Chapter 1293

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"So, you are Fanlin Al, right? This is not your wand. I am right, right? So, where is your wand?"

Fanlin ignored Sgaib's words, "I think you must have made a mistake. That is my wand."

"Holly wood, the tail feathers of the phoenix..." Scape smelled meaningfully, "This is not your wand, boy, let me guess, where is your wand? Talis..."

With little resistance, Fan Lin suddenly felt his clothes being torn apart.

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

"If my guess is right..."

Then, one hand grabbed his necklace and pulled hard...

"It's obvious, isn't it? I'm so lucky!" Sgaib looked at the necklace in his hand. "Then, next person..."

Is this the first time someone has taken away the wand?

Fanlin felt a little unreal.

Fanlin felt a little bad after they took out Hermione's portrait. These Death Eaters had discovered them. To be precise, were they using their brains?

This is not in line with their positioning.

Or is it that their research on a few of them has reached this point?

Fanlin rarely took off the wand from his neck in front of outsiders. How could this Sgaib...

"Well, that changes things up, doesn't it?" murmured Skye.

No one around responded, and Fan Lin became quiet and began to think about how to escape.

Without the support of the wand, the wizard's spellcasting level will be greatly reduced. Some wizards may even be unable to cast spells. Fortunately, the magic stone is still in their hands and the clothes are thick enough to cover it up, but even if It is full of magic power. If the magic spell cannot break through the defense...

It's no problem to solve one or two, but the search team has more than twenty people...

How many of them could he hit with his bare hands, and then use some magic spells with suddenly reduced power to rush in and hit them?

This seems unrealistic...

Harry felt the group of hunters watching blankly, and he also felt Hermione trembling against his arm.

Skylar stood up, walked a few steps to where Harry was sitting, and once again knelt down and stared at his deformed face carefully.

"So... what's that on your forehead, Vernon?" he asked softly, breathing against Harry's nostrils and pressing a dirty finger to the scar.

"Don't touch it!" Harry yelled; he couldn't help himself and he thought he was going to vomit from the pain.

"I assume you wear glasses, don't you, Potter?" Scarborough asked in a low voice.

"I found the glasses!" shouted one of the searchers who was behind.

"There are glasses in the tent, Scape, wait a minute..." After a moment, Harry's broken glasses were put back on his face. The hunter was peering closely at him.

Harry saw Scape's face, which was gradually distorted by surprise, magnifying in front of his eyes. This was definitely not a good thing. Scape was so close that Harry could feel him. Heavy breathing.

"That's him!" Skylar made a harsh voice. "We've got Potter!" They all stepped back, stunned by what they found.

Harry, who was trying hard to clear his mind from the pain, couldn't think of any words to respond. The fragmented images were shattering into pieces in his consciousness...

He is hiding around the high black castle walls...

No, he was Harry, tied up and without a wand, in trouble...

An old man is looking up, toward the highest window, the highest tower...

He was Harry, and they were discussing his fate in low voices, with Fanlin and Hermione right beside them...and, there was Dean!

Harry tried his best to stay awake, but the intermittent images made it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and fiction.

Where is this going now?

In Fan Lin's eyes, Harry's body was trembling all the time, like red-hot charcoal in the dark night, and the scar on Harry's head was really eye-catching.

Voldemort is connecting to Harry's brain!

Hope Harry can pull through...

Thinking like this, Fanlin looked at Skye. Resistance was futile. He could leave, but he couldn't take Hermione and Harry away with him. He needed a chance, but now the bigger problem was... In front of Skye.

"To the Ministry of Magic?"

"To hell with the Ministry of Magic," snarled Skylar. "That they would keep their word is crazier than telling me to kill myself. We should take it directly to the owner."

"You want to summon him here?" Taris asked, his voice full of fear and panic.

"No," Skye laughed crazily, "If I summon the master, then Alex will definitely come. You know, this is 1.5 million gold galleons. I don't believe him."

Having said this, Taris swallowed, "So..."

"They say he is using Malfoy's home as a base now. Let's take this to them there. At least Bella won't fight for it. As for Malfoy...Lucius doesn't have the guts to do that now."

Is Lucius in such a miserable state?

In the past, before Voldemort returned, people like Skylar were no different from beggars in Lucius's eyes. But look at now, Malfoy's name is being called out by a little boss. of.

Compared to the situation here, Harry seemed to have sunk deeper, and his scars were burning again...

He rose into the night and flew straight to the window at the top of the tower...

"Who's going to handle it here?"

"There are still so many people!" Skibber said nonchalantly, "You stay here and wait for me to come back. We can have a good time... That's 1.5 million gold galleons. Believe me, this will Let’s completely change the status quo. Of course, if any of you want to go find Alex, then go, these rewards will be mine alone!”

No one expressed their opinion. Fanlin was surprised by Skye's prestige in this team. However, when going to Malfoy's house, apart from Bellatrix being a little trouble, everything else...

Malfoy was not living a good life. In Fan Lin's view, he just missed an opportunity. No matter what, Lucius took Voldemort's life. Will Voldemort still trust him? This is true...

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Harry kept struggling, and the burning sensation engulfed his consciousness... The window on the black rock only opened the smallest crack, not enough for one person to enter... Only a humanoid silhouette wrapped in a blanket could be seen from the window ...Is he dead or sleeping...?

"Okay!" Talis said. "Okay, we'll go with you! What do we do with the rest of them, Skye, what do we do with them?"

"Oh, this is 1.5 million gold galleons. We don't have to worry about those petty profits at all. However, we'd better take them with us. We have to have enough manpower. Give me the sword as well. If they are rubies , that’s another small fortune.”

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

"Hold on tight. I'll deal with Potter!" said Scarborough, grabbing a fistful of Harry's hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scraping his scalp.

"Talis, leave these two to you, be careful with that kid!"

"Know!"

Fan Lin felt that his arms were tied tightly with ropes.

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

They apparated with their respective prisoners in tow. Harry struggled, trying to get away from Greyback, but there was no hope: Ron and Hermione were squeezing him tightly on either side; he could not break away, and when the breath was squeezed out of his body, he The scars are even more painful...

…he forced himself like a snake through the crack of a window and landed, like water vapor in cells… towards the room…

The prisoners landed on a country road, where they bumped into each other out of silence.

Fan Lin wanted to stabilize his body, but he was pulled hard and staggered again. Obviously, Fan Lin had given enough psychological shadow to the Death Eaters.

The werewolf Greyback, the Akale brothers and sisters, plus countless injured vampires and one of Snape's arms.

He escaped from Voldemort countless times and even injured the Dark Lord. His record speaks for itself.

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

Harry breathed a small sigh of relief.

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

A raider strode to the door and shook it.

"How do we get in? The door is locked, Skye, I can't...ah!"

The hunter withdrew his hand in surprise.

The door was twisting, twisting into a curl, the iron was twisting, and finally curled into a hideous face, it spoke with an echoing clang. "State your purpose!"

"We caught Potter!" Skylar shouted loudly and proudly, puffing out his chest. "We've captured Harry Potter!"

The door opened.

"Quick!" Scape said to his men, and the prisoners were led through the gate, up the road, and through the hedges.

Malfoy's manor is still very interesting. Fan Lin did not struggle. Voldemort is not here, so it is still safe here. Fan Lin saw a 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 into decline, Malfoy is still much better than most aristocratic families.

Fanlin can guarantee that the Malfoy family must have Muggle blood, otherwise the power inherited in the bloodline would not be lost at all. Just take a look at Voldemort and you will know that although his emotions are flawed, his talent is undoubted.

In the days when Voldemort was away, the Malfoy family was definitely the backbone of the nobility.

Anyway, Fanlin has never seen anyone raising peacocks in the UK. Maybe this is just a facade, and he showed off more than once when Draco was young.

Harry staggered in front, but was pulled to his feet by Scarborough; now he was tied back to back with four other prisoners and staggered along the roadside. Closing his swollen eyes, he let the pain of his scar overcome him for a moment as he wondered what Voldemort was doing now, did he know Harry had been caught?

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The thin figure was rolled up under the thin blanket, and the blanket was opened towards him. His skull-like face and eyes were opened... The thin man sat up, staring at him with his deep-set eyes, staring at Voldemort. Laughed. Most of his teeth are gone…

"So, here you are. I knew you would...someday. But there's no point in your coming. I never had it."

"You lie!" As Voldemort's anger throbbed in his body, Harry's scar warned of an outbreak of pain. He jerked his thoughts back to his own body, and watched as the prisoners were pushed through the broken ground. He was trying his best to keep his mind in place as he walked down the stone road. A burst of light illuminated them all.

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

"We are here to meet him...the great master!" Skyebo replied in a harsh voice.

"Who are you?"

"You know me!" There was a hint of anger in Skibber's voice. "I'm Skywalker! We've got Harry Potter!"

Scape grabbed Harry and pulled him so that his face was facing the light, which caused the other prisoners to be dragged over with him.

"I know he looks swollen, ma'am, but that's who he is!" Skibber said. boasted. "If you look closer, you can see his scar. And, here, ma'am, do you see this girl? The Mudblood traveling with him, and this, swollen guy with a pig's head, this It’s that Fanlin El.”

Hearing this, Narcissa's eyebrows twitched, and she looked at Fan Lin, who tried hard to smile.

But combined with Fan Lin's swollen face, it was obvious that this scared Narcissa. As an aristocratic lady who had lived in the manor since childhood, the appearance of Fan Lin and Harry was definitely something Narcissa had never seen before. A new experience.

"There's no doubt these are them, and we've got their wands! Here, ma'am!"

Greyback raised Fanlin's necklace and Harry's wand.

Through his swollen eyelids, Harry saw Narcissa Malfoy examining it carefully.

Sgaib held out the two wands and Fanlin's necklace to her. She raised her eyebrows.

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

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

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