch of impoverished tenants.

The captives are like landlords, and the kidnappers are like tenants.

Absolutely no one would believe that this is the proper treatment of a captive. Even Hermione didn't know what was wrong with the Death Eaters and why they were getting better and better for her.

The treatment was played day by day, and on the first day of being captive, Hermione lived in the basement, and dinner was a piece of somewhat hard white bread with some jam on top.

The day after she became a captive, Hermione moved out of the basement. On that day, she stayed in a cabin that had been specially vacated by a Death Eater. In the evening, we had steak and a fruit snack.

Luxurious rooms in basements, cottages, castles.

White bread, steak, foie gras with caviar.

In the short space of three days, Hermione's treatment went up and down, making the little girl herself a little suspicious of whether she was a prisoner of the Death Eaters or a guest of honor invited to the castle.

"Miss Hermione!"

Having just walked through the garden, Hermione was still thinking nonsense. Lucius, who had come from a distance, stopped her.

"What, are you going to have dinner again?" Hermione, who was stopped, was calm, she turned her head slightly, and with a pair of stubborn big eyes, she looked directly at Lucius who was walking towards her.

"Dinner!" Lucius was stunned by Hermione's words, and then reflected, knowing that it was Hermione's teasing.

"Dinner can be enjoyed at any time, but I'm here to tell you good news." Lucius, who reflected it, said with a straight face: "Congratulations, Miss Hermione." You are unconditionally free, you are free! ”

With that, Lucius waved his hand at the Death Eaters behind Hermione. The four Death Eaters watching Hermione glanced at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then made way for Hermione.

"The air of freedom is unforgettable. Although we had different beliefs, we got along very well during these three days! Lucius smiled slightly, looked at Hermione, who was a little stunned, and handed out a long black box: "Your wand, now it belongs to its original owner." ”

Hearing that it was her wand, Hermione subconsciously took it.

The long black box, opened directly in Hermione's hand, and a wand lay quietly inside.

The familiar wand is the thing that accompanies you personally. Hermione took it out in disbelief and swung it twice in the air, noticing that there was nothing wrong.

"Let me go, release it unconditionally, and even return the wand!" Hermione had the illusion of being unreal, and even though she had her wand in hand, the ease with which freedom came was still strange.

Under what circumstances the kidnappers will automatically release the hostages.

The answer is that these people have already gotten what they wanted. Or maybe it's the hostage, which has no use value.

The Death Eaters are not an animal protection organization, and for these vicious outlaws, even the dead can be used, let alone a large living person.

Therefore, there is no use value, and the possibility of being released is too low. Hermione felt that she was no longer useful, and that the Death Eaters would choose to kill her rather than release her.

"Why are you letting me out, what is your plot?" Hermione, who couldn't figure it out, didn't dare to be careless, she held her wand guardedly, and stared at Lucius with her eyes fixed.

"Because"

"Because behind you, stands a mighty empire. No matter where you are, the Empire is your back. No one can ignore us, never! ”

Before Lucius could reply, a voice familiar to Hermione rang in her ears.

Hermione listened to this domineering declaration and hurriedly turned her head to look back. In front of him, he was a young man wearing a crown and a black suit.

The young man wearing the crown is Zhang Yao, who came to the UK.

Behind Zhang Yao are Immorton holding the Bible of the Dead, Gandalf holding the Golden Book of the Sun, and Dracula with golden lines on his right face.

The golden lines on Dracula's right face represent the power of bloodline awakening.

This awakening, Dracula lasted for two days and two nights before it ended, and after awakening, he became the real Prince Dracula.

"Hermione, long time no see, you've grown a lot!" Zhang Yao had a smile on his face, his eyes swept over Hermione's small breasts, and he opened his arms: "Welcome home"

A simple sentence of going home brought tears to Hermione's eyes.

Life in the castle, although it is better every day. But Hermione knew that this was not her home, and she would not have the idea of "having fun here, not thinking about it".

Go home and go home

Hermione trotted forward with red eyes, slightly spreading her arms.

Hermione, who opened her arms, bypassed Zhang Yao with a slight twist, and in the next moment, she threw herself into Gandalf's arms.

Throwing herself into her grandfather's arms, Hermione had a happy look on her face. Zhang Yao, who was left to dry, withdrew his hands with regret, in exchange for a threatening grimace from Hermione.

"Grandpa, have you come to save me?" Hermione held Gandalf's arm and shook it vigorously, completely like a coquettish little girl.

"Of course, tell grandpa, has anyone bullied you?" Gandalf looked loving, arranging Hermione's shaggy hair, his gaze sweeping over the Death Eater. As if looking for the culprit who bullied his granddaughter.

Gandalf's gaze was mixed with a suffocating heat.

In his eyes, there seemed to be two flames burning, causing all the Death Eaters who looked at him to snort involuntarily, as if they were exposed to the scorching sun.

"Old and powerful old mage, I'm not an opponent!"

Lucius, who stood among the Death Eaters, was also one of the people who looked at Gandalf. Although Lucius didn't snort during this time they looked at each other, he involuntarily took three steps back, full of jealousy of Gandalf in his heart.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Who is strong and who is weak, sometimes you don't really need to make a move, it's just a casual confrontation, and you can stand up to the bottom.

"Your Majesty, Gandalf's flame is getting purer. In time, it may not be another Pharaoh! ”

Seeing Gandalf firmly gaining the upper hand, a glance shocked the five Death Eaters, including Lucius, and Immorton also let out an exclamation.

Gandalf, who was in charge of the Golden Book of the Sun, had been practicing the Sun Secret Art for a few days.

In such a short period of time, Gandalf could see the heat of the solar flame. It has to be said that this is a natural flame master, and his future achievements are limitless.