v4 Chapter 27： blood of the enemy

There are two flowers, one on each side.

After separating from Tom, Hermione quickly caught up with the Weasleys' retreating team and got into the woods together. After entering the woods, everyone involuntarily stopped and turned to look back. It's just that in their view, the situation has been deteriorating and there is absolutely no hope in sight. Hermione's heart was clouded with a haze.

It was the first time I brought my parents to an event in the wizarding world, and I ended up encountering this kind of parade hostile to Muggles. What can I say? I'm afraid that after tonight, my parents' impression of the wizarding world will be extremely bad, right? Hermione Very pessimistic.

How is Tom now? Hermione's mind drifted uncontrollably to her boyfriend. He should be fighting the marchers now, right?

Hermione admired Tom's courage. She knew that Tom was a hero, but she wished Tom was by her side.

Hoping that her Patronus could protect him, Hermione prayed to everything she could think of, and that Tom could return safely.

The small lights on the road leading to the stadium have all been extinguished. The whole forest is dark, and there are people who are panicking like headless flies everywhere. The cries of children and the shouts of adults are in the night sky. reverberates, making people feel anxious.

Hermione felt that she was being pushed around and gradually disconnected from Harry, Ron and others in front of her, but fortunately she had been closely following her parents.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if her non-magical parents were scattered at this juncture.

George, who was behind Hermione, suddenly stomped the ground, followed by a somewhat familiar scream. "Draco, don't blame others for stepping on your hooves when you put them on the road," George said coldly. Seeing that something had happened, both Hermione and Granger stopped in their tracks.

"Fluorescent flashes!" Hermione cast a lighting spell, lighting up the narrow path, and then she saw a familiar face.

It's Draco Malfoy.

At this moment, he was leaning against a tree, and his whole face was wrinkled, and it could be seen that George's foot was hard enough.

Malfoy took a few breaths before he recovered. He stared at George and Hermione viciously for a while, but didn't dare to get into the footsteps.

"If I were you, I would hurry up and escape. If you guys are found, it will be a lot of fun." Malfoy pouted at Hermione, then pointed to the chaotic camp: "They are looking for hemp. Melon, and there are just three of them here. Granger, don't you like showing your **** in public?'

"Hermione is a witch!" George said angrily.

Malfoy shrugged, "May Merlin bless you in your underpants."

"I will convey this to Yodel." George snorted coldly, indicating that Malfoy's good days are still to come! George's words were quite deterrent, and Malfoy suddenly felt guilty.

"I also kindly reminded you, but why don't you care. By the way, why didn't I see Yodel?"

"Tom is much better than you," Hermione said suddenly, bursting into the air: "He's in camp now, just wait, he'll catch the masked monsters with the Ministry of Magic, And then rip off their hoods—the faces under those masks must be so much fun!"

Just as several people were arguing fiercely, a sudden red light interrupted their mouths. It was obviously dark at this time, but suddenly half of the sky was dyed red, and a dazzling red line lit up in the distance, as if a fire dragon was hovering in the sky.

"I said, it seems that the camp is quite 'hot'! Speaking of barbecue, do you like medium rare or medium rare? Well done is too old." Malfoy showed a sarcastic smile.

As Hermione and the others stared at the fire-lit sky, Harry was facing the greatest crisis of his life.

He and his good friend Ron kept running, until Ron slipped and fell to the side of the road.

"Ron, are you okay?" Harry supported his friend, but Ron was unconscious as if he had hit something.

Then a black rope suddenly flew out of the bushes nearby, wrapped around Harry's ankles, and dragged him roughly into the bushes.

"Save one!" Harry wanted to call attention to the people around him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the black rope restrained his mouth, causing his cry for help stuck in his throat.

It was pitch black and the environment was so chaotic and noisy, who would have found out that he had been kidnapped?

The man who tied Harry with the rope obviously didn't pay much attention to Harry's state. He let Harry's body drag on the muddy ground, and stones, branches, and weeds brushed across his face, making him very uncomfortable. Embarrassed. Harry felt at least two cuts on his face, mud in his hair, and lost his glasses.

Harry felt himself being dragged by the black rope for some distance, gradually veering off the path and into the woods. The noisy voices were getting farther and farther away from him, gradually becoming inaudible, and the surroundings fell into silence.

By this time, Harry had calmed down. He began to think about who kidnapped him, and what was the purpose? He first ruled out the option of seeking money—because he didn't reveal his wealth along the way, and his expenses were all within the normal range. If Rufu was kidnapped, then Tom should have been kidnapped first!

After excluding this option, the results are ready to emerge. He was kidnapped by Voldemort's remnants, the companions of the marching guys! They first made a huge noise through the parade to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Weasley, and then followed them all the way, looking for opportunities to kidnap themselves . As for their purpose...it must be to avenge Voldemort.

Just when Harry felt he had deduced the truth, the man holding Harry by the rope stopped. Harry struggled to lift his head and looked around and found himself being led under a tree.

The rope tightened sharply, tying Harry to the tree. Sadly, Harry couldn't see the face of his kidnappers because of the dark moon and wind.

At this moment, the sky in the distance suddenly turned red, and through this red light, Harry could clearly see the appearance of the man who had kidnapped him: light yellow hair, some freckles on his face.

Harry tried hard to remember what the kidnapper looked like.

At this moment, the man drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from his cloak, approached Harry, and muttered: "The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can make your enemies . . . ..resurrection!"

When Harry heard this, he suddenly realized something. He struggled desperately, but the rope was so tight that he couldn't move. He felt the dagger stab into the crook of his arm, and blood gurgled out into a glass bottle.

After receiving a bottle of blood, the freckled man showed a somewhat gloomy smile and disappeared with a snap.

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