Chapter 1256 (1/2)
Now it all feels like a dream to van Lin.
For the first ten minutes, the three of them were still jubilant at the news from their friends. Then they were captured by more than 20 Death Eaters pointing their wands at them. Then they were escorted to Malfoy's house?
It must be admitted that the old aristocratic manor is still very imposing, at least more luxurious than Hogwarts, after all, Hogwarts is only a school.
The darkness outside dazzled the living room; van Lin could tell the room was wide, even if he could not open his eyes. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and more portraits hung on the dark purple wall. The two figures rose from the chairs in front of the gorgeous marble fireplace as the prisoners were carried into the room by the captors.
”What's going on?” Lucius Malfoy's disgusting familiar tone fell to Fanlin's ears and sounded lazy.
It seems that old Lucius is doing well, perhaps because Voldemort didn't punish him, or because Draco did a good job Dumbledore's mission
This is really ironic. Before Voldemort's return, although there were some shortcomings in the cutting-edge strength, at least the Malfoy family was able to break hands with Dumbledore in a small place, instead of taking in all of his family, including the only successor in the future, as he is now.
Fanling stopped, looked up and squinted at Lucius, the old fox who had been stripped of his fur.
Compared with van Lin's calm, and even fighting Lucius and the whole Malfoy family's idea, Harry is now a flustered one.
His swollen eyes prevented him from seeing any way out, and his fear was already there, and it seemed easier to close the connection to Voldemort's thoughts, even though his scars were still burning.
”They said they had al and Potter,” Narcissa said in a cold voice. ”Draco, come here.”
A figure in a black suit flashed from behind Lucius.
Draco's condition is not very good, at least that's what Van Lin thinks. He's far from the noble young master of Hogwarts, even if it's in his own home.
Harry, on the other hand, did not dare to look directly at Draco, but he looked askance at him; a man slightly above him rose from an armchair, his face pale and pointed, blurred under his blond hair.
Scaber forced the prisoners to turn around to make room for the two of them to be directly exposed to the chandeliers.
”Well, boy?” Said scabber in a soft but very harsh voice.
Now Harry was looking into a mirror on the fireplace, with a huge gold-plated object in the swirling frame. Through the slits of his eyes, he saw himself in the mirror for the first time since he left grimmer square. His face was huge and pink, and every feature was distorted by the spell of Vaseline.
His black hair was shoulder length, and there was a dark shadow around his chin. If he didn't know it was him standing here, he would have wondered who was wearing his glasses. He decided not to speak because his voice would betray him; he was still avoiding eye contact with Draco as he approached him.
”Well, Draco?” Said Lucius Malfoy. He sounds eager. ”Is that him? Is it Harry Potter
”I don't I'm not sure, ”said Draco, trembling a little,
he tried to keep his distance from scaber. When Harry looked at him, he seemed to look at Harry with fear.
Draco was scared, his actions directly led to Dumbledore's death, and Voldemort's appreciation and gift can't be enjoyed by anyone. At least, Draco is not strong enough.
Maybe it's because Hogwarts, not everyone is as abnormal as Voldemort, and even brainwashed all those who support him with twisted hearts. They are just ordinary witches who walk out of Hogwarts.
”You look at him carefully, look! Get closer!”
Harry has never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited. ”Draco, if we're the one who gave porter to the Dark Lord, everything will be the same...”
”Then we will not forget the man who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy?” 'said scaber, threatening.
”Of course not, of course not!” said Lucius impatiently. He approached Harry himself, and Harry could see his tired, pale face even from his swollen eyes. With this swollen mask on his face, Harry felt like peeping through the bars of the cage.
”What did you do to him?” Lucius asked scaber, ”how did they become like this?”
”We didn't do it.”
”It's more like a sting curse to me,” Lucius whispered. His gray eyes swept across Harry's forehead.
”There's something here,” he whispered. ”It could be a scar, tight and stretched...””Draco, come here and have a good look! What do you think?” 'cried Lucius suddenly, startling Draco.
Harry saw Draco's face now close to his father's face. They look very similar, except that the father next to him is excited, and Draco's expression is full of reluctance and even fear.
”I don't know,” he said, as he walked away towards the fireplace, where his mother was standing watching. ”We'd better be sure, Lucius,” Narcissa said to her husband in a clear voice cooled by ice. ”Before we call on the Dark Lord, we need to be absolutely certain that this is Potter They said it was his... ”
Narcissa was looking at the wand of Holly wood. ”But it's not like Ollivander's description If we're wrong, if we call the Dark Lord and find nothing Remember what he did with Lyle and duruha? ”
”What about this Muggle?” Greyburg grumbled. Harry almost collapsed when the hunter forced the prisoner to turn around again, and the light fell on Hermione. ”Wait a minute,” Narcissa shrieked. ”Yes Yes, she's with Bo at Mrs. morkin's! I saw her picture in the prophet's daily! Look, Draco, isn't she the girl named Granger
”I Maybe It is... ”
”So that's al? Van Lindel Exclaimed Lucius, striding round the bound prisoner to van Lim. ”They are Porter's friends...”
As if he had been held in his throat, Lucius looked at Vaseline with uncertainty.
He ate from the boy's hand too many times
”How did you catch them?” For no reason, Lucius felt a little bit unreal, and he looked at scaber uncertainly.
If it's really van leen Al, it's not Lucius who belittles scaber. To be honest, he doesn't trust the so-called search team. If it's just scaber and his men
”We have more than twenty wands at them!” ”So...”
”See you again, Mr. Lucius!” Van Lin's voice suddenly remembered from Lucius's mind. It was like lightning strike. Lucius's body was stiff. Now he has no magic wand, so close to a guy who is obviously very dangerous
”Don't be nervous, Mr. Malfoy. I don't think I have the ability to It should be said that there is no reason to solve you, isn't it... ”
Hearing this, Lucius fixed his eyes on vaseline, as if he wanted to dissect it from the inside out.