Chapter 1296

Harry slapped Ron's arm as hard as he could to stop him from screaming, and Ron looked regretful for his mistake.

In order to amplify the effect of the torture, Bellatrix used a spell to connect the dungeon to the hall so that the sound could be transmitted.

Bellatrix is ​​very good at creating fear, isn't she? Just like the talent of the Death Eaters, using fear... this is the most basic method.

But it is obvious that these sounds are enough to drive Hermione crazy.

Listening to the footsteps in the hall, Dobby's huge tennis ball-shaped eyes widened; he was shaking from head to toe. He returned to his former master's home, and it was obvious that he was terrified.

"Harry Potter," he said in the smallest trembling voice, "Dobby came to save you."

"But how did you..."

"Get out of here!" Vanlin roared in pain, followed by Bellatrix's screams, plus the huge sound of breaking, for a while it became extremely noisy.

"I mean, how did you come here..." Harry asked at a loss, "I mean, can you take Fanlin away?"

"I'm afraid not, Harry Potter..." Dobby said tremblingly, he was extremely flustered.

"He is your master, Dobby!" Hermione screamed, "You should now..."

"But, Master Al asked me to come here... I mean, find Harry Potter, and then rescue you..." Dobby said hesitantly.

"What?"

"Dobby, Dobby doesn't know..." Dobby took two steps back, "Dobby suddenly received a message from Master Al just now..."

"You mean, Fanlin..."

The roar came from the hall again, different from the previous wailing, perhaps there was something new, anyway, Harry felt that this was not a good thing.

"Oh... okay, can you Apparate from this cellar?" Harry asked quickly, Dobby nodded, his ears flapping.

"Then can you take humans with you?"

Dobby nodded again.

"Great, Dobby, I want you to capture Luna, Dean and Mr. Ollivander, and bring them... to... to..."

"Bill and Fleur's house," Ron said suddenly, "Shell Cottage, on the outskirts of Tinworth!"

The house-elf nodded for the third time.

"Then come back," Harry said, "Can you do it, Dobby?"

"Of course, Harry Potter," Dobby whispered.

"Let's go and rescue Vanlin..." Harry said, "He's still up there, let's let..."

"I agree!" Hermione wiped her tears and stood up, "Dobby, follow orders!"

"Yes, mistress!" Dobby said, "Dobby will be back as soon as possible."

Dobby came to Mr. Ollivander, who was almost unconscious. He grabbed one of the wandmaker's hands and stretched out the other hand to Luna and Dean, but neither of them moved.

"Harry, we want to help you!" Luna whispered.

"We leave you here... we can't..." Dean said.

"You two, hurry up! We'll see you at Bill and Fleur's," Harry said, his scar aching more than ever. He looked down for a few seconds, and saw not the wandmaker, but another man, old and thin, grinning.

"Then kill me, Voldemort. I welcome death but you will gain nothing if I die... There are many things you don't know..."

He felt Voldemort's wrath, but when the roar came again from afar, Harry tried to shake off the image and return to his current predicament in the cellar.

It seemed that Bellatrix's spell had failed. They could only hear a little bit of sound now. Harry had no way of judging what was going on, but it was certain that their cage was now terribly quiet.

"Go!" Harry pleaded with Luna and Dean, "Go! We'll follow soon, go!"

They grabbed the goblin's outstretched fingers. With a loud noise, Dobby, Luna, Dean and Ollivander disappeared.

But there was no way to hide it. The air burst caused by the Apparition was too loud, especially in a closed cage. It was very abnormal.

"What's that sound!" A gloomy male voice came out. It was not from the hall, but in the corridor leading to the dungeon. Scabior sent them down, so naturally they couldn't leave.

Bellatrix wouldn't let them participate...

"Wormtail, go to the dungeon and take a look..."

"Wormtail?" Harry was a little angry. He used the Imperius Curse to control Ron, and tried to make Ron use the Avada Kedavra Curse to replace Sirius... All this was the coward called Wormtail...

"He's not dead yet?" Harry said in disbelief. He looked at Ron, as if asking for an answer.

"Yes..." Ron's expression was a little complicated. He had been imprisoned here with Luna these days. To be honest, when facing Wormtail again, Ron couldn't help but not know how to face it. After all, Wormtail had been in the Weasley family as Scabbers for more than ten years...

"Very good!" Harry nodded, "Let's deal with him!"

They had no choice: if someone entered the room and saw that three prisoners were missing, they would be finished.

"Turn on the lights," Harry added, and hid Hermione behind him.

They heard footsteps slowing outside the door, and they leaned against the walls on either side.

"Stand back," Wormtail said, "and stay away from the door. I'm opening the door."

The door opened quickly. Under the illumination of three small sun-like light balls floating in the air, Wormtail immediately saw the apparently empty cellar.

The next second, Harry and Ron, who were hiding on both sides of the door, attacked him. Ron grabbed Wormtail's wand arm and pulled up. Harry slapped his hand over his mouth to stop him from making any sound.

They fought silently. Wormtail's wand sparkled; his right hand was firmly around Harry's throat.

"What's the matter, Wormtail?" Skylar called from above.

"No... nothing!" Ron responded quickly, imitating Wormtail's breathless voice as best he could, "Everything is fine!"

Harry couldn't breathe.

"You want to... kill me?" Harry was almost suffocating, trying to grab Wormtail's fingers, "After I saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail!"

Suddenly, the tightly clasped fingers loosened slightly.

This was beyond Harry's expectation: the opportunity could not be missed. He broke away suddenly, his hand still covering Wormtail's mouth, and then he rode up.

He saw the watery eyes of this rat-like man full of fear and surprise: he seemed to feel just as much as Harry about what his hands had just done, about the small kindness he had just shown. surprise. He struggled even more fiercely, as if to cover up his momentary vulnerability.

"You damn scumbag, you have to pay the price!"

With a bang, Harry's fist hit Wormtail's nose hard.

Harry punched so hard that his hand broke the bridge of Peter's nose, leaving a large blood stain on Peter's face.

But Harry had no intention of stopping. As if he had found an outlet, Harry punched Wormtail's face one after another. Blood splashed all over Harry's face, but Harry didn't realize it at all. Stop yourself.

His fists were worn out and the blood was mixed...

Wormtail seemed to have lost all ability to resist, like a dead man. Apart from the muffled sound, the only sound left was Harry's heavy breathing.

"That's enough...Harry..." Ron reached out and pulled Harry with a complicated expression, "He's going to die..."

"This is the price he deserves!" Harry gasped and took two steps back. Then Wormtail curled up and blood flowed out from under his body...

"We're going to get this," Ron whispered, pulling Wormtail's wand out of his other hand.

"Harry, how did you..." Before Ron could finish his words, Harry staggered forward two steps.

"Give me your wand!"

"What?"

"I said, give me your wand!" Harry shouted.

Wormtail, who was on the verge of death, seemed to open a floodgate for Harry's emotions. Harry almost killed Wormtail alive with one punch after another, and his emotions were released without any scruples...

"Here...here you..." Ron couldn't believe his eyes, the look on Harry's face...

"Remember, you deserve this!" Harry said, stepping past Peter Pettigrew who was collapsed on the ground...

He felt unworthy for Sirius and Lupin, and maybe he felt sorry for them both and couldn't let them solve it themselves.

Suddenly...a strong burning sensation spread across Harry's forehead again. It felt like the scar had split open his brain again, and then burned everything on the green flames...

The next second, the reality surrounding Harry disappeared: he was now Voldemort. The scrawny wizard in front of him grinned at him.

Inexplicably, a rage filled Harry's mind, or rather, Voldemort's emotions.

There are always all kinds of people, and for every type of person there is bound to be someone seeking death.

For example, the old man in front of him could still laugh when facing Voldemort.

Harry somewhat understood, but he also didn't quite understand. However, Harry was certain that Voldemort... or rather, himself... would not let him go.

"Then, kill me!" the old man demanded, "You can't win, you can't win! That wand will never be yours..."

"You don't seem to understand yet," Voldemort pinched the old man's face with one hand, like a red-hot iron, leaving traces of his fingers firmly on the old man's face.

"I mean, I've conquered death?"

"You are just an arrogant user!" the old man shouted crazily, "Conquer death?"

"Believe it or not, I am not asking you, nor am I asking for your opinion, and I repeat at the end, hand over the wand."

"Of course I know better," the old man said, "I also told you that it's not mine. I know you are back and stronger than I expected, but you are really terrible!"

The old man suddenly laughed, which was extremely harsh in Harry's ears.

Voldemort was furious: green light filled the prison, and the old man's fragile body bounced off its hard bed, only to fall back down, dead.

Voldemort returned to the window, unable to contain his rage...

The old guy who doesn't know how to praise is like the stubbornness of an entire era...

"Ha... Harry... Wake up, Harry..." Hermione's cry immediately pulled Harry back to reality from his fantasy.

It doesn't feel good to invade someone else's brain. No matter which party you are on, the spirits of each other are crushing each other. This is probably the most defenseless confrontation. In the spiritual world, even a little thought can be transformed into the most substantial and sharp attack.

Harry covered his forehead in some pain. The blood made him unconscious, not to mention the rising breath of killing...

"How are you, Harry..."

"I... I saw him..." Harry beat his head hard.

"Mysterious man?" Ron was startled. This was not good news for them.

"Is he back?"

"No..." Harry said, "He just killed someone. I'm not sure. It was the previous owner of the Elder Wand. However, he didn't get the wand..."

Harry took a breath and tried to calm himself down.

"We have to hurry up. I'm not sure when he will come back, but it may not be soon..."

"Wormtail, what's going on down there?"

Scabior's voice came from the top of the passage, which startled the three of them.

Ron hurriedly imitated, but it seemed that the news of Voldemort had too much impact on him, so that Ron's voice was a little distorted...

"Just... just come..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ron knew something bad was going to happen, because a series of heavy footsteps sounded in the originally quiet passage, and at least three people rushed down at the same time.

"I'll deal with them..." Harry pulled Hermione behind him. A wizard without a wand, especially a girl, could do very little in this situation.

"Can you..." Ron said uncertainly. He looked at Wormtail who was no longer moving. Ron was really unsure about Harry's condition.

Harry was just beaten to death...

"Do you have a better way?"

The footsteps were getting closer...

"Get out of the way!" Harry reached out and pushed Ron aside. Then, he shook the wand in his hand, and a blasting spell mixed with endless flames swept along the only passage leading to the upper floor.

Wormtail's wand is much more useful than the holly wood dragon nerve wand that Vanlin gave him. Perhaps it was because Harry personally killed Wormtail. Vanlin said that wands can be plundered as long as you defeat the opponent and the opponent's wand is willing to accept your words.

Without considering emotional issues, Harry's talent is naturally unquestionable compared to Peter Pettigrew.

But Harry didn't have time to be surprised. He was still unsure of how effective his spell would be. In short, it was much better than he thought, because Harry heard an explosion and two screams.

Suddenly, Harry seemed to have no so-called psychological burden, at least when facing these Death Eaters.

They have always wanted to kill me, so why can't I just fight back in their own way?

"Let's go to the hall to save Fanlin..." Harry said in a low voice, wiping the blood splashed on his face with his sleeve, "They have to pay the price, right? I'll go out first, you two, if I hit someone, you grab the wand, and then we'll take advantage of him before he comes back, and completely..."

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