Chapter 1294

Now all this feels like a dream to Vanlin.

The first ten minutes, the three of them were still jubilant about receiving the news from their friends, and then they were captured by more than twenty Death Eaters with wands pointed at them, and then their wands were confiscated, and then they were escorted to the Malfoy family?

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

The darkness outside made the light in the living room very dazzling; Vanlin could tell that the room was very large even if he could not open his eyes. A crystal chandelier hung on the ceiling, and more portraits were hung on the dark purple walls. When the prisoners were escorted into the room by the searchers, two figures stood up from the chairs in front of the gorgeous marble fireplace.

"What's going on?" Lucius Malfoy's disgusting familiar tone fell into Vanlin's ears, sounding lazy.

It seems that old Lucius is doing well, maybe because Voldemort didn't punish him, or because Draco did a great job of... Dumbledore's task...

This is really ironic. Before Voldemort returned, although there were some shortcomings in the cutting-edge strength, at least the Malfoy family could still compete with Dumbledore in small places, instead of sacrificing all of their family, including the future only heir, like now.

Farlin paused, looked up and squinted his eyes to look at Lucius, the old fox whose fur was stripped.

Compared to Vanlin's calmness, Harry was even planning to attack Lucius and even the entire Malfoy family. Now he was panicking.

The swollen eyes made him see no way out. His fear was already like this. In comparison, it seemed easier to close the connection with Voldemort's thoughts, although his scar was still burning.

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

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

Draco was not in a good state now, at least that was what Vanlin thought, far from the spirit of the noble young master of Hogwarts, even in his own home.

Harry did not dare to look directly at Draco, but he looked at him sideways; a man slightly taller than him stood up from an armchair, his face pale and sharp, blurred by his blond hair.

Scabior forced the prisoners to turn around and lean back to make room for Vanlin and the other two to be directly exposed to the chandelier.

"Well, boy?" Scabior said in a feminine but very harsh voice.

Now, Harry was facing a mirror on the fireplace, with a huge gilded object in a scroll-shaped frame. Through the slits of his eyes, he saw his own image in the mirror, which was the first time he had seen himself since leaving Grimmauld Place. His face was huge and glowed pink, and every feature was distorted by Vanlin's spell.

His black hair was shoulder-length, and there was a dark shadow around his chin. If he didn't know that it was him standing here, he would definitely wonder who was wearing his glasses. He decided not to speak, because his voice would definitely betray him; he still avoided eye contact with Draco as Draco approached him.

"Well, Draco?" Lucius Malfoy said. He sounded eager. "Is it him? Is it Harry Potter?"

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

He tried his best to keep his distance from Scabior, 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 everyone could enjoy. At least, Draco couldn't. His heart was not firm enough.

Maybe it was because of Hogwarts. Not everyone was as perverted as Voldemort, and even brainwashed all those who supported him with a twisted heart. They were just some ordinary wizards who walked out of Hogwarts.

"Look at him carefully, look! Get closer!"

Harry had never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited. "Draco, if we were the ones who handed Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven..."

"Then we won't forget the one who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy?" Scabior said threateningly.

"Of course not, of course not!" said Lucius impatiently. He moved himself closer to Harry, and Harry could see his tired, pale face clearly even through his swollen eyes. Wearing this swollen mask for a face, Harry felt like peering out through the bars of a cage.

"What did you do to him?" Lucius asked Scabior. "How did they become like this?"

"Not from us."

"It looks more like a Stinging Curse to me," Lucius whispered. His grey eyes scanned Harry's forehead.

"There's something here," he whispered. "It could be a scar, taut and stretched..."

"Draco, come here, take a good look! What do you think?" Lucius suddenly shouted, which startled Draco.

Harry saw that Draco's face was now close to his, right next to his father's. They looked extremely similar, except that while his father beside him looked excited, Draco's expression was full of reluctance and even fear.

"I don't know," he said, and he walked away toward the fireplace, where his mother stood watching. "We'd better be sure, Lucius," Narcissa said to her husband in a voice that was cold but clear. "Before we summon the Dark Lord, we have to be absolutely sure that this is Potter... they say it's his..."

Narcissa was examining the holly wand carefully. "But it doesn't look like what Ollivander described... if we're wrong, if we summon the Dark Lord and find that it's nothing... remember what he did to Lyall and Droha?"

"What about this Muggle?" Greyback grumbled. Harry almost collapsed as the Snatchers forced the prisoner to turn around again, and the light fell on Hermione. "Wait a minute," Narcissa shrieked. "Yes... yes, she was with Beau in Madam Malkin's! I saw her picture in the Daily Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't she the girl called Granger?"

"I... maybe... it's..."

"Then that's Al? Valin Al?" Lucius shouted, striding around the bound prisoner to Valin. "They are Potter's friends..."

Lucius looked at Fanlin uncertainly, as if his throat was choked.

He had been defeated by this boy too many times...

"How did you catch them?" For no reason, Lucius felt that it was a little unreal, and he looked at Scabior uncertainly.

If this was really what Vanlin Al said, it was not that Lucius was belittling Scabior. To be honest, he really didn't trust this so-called search team. If it was just Scabior and his men...

"We have more than 20 wands pointing at them!" Scabior said with a very gloomy tone, "So..."

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

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Malfoy, I think I at least don't have the ability... or should I say no reason to get rid of you, right..."

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

"You?" Lucius pursed his lips quickly.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy, you are lucky to have captured me and Harry, right? Maybe this will earn the Dark Lord's forgiveness...forgiveness for killing him once!"

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

"Lucius!" Narcissa said quickly, looking at her husband in confusion, while Draco wanted to come up and hold Lucius, but he stopped again, looking very embarrassed.

Hermione let out a short cry of surprise. For a moment, with Lucius's action, it was like a calm lake was broken by a flying stone...

"Don't be so excited, Lucius... Or, what do you think you have done?" Vanlin's voice sounded in Lucius' mind again, "Calm down, it's not good for you!"

"What happened?" Scabior took out his wand and pointed it at Vanlin, "What did you do?"

"No... I just want to confirm..." Lucius let go and pushed Vanlin lightly, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands...

It must be admitted that Lucius was able to argue with Dumbledore and had the ability to respond immediately.

Just as Scabior was about to say something, the door of the living room opened behind him. A woman was talking, and her voice greatly increased Harry's fear.

"What's going on, what happened," Bellatrix Lestrange slowly walked around the prisoners, stopped on Harry's right hand, and stared 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 the one next to her, we think is Potter! Potter and his friends, finally caught!"

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

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

"Potter?" Bellatrix screamed, and she gradually stepped back to better look at Harry. "Are you sure? Then, we should notify the Dark Lord immediately!"

She rolled up the sleeve of her left hand: Harry saw the Dark Lord's brand on her arm, and knew that she was about to touch it and notify her admired master...

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

"Your right!" Bellatrix sneered, trying to wrench her hand from his grasp. "When you lost your wand, you lost your rights, Lucius! How dare you? Get your hands off me!"

"This is none of your business, you didn't catch this boy..."

"Please forgive me, Mr. Malfoy, I think you made a mistake," Scape suddenly interrupted, "Now it seems that we are the ones who captured Potter, and we are the ones who have the right to get the gold coins."

"Coins!" Bellatrix laughed, still trying to shake off her brother-in-law, fumbling for her wand in her free pouch. "Take your gold, filthy scavenger. What do I need gold for? I only seek his... honor."

Bellatrix stopped struggling, her dark eyes fixed on 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. He was a little unsure whether to inform the Dark Lord.

Finally, Lucius rolled up his sleeves, and Fanlin was ready to take action to deal with Bella, Skye, and the other three Death Eaters.

A very good sneak attack angle. Using that chain, Fan Lin could definitely penetrate the bodies of five people before they could react.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Bellatrix screamed: "Don't touch it, if the Dark Lord arrives now, we will all be dead!" Lucius froze, his index finger staying on Dark magic mark on. Bellatrix strode out of Harry's limited view.

"What's that?" he heard her say.

"Sword," grunted one of the muggers Harry couldn't see.

"give it to me."

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

There was a sudden bang accompanied by a red flash; Fan Lin was a little surprised, he knew that the snatcher had been knocked unconscious. Their men roared: Scape drew his wand.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at, woman?"

"Swoon!" screamed Bellatrix. "Swoon!"

They were no match for her, not even four against one: she was a witch, and as Fanlin knew, Bella had superb skills and a cold heart.

They all fell down where they had been standing, except Skylar, who Bella left behind, so he had to kneel on the ground with his arms outstretched. From the corner of his eye, Fanlin saw Bellatrix subduing this guy, Gryffindor's sword tightly held in her hand, her face as pale as wax.

"Where did you get this sword?" she whispered to Skylar, pulling the wand from his defenseless hand.

"How dare you?" he yelled, his mouth the only moving part as he was forced to look at her, "Let me go, woman!"

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

"It's in their tent." Skye shouted angrily. "Let me go, I say!"

She waved her wand and Skylar jumped aside, but was careful not to get too close to her.

He paced back and forth behind an armchair, his pale fingers gripping the back of it.

"Draco, throw these scum outside," Bellatrix said, pointing at the unconscious men. "If you don't have the guts to kill them, just leave them in the backyard for me to deal with."

"How dare you talk to Draco like that, like..." Narcissa said furiously, but Bellatrix interrupted her with a scream: "Quiet! This is much more serious than you think, Sy. Akane! We have a very serious problem!"

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