HP Dawn Night

After returning from Grimmauld Place, I intended to ask my father about his grievances with Old Potter, but he told me to go directly to Malfoy Manor.

"why!"

"The Dark Lord left there for something, don't you want to see your mother?"

However, when I got to Malfoy Manor, I realized that I had no chance to talk to my mother at all: Bellatrix was elusive, and she seemed to regard Malfoy Manor as her home, wandering around in various places all day long.

"Where's the Dark Lord?" I asked Draco.

"I don't know." He shook his head. "He left before the Easter holiday started, leaving Bella here to call the shots."

"I noticed that the Dark Lord still held your father's wand."

"Yes." Draco's face darkened, he didn't dare to show dissatisfaction in front of the Dark Lord, but this did not prevent the Malfoy family from being aggrieved in private, "My father hopes that we can catch Potter, This way you can..."

"Draco! Violet!"

I exchanged glances with him.Normally Uncle Lucius' tone wouldn't carry this strange excitement, so what happened?

Several Death Eaters surrounded several others in the hall, Aunt Narcissa stood in front of the fireplace, and Uncle Lucius was very close to one of them.

"They say they've got Potter." He waved at us. "Come here."

Greyback the werewolf forced the man to turn so that his face was exposed to the light: it was a swollen face with a pink sheen.

"What's with his face?" I asked.

Greyback denies: "We didn't do it."

"It looks more like a stinging spell to me." Uncle Lucius' voice was full of desire. "Is that him? Is it Potter?"

"I don't—I'm not sure."

"Look at him carefully! Get closer to him!" whispered Uncle Lucius. "Draco, if we were the ones who handed Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would work out—"

"So, I hope we don't forget who actually got them, Mr. Malfoy?" Greyback said menacingly.

"Of course not!" His gray eyes flicked across Harry's forehead. "There's something here," whispered Uncle Lucius. "It could be a scar, Draco, what do you think?"

"I don't know." Draco replied quickly.

"We'd better be sure, Lucius," Aunt Narcissa said in her cold, clear voice, "before we summon the Dark Lord, we'd better be sure it's Potter... They say it's his—" She's looking at the wand in her hand "but it's not like Ollivander's description...if we're mistaken, if we summon the Dark Lord and it's nothing...remember what he did with those people Is it?"

"And what about this Muggle?" Greyback pushed a girl over casually.I knew it was Granger right away!

"Wait a minute," Aunt Narcissa said sharply, "yes—she was with Potter at Madam Malkin's! I've seen her picture in the Daily Prophet! That's the name, Vio Granger's girl?"

"Uh..." I was taken aback for a moment, "Maybe it's..."

"Then, that's that Weasley!" Uncle Lucius walked around to a red-haired prisoner, "They're Potter's friends—Draco, look at him, isn't he the son of Arthur Weasley?" What, what's his name—?"

"I don't know." Draco repeated, "It could be him."

The door of the living room was suddenly pushed open, and a voice made me suddenly uneasy.

"What's going on here, what's going on, Cissy?" Bellatrix walked in slowly, stopping beside Granger, "Ah... look who we've got. "

"We should inform the Dark Lord immediately—"

"Then who are these?"

Bellatrix's words made me notice the three people who had been blocked before. When I saw two of them, Draco and I gasped at the same time——

Pansy and Blaise!

"He said he's a mixed race, it's easy to check." Greyback pushed the third person, and I vaguely thought he looked familiar, "This woman said she was a Slytherin, and she can also describe it as a Slytherin rest." room, but she lied about the name. The man said he wasn't a Hogwarts student—”

"I know them." I said before Bellatrix could speak, "He is indeed not a student of Hogwarts. He just graduated from Beauxbatons two years ago. If I remember correctly, he should be called Louis Meyer. As for you—" I stared at Pansy, "how did you escape from Hogwarts?"

"What's the matter, Snape?"

"She," I pointed at Pansy, "was punished by my father for Easter volunteer work for failing to stop two mischievous Gryffindors. I don't know why she was in the forest. But they The two had been pen pals before - met during the Triwizard Tournament."

"Are you sure?" Bellatrix stared at me closely. "What's her name?"

"Sylvia," Draco interrupted suddenly, "her surname is a mouthful, but she's a relative of the Bulstrode family."

"Bost..." Bellatrix looked back in disgust, "Take them all to the dungeon!"

"Do you want these two?" I pointed to them.

"Anyway, you can take them back to Hogwarts after school starts." Bellatrix waved her hand, and Draco and Aunt Narcissa stepped forward to escort the others to the dungeon.

"Leave her here." Bellatrix suddenly pointed to Granger, "We're going to have a girl talk."

I glanced at Pansy and Blaise, and both of them had fear in their eyes, which was unusual.

"I'll stay here and ask what's going on with these two," I said, and Draco nodded.Aunt Narcissa glanced at me, and reminded me in a meaningful way:

"Hold your wand."

I happened to see the angry eyes of Weasley and Potter.

The dungeon door was closed.

I flicked my wand to turn on the light, and found Luna, Ollivander, and a goblin in the dungeon besides the five new captives.

"Who are you?" I asked the familiar boy.

He remained silent.Weasley replied instead: "Dean Thomas."

"Ma seeds?"

None of them spoke.

"Why are you here?" I asked Potter and Weasley.

"Volde... the Dark Lord has put a spell on his name, as long as he pronounces that name, the Death Eaters will be able to find our location." Potter said through gritted teeth, at the same time Granger's voice was heard from upstairs. scream.

Weasley rushed to the dungeon door: "Hermione!"

"Bellatrix is ​​fond of the Cruciatus Curse," I said, "but for a while she..."

Weasley turned to look at me: "Can you..."

"No." I refused.At the same time, there was another scream from upstairs, and Weasley struggled desperately, trying to get out of the rope, and Potter, who was tied up with him, almost fell:

"Ron—Ron! Shut up! We've got to figure out a way!"

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"Quiet!" Potter yelled. "Shut up, we need a plan—"

"Please, wait until I get out of the dungeon, whatever plans you have." I turned to Pansy and Blaise. "What's the matter with you two?"

"Both of us can't go back to Hogwarts!" Pansy said in horror.Blaise swallowed:

"The Carlo brothers locked up a few low-grade mixed-race students in a dungeon to experiment with the death curse—"

"What!" Potter and Weasley fell silent suddenly, staring at Blaise intently.

"Yes, the Carlos have always liked to practice the Cruciatus Curse on their students..." I looked at Blaise, "continue."

"Pansy and I wanted to let them go secretly, but we were discovered by the Carlo brothers and sisters halfway," Blaise said. They escaped into the Forbidden Forest, and then took a Thestral to a forest that we didn't know, but they were bumped into by a patrol team that was hunting for a shaman witch. We didn't dare to tell them their real names, so... "

"We must leave as soon as possible, Vio, before Bellatrix or anyone else realizes who we are." Pansy gripped Blaise's sleeve tightly, "The Dark Lord will come after us—"

"I have a place for you to hide."

"It can't be your house." Blaise shook his head again and again, "None of us can be implicated, otherwise we will all die."

"Don't worry, if this place is going to hurt, it can only hurt Potter." I said, "You can stay at 12 Grimmauld Place."

Potter and Weasley looked like the devil.

"What's that?" Pansy frowned.

"Commonly known as Black's Old House. It turned out to be the house of Godfather Potter and the base of the Order of the Phoenix." I said, "But the Loyalty Curse there was broken by the Death Eaters because of Potter's carelessness. Neither the Order of the Phoenix is ​​willing to set foot there. If you are quiet and careful enough, the place should be quite safe."

It's hard to say which expression on Potter's face or Pansy's is more exciting.

"Unless you two are willing to hide in the Room of Requirement."

Pansy shook her head immediately: "I'd rather live in Grimmauld Place."

"That place is not suitable for living." Weasley leaned against the gate of the dungeon, "Hermione—"

"Shh!" I pointed my wand at him. "Back off, I'm going out now."

"Please," Weasley whispered, "couldn't you..."

"We'll figure it out, Ron." Potter dragged him away by the shoulders.I slipped through a crack in the door and re-locked the gate.

"Wish you guys good luck."

I looked at Potter and said.