Chapter 1255

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"So, you're Fanlin Al, aren't you? It's not your wand. I'm right. So where is your wand

"I think you must be mistaken. That's my wand."

"Winter green wood, Phoenix's tail feather..." Scabber sniffed meaningfully, "this is not your wand, boy. Let me guess. Where is your wand? Talis... "

There was little resistance, and van Linton felt his clothes torn apart.

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

"If I guess right..."

Then, one hand tugged at his necklace and pulled hard

"It's obvious, isn't it? I'm lucky!" Scaber looked at the necklace in his hand. "Well, next..."

Is this the first time a wand has been taken away?

Van Lin feels a little bit unreal.

After they pulled out Hermione's portrait, Fanlin felt a little bad that these death eaters had found them, to be exact, they were using their brains?

This is not in line with their positioning.

Or have they reached this point in their research of several people?

Van Lim rarely takes his wand off his neck in front of outsiders. How does this scaber

"Well, it makes a difference, doesn't it?" Said scabber in a low voice.

No one around to respond, Fanlin also quiet down, began to think about how to get out.

Without the support of the magic wand, the magic level of the sorcerer will be greatly reduced. Even some sorcerers simply can't release the magic spell. Fortunately, the magic stone is still in hand, and the clothes are thick enough to cover it up. But even if the magic power is abundant, if the magic spell can't break the defense

There is no problem in solving one or two, but the search team has more than 20 people

His bare hands, and then with some of the sudden reduction of the power of the curse rushed up to hit a few?

It doesn't seem realistic

Harry leaned against his arms, and felt him trembling.

Scabber got up, walked a few steps to where Harry was sitting, and squatted down again, looking at his deformed face carefully.

"So What's this on your forehead, Vernon He asked in a low voice, his breath pointing at Harry's nostrils and pressing a dirty finger against the scar.

"Don't touch it!" Harry cried; he couldn't control himself. He thought he was about to throw up in pain.

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

"I found my glasses!" one of the captors, who were all in the back, called out.

"There are glasses in the tent, scaber, wait a minute..." A moment later, Harry's broken glasses were put back on his face. The captors were closing in on him.

It's not a good thing for Harry to see that his face, which was gradually distorted by surprise, was constantly enlarged in front of his eyes. Scaber was so close that Harry could feel his heavy breath.

"That's him!" scabber said. "We've got Potter!" They all stepped back a few steps, stunned by what they found.

Harry, who was trying to make his consciousness hurt like a split brain, could not think of any words to deal with. Fragments of images are breaking into pieces in his consciousness

He's hiding around the black castle walls

No, he's Harry, tied up and without a wand, in trouble

An old man is looking up, looking up at the highest window, the tallest tower

He's Harry, and they're talking about his fate in a whisper, with van Lin and Hermione right next to him And, and Dean!

Harry tried to keep himself awake, but the intermittent images made him confused between reality and illusion.

Where is this going now?

In Van Lim's eyes, Harry's body has been shaking, like the red charcoal in the night, the scar on Harry's head is really eye-catching.

Voldemort is connecting Harry's brain!

I hope Harry can survive

In this way, van Lin looks at scaber. It is futile to resist. He can leave, but he can't take Hermione and Harry together. He needs a chance. But now, a bigger problem lies in front of scaber.

"To the Ministry of magic?"

"Hell with the Ministry of magic," scaber growled. "They're going to keep their credit. It's more crazy than making me commit suicide. We should bring it directly to the host."

"Will you call him here?" Talis asked, his voice full of fear and fear.

"No," scabber laughed wildly, "if I call my master, then Alex will come. You know, this is 1.5 million jingaron. I don't believe him."Speaking of this, Talis swallowed his saliva, "so

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

Lucius is so miserable?

Before the return of Voldemort, people like scaber were no different from beggars in Lucius's eyes, but now, Malfoy's name is being called around by a small head.

Compared with the situation here, Harry seemed to sink deeper, his scar burned 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 so many people!" "You stay here, wait for me to come back, we can be fine That's a million and a half million jingarons. Believe me, it's going to change the status quo completely. Of course, if any of you want to go to Alex, go, and I'm the only one to get these rewards! "

No one said anything. Van Lin was surprised by Skye's prestige in the team. However, going to Malfoy's house was a little trouble except Bellatrix

Malfoy did not live well. In Van Lin's opinion, he just lacked an opportunity. Anyway, Lucius lost Voldemort's life. Will Voldemort trust him in the end? This is true

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Harry struggled and the heat consumed his consciousness The window on the black rock is only opened with a minimum gap, not enough for a person to enter From the window you can only see a figure wrapped in a blanket Dead or sleeping?

"Good!" said Taris. "Well, we'll go with you! What about the rest of them, scaber, what do we do with them?"

"Oh, it's a million and a half million jinjialong. We don't have to care about the small profits, but we'd better take them with us. We have to have enough hands and give me the sword. If they're ruby, it's a small fortune

The prisoners were dragged to their feet. Van Lin could hear Hermione's breath, quick and frightened.

"Hold on tight. I'll deal with Potter! "Said scaber, who grabbed a handful of Harry's hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp.

"Tarris, give them to you. Be careful of that boy!"

"Yes!"

Fanlin felt that his arms were tied with ropes and the knot was solid.

"Count to three. Let's leave together, one, two, three."

They're dragging their prisoner's phantom. Harry struggled, trying to break free of greyburg, but there was no hope: Ron and Hermione squeezed him on both sides; he couldn't separate from it, and his scars burned even more when the breath was squeezed out of his body

…… He forced himself to land like a snake through a gap in a window, like water vapor in a cell To the room

The prisoners landed on a country road and they bumped into each other because they didn't hear of the war.

Fanlin wanted to keep his body stable, but he was pulled to a stagger. Obviously, van Lin had given the Death Eaters enough psychological shadow.

The werewolf greyburg, the Akerley brothers and sisters, along with countless wounded vampires and one of Snape's arms.

Countless times in the ambush under the hand of escape, and even hurt the Dark Lord, the war record explains everything.

Harry's eyes were still swollen, and it took him some time to get used to the new environment, and then he saw a double wrought iron door at the intersection of a road that looked like a long track.

Harry was a little relieved.

The worst hasn't happened yet: Voldemort is not here. Because Harry has been resisting that image, he knows that Voldemort is now in some strange fortress, on the top of a tower. Once Voldemort knows Harry is here, how long it will take him to get there is another question

A hunter strode to the door and shook it.

"How can we get in? It's locked, scaber. I can't Ah!

the catcher pulled back his hand in surprise.

The door was twisting, twisting into a curl, the iron was twisting, and at last it was rolling into a terrible face, it said with a ringing clang. "State what you're coming for!"

"we've got Porter!" scabber yelled, flaunting his chest. "We've captured Harry Potter!"

the door opens.

"Come on!" scabber said to his opponent, and the prisoners were escorted through the gate, onto the avenue, through the hedge.

Malfoy's manor is still very interesting. Van Lin didn't struggle, Voldemort was not here, so it was safe here. Van Lin saw a white ghost like thing on his head, and then realized it was just a peacock.

It has to be admitted that even though the Malfoy family has been in decline, it is still better than most noble families.Fanlin can guarantee that the Malfoy family must have Muggle blood, otherwise the power of inheritance in the blood can not be lost. Take a look at Voldemort. Although there are emotional defects, there is no doubt about talent.

In the absence of Voldemort, the Malfoys were the pillars of the aristocracy.

Anyway, Fanlin has never seen a peacock in England. Maybe this is the appearance. When Draco was young, he showed off more than once.

Harry staggered in front of him, but scabber pulled him to his feet; now, tied back to back with four other prisoners, he swayed along the side of the road. Close his swollen eyes, and he lets the pain of the scar overcome him for a moment, because he wants to know what Voldemort is doing now, and does he know that Harry has been caught?

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The thin body was curled under the thin blanket, which opened to him, with a skull like face and eyes open The thin man sat up, his deep eyes fixed on him, on Voldemort, and he laughed. Most of his teeth are gone

"Well, here you are. I knew you would one fine day. But there's no point in your coming here. I never had it. "

"You lie!" as Voldemort's anger throbbed in his body, Harry's scar warned of the outbreak of pain. He twisted his mind back into his own body, trying to keep his mind in place as the prisoners were pushed across the gravel road. A flash of light lit up all of them.

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

"Let's meet him here Great master! "Answered scaber in a harsh voice.

"Who are you?"

"You know me!" there was a burst of resentment in scaber's voice. "I'm gaberdex! We've got Harry Potter!"

scabber grabs Harry and pulls his body to face the light, which makes other prisoners drag along with him.

"I know he looks swollen, ma'am, but this is him!" said scaber. Brag. "If you look closer, you can see his scar. And here, ma'am, do you see this girl? The mud seed he was traveling with, and this, the bloated, pig headed guy, that's valinger

Hearing this, Narcissa's eyebrows trembled. She looked at Van Lin, who tried to squeeze out a smile.

However, combined with Vaseline's swollen face, it obviously scares Narcissa. As a noble lady who lived on the manor since childhood, the appearance of Vaseline and Harry is definitely a new experience for Narcissa.

"There is no doubt that these are them, and we have their wands! Here, Madame!"

Greyburg held up van leen's necklace and Harry's wand.

Harry saw through his swollen eyelids that Narcissa Malfoy was examining.

Scaber held out two wands and vaseline's necklace to her. She raised her eyebrows.

"Bring them in," Narcissa said. Van Lin, Harry and others pushed up the broad stone steps to the corridor with rows of portraits.

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

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