"Looks like they're having a pretty good time right now!" Van Lin shrugged his shoulders, he was lucky to hear Fred's voice, but they had just moved, hadn't they.

"I really want to know their specific situation. Harry said, sitting up straight, his long-standing fatigue seemed to have been swept away, perhaps because Fred's joke was good, or because Lupin was by Tonks' side.

"I'm still worried!" Hermione said after a moment's hesitation.

"You mean, Ron?" Van Linning paused, if Fred was on the radio, where was Ron, who had left them?

Did he return to the Burrow, or did he say......

"yes, I thought we'd get news of him!"

"Maybe he's just...... Just disappointed with us. Harry said, which made him feel bad again. "Maybe Lee Jordan invited him, but he didn't plan to ......"

Suddenly, a sound similar to cracking glass broke their train of thought.

The problem is that they live in ...... Tent?

"Spell!" Van Lin bounced off the ground, "Someone broke the spell outside!"

Before he could finish speaking, a cacophony came in from outside.

All of a sudden, nervous emotions filled the brains of the three people.

They hadn't noticed it in a long time, but Harry had heard something else, and it was just outside of the spell they had put up, not like it was now......

The originally warm atmosphere cooled down, and the cottage with an orange glow in its eyes seemed to be pulled back to reality, a cold gray ......

Hermione picked up her wand and pointed at the jar, the warm flame was extinguished, and Van Lin reacted, took out the light extinguisher left by Ron and extinguished the light, and the hood fell into darkness.

"Don't make a sound!"

......

"Hands up and get out of the tent!" a shrill voice came from the darkness. "We know you're there! There's a half-dozen wands pointed at you, and we don't care who hurts you!"

"It's the Death Eaters......" After a brief exchange, Van Lin felt that the current situation was very bad.

They were only three wizards, and according to a rough estimate, there were no less than a dozen of them just because of the different magic fluctuations......

Did they run into a Death Eater sweep?

Maybe it was because of their bad luck, but Van Lin felt that the Death Eaters had stepped up their search because of Lovegood's affairs.

They were so careless that they thought Harry had set up a few simple spells......

Wait a minute...... Why Harry Setup......

There are just too many things they have overlooked.

"At least twelve people outside the door...... "Van Lin lowered his voice, "we have made a move, and we will definitely ......"

"I don't want to say it a second time, walk out with your hands up!" a voice shouted from outside the door.

"We've got to get out of ...... like a way"

"We probably won't be able to go, Harry...... We are surrounded!" Van Lin said bitterly, "I hope you can accept it!"

"What?"

Harry didn't react, a flash of light flashed, and he bent down in pain, unable to see anything. He could feel his face swell rapidly under his palms as heavy footsteps approached.

"I really don't like this!" Van Lin muttered, listening to the people outside rushing inside, Van Lin's face was also in pain, and a few bulges quickly distorted his face......

"Get up, little bastard. ”

Someone's hand was rudely dragging Van Lin off the ground, and someone was already rummaging through his pockets before he could stop him.

"Where's your wand, boy!"

"I've got my wand broken...... "Van Lin said with a cold breath, clutching his face in agony, feeling his face under his fingers unrecognizable, tight and swollen, as if he had suffered from severe skin allergies.

"What a fool I am to believe Fred's spell!" Van Lin thought to himself with resentment, struggling as he took the opportunity to put his shrunken wand back around his neck!

Magic wand?

It doesn't have that, but the necklace doesn't count!

"You think I'm going to believe it!" said the man who grabbed Van Lin's arm gloomily, pushing his hand hard.

Hermione had been robbed of her wand a long time ago, and now the two of them were being pushed together.

The cold light lit up the tent, and it was only then that Van Lin could see Harry's face, as if he had been beaten up, and if the Potters were standing now, they would never recognize that this was their own son.

"So, what's going on with the faces of the two of you!"

A presiding Death Eater stepped forward, and Van Lin had seen this face when he was in the Ministry of Magic, in the Auror office...... Alex's men.

"Just a while ago, I got a potion experiment...... "Van Lin said, remembering Neville, "try to concoct some...... Wolf Poison Elixir, sir...... You should know the consequences of failure, we were not prepared and even blew up my wand!"

"Wolf poison potion, what are you doing here?"

"Gold Coins...... Sir, we need to make some money......"

"I'll know if what you're saying is true or not......"

"Search here!"

At the sound of the order, seven or eight Death Eaters around them went into action, leaving five people to watch them......

"Name!"

"Esby Modley!" Van Lin replied quickly.

"Well, Modre......" the man took out a list and looked at it carefully, "It's disappointing news, you're not on the list, so, the next ......"

"Becky Bass!"

"No...... Next...... You ......"

The man paused, looking at Harry closely, and Harry's heart went to his throat.

"What's your name!"

Just as Van Lin was considering whether to resist and rush out with Hermione and the others, a Death Eater quickly ran over, clutching two broken wands in his hand.

"Is this your wand?" the man asked, looking back.

"Yes, of course!" Van Lin replied affirmatively, "the cauldron blows my wand off......"

"I don't need to listen to an explanation!"

A fist kept enlarging in front of Fan Lin's eyes so that Fan Lin didn't have time to dodge, but fortunately Fan Lin twisted his face, and the fist didn't hit Fan Lin's nose, but it also made Fan Lin stumble.

"Shut up, boy!" said the man viciously, "Now, come on!"

He pointed at Harry.

"Name!"

Dudley...... Dudley Vernon. Harry looked down at the man's boots.

"Dudley Vernon?"

"Your name is not on the list......"

"Of course, I mean...... Who are they?" asked Harry, but the man didn't speak, just glanced at what Harry was writing on his head.

"Take them out first, and tie them up with ...... little ones"

The Death Eater shoved the three of them out of the tent, ...... Van Lin even thought he had a chance to break free and get them all out, but it was only a thought, and Van Lin soon stuffed the idea into the garbage.

There were no less than ten Death Eaters with torches outside, and it was a large search party.

There were quite a few Death Eaters.

The man behind suddenly pulled him up by the hair, dragged him a short distance, pushed him to his seat, and then began to tie him back to back with the others.

Van Lin tried to calm his mind, but fortunately he was not too far away from Hermione, which made Van Lin a little relieved, maybe the Death Eaters didn't recognize her, after all, the bounty didn't fall on her head.

It wasn't until the men who had finally tied them up that they walked away that Van Lin spoke in a low voice to the other prisoners.

"You two...... How's ......"

"They took my wand. Hermione whispered, leaning towards Van Lin.

"Me too......" Harry whispered.

"You shouldn't be asking him more......"

"I mean......"

But a new, but familiar voice came. It came from the man who was directly behind Van Lin, tied to Hermione's left.

"Harry, Van Lin?"

"Dean?"

There's no way to communicate much, but the presence of Dean, who disappeared on the radio, still surprises them.

It looks like Dean and his little team are separated......

"It's really you!" Dean was shocked and said, "If they find out who they've caught...... Belch...... They are hunters, and they are now just looking for refugees to sell them for gold......"

"It's not a bad night's harvest. "The Death Eaters with Vanlin in their belts walked up to Harry on a pair of boots with tackled heads, and they heard more crashing sounds from the tent. "A pair of Muggle brothers and sisters, a detached little ghost and these refugees. Did you check their names on the list?Taris?" he yelled.

"Yes, there's no guy named Vernondal, Sghaiber. ”

"Interesting," Sgameber said with a sinister expression. "That's fun. ”

He crouched down beside Harry, who could see through the tiny gap between his swollen eyelids a pale face with heavily painted eyes and a slightly distorted face.

He seemed so interested in Harry that he didn't even pay attention to the two of them.

"So you're not wanted, Vernon, or are you something else on the list? Or are you in a different directory? It looks like you're still at school age, why are you here?"

"Running away from home, sir!" said Harry, turning his head.

The man didn't care, "So, you did go to school, so, can you tell me which house you are in at Hogwarts?"

"Slytherin," Harry said automatically.

"Interesting, they all think we want to hear that answer. Sgameber cast a malicious gaze from the shadows. "But none of them were able to tell us where the common room in Slytherin was. ”

"In the dungeon. Harry said clearly. "You go through that wall, it's full of skulls and raw materials, and it's at the bottom of the lake, so the light is all green. ”

There was a brief pause.

"Alright, alright, looks like we've actually caught a Slytherin. Taris said. "It's good for you, Vernon, because not many Slytherins are mudbloods. So who is your father?"

"He works for the Ministry of Magic. "Harry lied. He knew that even a small investigation would debunk his whole story, but on the other hand, he could only do this, trying not to mess with it until his face returned to its normal appearance. "Ministry of Magical Accidents and Cataclysms. ”

"You know, Tarris," said Sgable. "I think there's a guy named Dudley there. ”

Harry could barely breathe: was he lucky, absolutely lucky enough to get them out of here?

"If you're telling the truth, ugly boy, you don't have to be afraid to go to the Ministry of Magic at all. I expect your father to reward us for choosing you. ”

"But," said Harry, his mouth dry, "if you just let us ......"

"Hey!" From inside the tent came a shout: "Look at this. Sgaber!"

A black figure hurried towards them, approaching them, and in the light of their wand, Van Lin saw a flash of silver light. They have discovered the sword of Gryffindor.

"It's very-very-beautiful. Sgeber said appreciatively, taking the sword from his companion's hand. "Oh, that's very good. Looks like it was made by a goblin. Where did you get this stuff?"

"It's my father's," Harry lied, hoping that it was too dark for Sgamer to see the name etched under the hilt. "We borrowed it to ......"

Harry was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Let go of what you're doing, Sgameb, look at this, it's written in the Daily Prophet!"

As Tharis said this, Harry's scar suddenly stretched against his swollen forehead, burning violently.

He saw more clearly than anything around him that he could discern as he saw a towering building, an eerie castle, and the darkness was terrifying: Voldemort's mind suddenly became clear again, and he was sliding towards the great building with a pleasant purpose...... It's getting closer...... It's getting closer......

Harry used his immense willpower to shut himself off from Voldemort's thoughts, pulling his mind back to where he was sitting, and staying in the dark with Van Lin, Hermione, Dean, and Raaf, listening to Tharis and Sghaibert.

"Hermione Granger," Sgameber read, "the mudblood who's known to be traveling with Harry Potter. ”

Harry's scar burned silently, but he did his best to keep his consciousness in its current position without slipping into Voldemort's thoughts. He heard the creaking of Sghaiber's boots, and he crouched down in front of Hermione.

"You know what, little girl? This picture looks a lot like you. ”

"Hey, this is my sister...... I mean, we're just...... Well...... Outsiders, not your ......"

"I didn't ask you!" said Sgameb, who gave Vanlin a cordial greeting again.

"Is that you?"

It felt strange that Hermione's face kept zooming in front of Hermione's eyes......

"No...... It's not me!" Hermione said, pretending to be calm, but it didn't help.

"Interesting!" said Sgameb, standing up, evidently affirming his thoughts.

"As far as everyone knows, he's traveling with Harry Potter...... There were two more people," Sgameber said quietly, "Hermione Granger, a girl from a Muggle background, and Verin Ayr...... A dangerous kid......"

Van Lin rolled his eyes, but his swollen eyes were obviously unable to see such a complicated movement.

What do you mean, a dangerous brat?

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many of you, I would have taken you all down on the spot......

However, it was clear that no one was trying to defend Van Lin now, and there was silence all around.

Harry's scar was extremely painful, but he used all his strength to fight the gravitational pull that entered Voldemort's mind. There is no more important moment than staying in your mind at this moment.