......

"So, you're Vanlin Al, right? It's not your wand, I'm right, but where's your wand?"

Van Lin ignored Sgamebir's words, "I think you must be mistaken, it's my wand." ”

"Holly, Phoenix's tail feathers......" Sgabel sniffed, "It's not your wand, boy, let me guess where your wand is......?"

Barely resisting, Van Lin suddenly felt his clothes being ripped open.

"Hey, wait, you can't do that!"

"If my guess is correct......"

Then, one hand tugged at his necklace and tugged hard......

"Apparently not, I'm lucky!" said Sgabb, looking at the necklace in his hand. "So, the next ......"

Is this the first time someone has taken their wand?

Van Lin felt a little unreal.

Van Lin felt a little bad after they pulled out the portrait of Hermione, the Death Eaters had already spotted them, or rather, they were using their brains, exactly?

This doesn't fit their position.

Or have they studied a few of their own people to such an extent?

Van Lin rarely takes his wand off his neck directly in front of outsiders, how is this Sgabble......

"Well, that changes things, doesn't it?" said Sgameber in a low voice.

There was no one around to respond, and Van Lin also fell silent, and began to think about how to get out.

Without the support of the wand, the wizard's spell casting level will be greatly reduced, and even some wizards simply can't release the spell, fortunately, the philosopher's stone is still in the hand, and the clothes are thick enough to cover it, but even if the magic power is abundant, if the spell can't be broken......

There is no problem in solving one or two, but the search team has more than 20 people......

How many do you hit with your bare hands, and then rush up with some spells that have plummeted in power?

That doesn't seem realistic......

Harry felt the group of hunters staring blankly, and he felt Hermione shivering against his arm.

Sgarber stood up and took a few steps to where Harry was sitting, crouching down once more to stare carefully at his misshapen face.

"So...... What's this on your forehead, Vernon?" he asked softly, his breath rushing into Harry's nostrils and pressing a filthy finger against the scar.

"Don't touch it!" Harry yelled, he couldn't control himself, he thought he was going to vomit in pain.

"I think you're wearing glasses, aren't you, Potter?" said Sgameber in a low voice.

"I found glasses!" A raider who was all in the back shouted.

"There's glasses in the tent, Sgamber, wait a minute...... Harry's broken glasses were put back on his face. The hunter was leaning in and staring at him.

It was definitely not a good thing for Harry to see Sgamber's face, which was gradually becoming distorted by surprise, and it was definitely not a good thing, and Sgabel was so close that Harry could feel his heavy breathing.

"That's him!" Sgebber made a shrill sound. "We've got Potter!" they all took a few steps back, stunned by what they found.

Harry, who was trying to make his consciousness feel like a split brain, couldn't think of any words to respond. Fragments of images were shattering into pieces in his consciousness......

He was hiding around the high walls of the black castle......

No, he's Harry, tied up and without a wand, in a difficult situation......

An elderly man was looking up, looking at the tallest window, the tallest tower......

He was Harry, and they were whispering about his fate, with Van Lin and Hermione right next to him...... And, And, Dean!

Harry tried his best to keep himself awake, but the choppy images made it impossible to tell between reality and illusion.

Now where is this going?

In Vanlin's eyes, Harry's body was trembling all the time, like charcoal burning red in the night, and the scar on Harry's head was too striking.

Voldemort is connecting Harry's brain!

Hopefully Harry will survive......

Thinking so, Van Lin looked at Sghaiber, it was futile to resist, he could leave, but he couldn't take Hermione and Harry with him, he needed a chance, but now the bigger problem was in front of Sgabber.

"To the Ministry of Magic?"

"Hell hell with the Ministry of Magic," Sgameber growled. "They will keep their credit, it's just crazy to make me kill myself, we should bring it directly to the owner. ”

"You're going to summon him here?" asked Tarys, his voice fearful and frightened.

"No," said Skyber, laughing maniacally, "if I summon my master, then Alex will come, you know, that's one and a half million gold galleons, and I don't believe him." ”

Speaking of which, Taris swallowed a little bit of saliva, "So ......"

"They say he now uses Malfoy's home as a base. Let's take this they there, at least Bella won't fight, as for Malfoy...... Lucius didn't have the courage to do that now. ”

Lucius is so miserable?

In the past, when Voldemort had not returned, people like Sgameber were no different from beggars in the eyes of Lucius, but now, Malfoy's name is being called by a small leader.

Harry seemed to sink deeper than he had here, and his scar burned again......

He ascended into the darkness and flew straight to the window at the top of the tower......

"Who's going to handle it here?"

"And so many!" said Sgameber, unconcerned, "you stay here and we can be good when I get back...... That's a million and a half million gold galleons, and believe me, it's going to change us completely, and of course, if any of you want to go to Alex, then go, and these rewards will be mine!"

No one said anything, and Van Lin was amazed at Skye's prestige in the squad, but going to Malfoy's house was a minor nuisance except for Bellatrix......

Malfoy is not doing well, in Van Lin's opinion, he is just missing a chance, no matter what, Lucius has lost Voldemort's life, whether Voldemort will trust him or not, this is indeed ......

......

Harry struggled as the burning sensation consumed his consciousness...... The windows in the black rocks opened only the smallest slit, not enough for one person to enter...... From the window, only a humanoid figure wrapped in a blanket can be seen...... Is it dead or sleeping......?

"Good!" Tharis said. "Okay, let's go with you! what about the rest of them, Sgameb, what are we going to do with them?"

"Oh, that's a million and a half million gold galleons, and we don't have to care about those petty profits, but we'd better take them with us, we have enough men to give me the sword. If they're rubies, it's a small fortune. ”

The prisoners were dragged to their feet. Van Lin could hear Hermione's breathing, rapid and frightened.

"Hold on tightly. I'll deal with Potter!" Sgameber said as he grabbed a handful of Harry's hair, and Harry could feel his long yellow nails scraping his scalp.

"Tarys, leave the two of them to you, watch out for that kid!"

"Yes!"

Van Lin felt that his arms were bound by ropes, and he was strong.

"Count to 3. Let's leave together, 1, 2, 3. ”

They dragged their respective prisoners apparitions. Harry struggled, trying to break away from Greyback, but there was no hope: Ron and Hermione were squeezing him tightly on either side, unable to separate from them, his scar burning even more as his breath was squeezed out of his body......

...... He forced himself like a snake through the crack of a window and landed, like water vapor in a cell...... ...... to the room

The prisoners landed on a country road, and they bumped into each other because they were not listening.

Van Lin tried to stabilize his body, but he was pulled hard again, and it was clear that Van Lin had given the Death Eaters enough psychological shadow.

Werewolf Grey Burke, the Ark Alley siblings, plus countless wounded vampires and one of Snape's arms.

Countless escapes at Voldemort's hands and even the Dark Lord were harmed, and the results speak for themselves.

Harry's eyes were still swollen as he took some time to adjust to his new surroundings before he saw a double-open wrought iron door at the intersection of an avenue that looked like a long runway.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

The worst has yet to happen: Voldemort is not here. Because Harry had been resisting the image, he knew that Voldemort was now in some strange fortress, on top of a tower. Once Voldemort knew Harry was here, how long it would take him to get there was another question......

A raider strode up to the door and shook it.

"How do we get in? The door is locked, Sghaibel, I can't ...... Ahh

The hunter withdrew his hand in surprise.

The door was twisting, twisting into a curl, and finally curling into a horrible face, it said with an echoing clang. "State your intentions!"

"We've got Potter!" Sgameber roared loudly with his chest puffed out. "We've captured Harry Potter!"

The door opened.

"Quick!" Sgeber said to his men as the prisoners were escorted through the gates, onto the avenues, and through hedgerows.

Malfoy's manor is still very interesting, Van Lin didn't struggle, Voldemort is not here, then it is relatively safe, Van Lin saw the white ghost-like thing above his head, and then realized that it was just a peacock.

I have to admit that even though the Malfoy family has fallen, it is still much better than most aristocratic families.

Van Lin dares to guarantee that the Malfoy family must have Muggle blood, otherwise the power inherited in the bloodline will not be lost at all, just look at Voldemort, although the emotion is flawed, but the talent is undoubted.

In Voldemort's absence, the Malfoys were definitely the pillars of the nobility.

Anyway, Van Lin had never seen a peacock in England, maybe this was the façade, and it was more than once to show off when Draco was a child.

Harry stumbled in front of him, only to be dragged to his feet by Sgameb, and now he was tied back to back with four other prisoners, staggering along the side of the road. Closing his swollen eyes, he let the pain of the scar get the better of him for a moment, as he wondered what Voldemort was doing now, if he knew Harry had been caught?

......

The emaciated figure was curled under a thin blanket, which opened towards him, a skeletal face, and eyes open...... The thin man sat up, his sunken eyes staring at him, staring at Voldemort, and he smiled. Most of his teeth were gone......

"Well, here you are. I knew you would...... Someday. But there's no point in you coming here. I never had it. ”

"You're lying!" As Voldemort's anger throbbed through him, Harry's scar alerted an explosion of pain, and he jerked his mind back into his own, trying to keep his mind in place as the prisoners were being pushed across the gravel path. A burst of light illuminated them all.

"What's going on?" said a woman in a cold voice.

"We're here to meet him...... Great hosts!" Sgamer replied in a shrill voice.

"Who are you?"

"You know me!" There was a wave of resentment in Sgameb's voice. "I'm Skyboutx! We've got Harry Potter!"

Skyber grabbed Harry and dragged him over his body so that his face was shining brightly, causing the other prisoners to be dragged along with him.

"I know he looks swollen, ma'am, but that's what he is!" Sgamer said. boasted. "If you look closer, you can see his scars. And, here, ma'am, do you see this girl? the mudblood who traveled with him, and this one, swollen with a pig's head, this is the Verlin Ayr. ”

Hearing this, Narcissa's eyebrows twitched, and she looked at Van Lin, who struggled to squeeze out a smile.

However, combined with Varlin's swollen face, it was obvious that this scared Narcissa a little, as a noble lady who had lived in the manor since childhood, the appearance of Vanlin and Harry was definitely a new experience for Narcissa that had never been seen before.

"No doubt that's them, we've got their wands!

Greyback held up Van Lin's necklace and Harry's wand.

Harry saw through his swollen eyelids that Narcissa Malfoy was examining it.

Sgameber held out both wands and Verlin's necklace to her. She raised her eyebrows.

"Bring them in," Narcissa said. Van Lin, along with Harry and the others, pushed up the wide stone steps to the corridor where rows of portraits hung.

"Follow me," Narcissa said, leading them through the foyer. "My son, Draco, is home for Easter. If it was Harry Potter, he would know. ”