Now all this feels like a dream to Van Lin.

The three of them were still jubilant about receiving messages from their friends for the first ten minutes, and then they were taken prisoner by two dozen Death Eaters with their wands, and then their wands were captured and then escorted to Malfoy's house?

It must be admitted that the old aristocratic manor is still very magnificent, at least much more luxurious than Hogwarts, after all, Hogwarts is only a school.

The darkness outside made the living room brightly lit, and Van Lin could make out that the room was large even if he couldn't keep his eyes open. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and more portraits hang on the dark purple wall. As the prisoners were escorted into the room by the raiders, two figures rose from their chairs in front of the ornate marble fireplace.

"What's going on?" said Lucius Malfoy's disgustingly familiar tone to Van Lin's ears, sounding lazy.

It looked like old Lucius was doing well, maybe because Voldemort didn't punish him, or because Draco did a good job...... Dumbledore's quest......

It's ironic that before Voldemort's return, although there were some shortcomings in cutting-edge strength, at least the Malfoy family was able to wrestle with Dumbledore in a small place, instead of taking in the whole of their own family, including the future sole heir, as they do now.

Vanlin paused, looking up and squinting at Lucius, the old fox who had been stripped of his fur.

Compared to Van Lin's composure, and even the idea of Lucius and even the entire Malfoy family, Harry was now panicked.

His swollen eyes kept him from seeing no way out, his fear was already there, and it seemed easier to close the connection to Voldemort's mind by comparison, though his scars were still burning.

"They said they captured Al and Potter," Narcissa said in a cold voice. "Draco, come here. ”

A figure in a black suit flashed out from behind Lucius.

Draco wasn't in a good state right now, at least that's what Van Lin thought, nowhere near as good as the noble young master at Hogwarts, even if it was in his own home.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't dare to look directly at Draco, but he squinted at him, a man slightly taller than him, rising from an armchair, his face pale and sharpened, blurred beneath the blonde hair.

Sgameber forced the prisoners to lean on to make room for the two of them to be exposed directly to the chandelier.

"Well, boy?" said Sgamebrough in a soft, but harsh voice.

Now, Harry was facing a mirror over the fireplace, with a huge gilded thing in the frame of the cartouche. Through the slits of his eyes he saw himself in the mirror, the first time he had seen himself since he had left Grimmauld Place. His face was enormous, glowing pink, every feature distorted by the spell of Van Lin.

His black hair was shoulder-length and there was a dark shade around his chin. If he didn't know that he was standing here, he would have wondered who was wearing his glasses. He decided not to speak, as his voice would have betrayed him, and he was still avoiding eye contact with Draco as he approached him.

"Huh, Draco?" said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded wistful. "Is it him? Is it Harry Potter?"

"I don't ...... I'm not sure," Draco said, a little trembling,

He did his best to keep his distance from Sghaiber, and when Harry looked at him, he seemed to look at Harry with fear.

Draco was terrified, his actions directly led to Dumbledore's death, and Voldemort's appreciation and gifts were not something that anyone could enjoy, at least, Draco was not strong enough.

Maybe it's because of Hogwarts, not everyone is as perverted as Voldemort, and even brainwashes all those who support him with a twisted heart, they are just ordinary wizards who have walked out of Hogwarts.

"Look at him, look! closer!"

Harry had never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited. "Draco, if we're the one who gave Potter to the Dark Lord, everything can be ......"

"Well, we won't forget the man who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy?" said Sgaero menacingly.

"Of course not, of course not!" Lucius said impatiently. He himself approached Harry, and Harry could clearly see his tired, pale face even from his swollen eyes. Wearing this swollen mask as his face, Harry felt like he was peering through the cage fence.

"What did you do to him?" Lucius asked Sgameber, "how did they become like this?"

"We didn't do it. ”

"To me, it's more of a stinging spell," Lucius whispered. His grey eyes swept across Harry's forehead.

"There's something here," he whispered. "It's probably a scar, tight and stretched......"

"Draco, come here, take a good look! what do you think?" Lucius suddenly shouted, startling Draco.

Harry saw Draco's face now pressed against him, right next to his father's. They looked very similar, except for the excitement of his father next to him, and Draco's expression was full of reluctance, even fear.

"I don't know," he said, as he walked away toward the fireplace, where his mother was standing and watching. "We'd better be sure, Lucius," Narcissa said to her husband in a cold, clear voice. "Before we summon the Dark Lord, we're going to be completely sure it's Potter...... They said it was his ......"

Narcissa was looking closely at the holly wand, "But that doesn't match Ollivanders' description...... If we're mistaken, if we summon the Dark Lord only to find out it's nothing...... Remember what he did with Lyle and Duruha?"

"And what about this Muggle?" said Greyback grumbling. Harry nearly collapsed when the raider forced the prisoner to turn around again, the light shining on Hermione. "Wait a minute," Narcissa shrieked. "Yes...... Yes, she was with Po in Madame Morkin's shop! I saw her in the Daily Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't she the girl named Granger?"

"I ...... Maybe...... It's ......"

"So, that's Al Vanlinal?" Lucius shouted, striding around the bound prisoner and facing Vanlin. "They're friends with Potter......"

As if choked by the throat, Lucius looked at Van Lin uncertainly.

He had eaten deflated from the boy in front of him too many times......

"How did you catch them?" Lucius felt something unreal, and he looked at Sgameber uncertainly.

If this was really Van Lin Al, it wasn't Lucius who belittled Sghaiber, and to be honest, he really didn't trust this so-called search party, if it was just SGaber and a few of his men......

"We've got twenty wands against them!" said Sgameb, in a very gloomy tone, "so ......"

"See you again, Mr. Lucius!" Van Lin's voice suddenly remembered from Lucius's mind, like a lightning strike, Lucius's body stiffened, he didn't have a wand now, so close to a guy who was obviously very dangerous......

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Malfoy, I don't think I'm at least capable of it right now...... I guess there's no reason to get rid of you, isn't it......"

Hearing this, Lucius stared at Van Lin with straight eyes, as if he wanted to dissect Van Lin from the inside out.

"Is that you?" Lucius pursed his lips quickly.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy, you're lucky to have caught me and Harry, aren't you, maybe this will be forgiven by the Dark Lord...... Forgive me for killing him once!"

"What are you talking about!" Lucius suddenly grabbed Vanlin's collar with both hands.

"Lucius!" Narcissa said quickly, looking at her husband with some confusion, and Draco tried to come up and grab Lucius, but he stopped, looking very embarrassed.

Hermione let out a short exclamation, and for a moment, as Lucius moved, it was as if the surface of a calm lake had been broken by a flying pebble......

"Don't get so excited, Lucius...... Or do you think you've done something yourself?" Van Lin's voice sounded in Lucius's head again, "Calm down, it's not good for you!"

"What happened?" Sgamel pulled out his wand and pointed it at Van Lin, "what did you do?"

"No...... I just want to make sure......" Lucius let go of his hand and nudged Van Lin lightly, then took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands......

It must be admitted that Lucius was able to fight Dumbledore and immediately react.

Just as Sgameber was about to say something, the door to the living room opened behind him. A woman spoke, her voice adding to Harry's fear.

"What's going on, what's going on," Bellatrix Lestrange slowly walked around the prisoners, stopping at Harry's right-hand side, staring at Hermione through her thick eyelids.

"Sure," she said calmly, "is this the Mudblood girl? Is this Granger?"

"Yes, yes, it's Granger!" Lucius took two steps back and said, "And next to her, we think it's Potter!

Lucius didn't say who it was, but in Bella's eyes, there was nothing more important than Harry.

"Go on, Lucius, you know what to do. Vanlin's voice rang out again, and Lucius's body stiffened again, which made Narcissa feel strange, but Bellatrix was here, like a giant luminous body, and she and Potter, the two of them firmly attracted everyone's attention.

"Potter?" Bellatrix screamed, and she stepped back to get a better look at Harry. "Are you sure? Well, we should inform the Dark Lord immediately!"

She rolled up the sleeve of her left hand: Harry saw the Dark Lord's mark on her arm and knew she was going to touch it to inform her admired master......

"I was about to tell him!" Lucius said, his hand resting on Bellatrix's wrist to prevent her from touching the Dark Mark. "I'll summon him, Bella. Potter was brought to my house, so it's my right......"

"Your right!" Bellatrix scoffed, trying to wring her own hand out of his grip. "When you lose your wand, you have no rights, Lucius! How dare you? Take your hand off me!"

"It's none of your business, you didn't go catch this kid......"

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Malfoy, I think you got a mistake on a question," Skyber interjected suddenly, "and now it looks like we caught Potter, and it was we who were entitled to the gold"

"Gold!" Bellatrix laughed, still trying to shake off her brother-in-law, fumbling for her wand in her other free bag. "Take your gold, filthy scavenger. What is the use of asking for gold? I only seek his ...... Honor. ”

Bellatrix stopped struggling, black eyes staring at something Harry couldn't see.

Seeing her surrender, Lucius let go of her hand with a relaxed expression.

In fact, this made Lucius a little embarrassed, and he was a little unsure whether to inform the Dark Lord or not.

Eventually, Lucius rolled up his sleeves, and Van Lin was ready to take out Bella, Sgherber, and the other three Death Eaters.

A good angle for a sneak attack, and with that chain, Van Lin could definitely penetrate the bodies of the five before they could react.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Bellatrix screamed, "Don't touch it, if the Dark Lord arrives now, we'll all be dead!" Lucius froze for a moment, his index finger resting on the Dark Arts mark. Bellatrix strode out of Harry's limited vision.

"What's that?" he heard her.

"Sword," a Harry seeker muttered.

"Give it to me. ”

"It's not yours, ma'am, it's mine, I think I found it. ”

There was a sudden thud accompanied by a flash of red, and Van Lin was a little surprised, he knew that the snatcher had been knocked unconscious. Their men let out a roar: Sghaiber drew his wand.

"What the hell do you think you're up to, woman?"

"Faint!" Bellatrix screamed, "Faint!"

They weren't her opponents, even if they were four against one: she was a witch, and as Bella knew from Van Lin, she had a masterful skill and a ruthless heart.

They all collapsed where they had just stood, except for Sgameb, who had been left behind by Bella, so he had to get on his knees and stretch out his arms. Out of the corner of his eye, Van Lin saw Bellatrix subduing the guy, Gryffindor's sword clenched tightly in her hand, her face as pale as wax.

"Where did you get this sword?" she whispered to Schipper, pulling her wand out of his defenseless hand.

"How dare you?" he roared, and when he was forced to look at her, the only thing left of his mouth was his mouth, "let go of me, woman!"

"Where did you find this sword?" she repeated, waving the sword in front of him, "Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"

"It was in their tent. Sgebger roared, "Let go of me, I say!"

She waved her wand, and Skyber jumped aside, but still careful not to get near her.

He walked back and forth behind an armchair, his pale fingers gripping the back of the chair.

"Draco, throw this scum outside. Bellatrix said, pointing to the unconscious men. "If you don't have the courage to end them up, put them in the backyard and wait for me to deal with them. ”

"How dare you talk to Draco like that, like ......" Narcissa said furiously, but Bellatrix interrupted her with a scream, "Quiet! it's much worse than you think, Cissy!