In the corridor, a brown cat was running fast. Hermione still maintained her cat posture, and she was going to the Forbidden Forest.
No matter what Luna said is true or not.
Similarly, the conversation just now made her connect the previous series of weirdness together.
She remembered the eerie and mysterious atmosphere.
Will it be about him
And Luna's Patronus Charm just now, what is that for
In a short period of time, countless doubts emerged in my heart.
At this time, in the Forbidden Forest, Malfoy had disappeared. The mist filled the air and the thorns were overgrown. Hermione couldn't help shivering as she looked at the endless forest. She quickly released her Animagus form. , looked around for a long time.
I noticed that disgusting smell.
Looking up, it was a tall tree. Hermione raised her feet and kept approaching it. The closer she got to the tree, the stronger the feeling.
There is a very thin rectangular trace around the tree body, as if it has been cut once.
"Torn apart!" Hermione kept her distance and gently raised her wand.
Unexpectedly relaxed, but Hermione's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and her amber pupils suddenly shrank
The rotten smell and nausea reminded her of many bad memories. But there was nothing in front of her eyes.
Hermione had a flash of inspiration, and Fu Zhixin raised her wand and shouted:
Call God to protect!
The flames are blazing!
The cloth curled and burned.
"Invisibility cloak?" This concept suddenly appeared in her mind.
The dementor wears a black tattered cloak.
The invisibility cloak was burned, revealing the hidden figure.
Except for Dumbledore's Patronus Charm, which can kill dementors, most people can only force back.
"Call God to protect you!"
The dementor was forced back.
Hermione was out of breath.
She kept thinking about why the long-disappeared dementors appeared in the Forbidden Forest.
At the same time, the previous situation was also explained—why Firenze was so irritable, and the scope of the territory was compressed.
When Malfoy disappeared, did he come here? For the dementors? When she thought that these evil creatures were actually hidden in the school, she felt a chill in her heart.
Voldemort subdued this group of monsters
She was going to tell Professor McGonagall immediately.
"Miss Granger?"
She heard a scream behind her and turned away immediately.
"More than?"
"What are you doing here! Where is your master!"
Her gaze went to the dark cabinet behind Dobby.
It's hard to imagine that such a small body can move such a large box.
But in fact, the magic of the house elves is very powerful. After all, it can solve the cleaning of the entire manor, and a cabinet can't help them
"What's this? Also, what's up with the dementors hiding in the trees?" Hermione demanded.
"Dobby has to keep it a secret." In fact, the IQ of the house-elves is still not very high, and Dobby's anxious appearance can be said to reveal a lot.
"Is your master in this cabinet now?"
Although I know there is no logic in this sentence, it contains several key information.
But since it is so important, there must be an important connection.
"No, Dobby wants to keep a secret!" Dobby suddenly became nervous and trembled all over.
He raised his finger, and a blue light came from between his fingers, and it, which was always weak, took the initiative to attack the wizard.
"Dobby is sorry for Miss Granger, but Dobby must first be loyal to his master!"
"Armor..."
Hermione was knocked out instantly
"I'm sorry, Dobby shouldn't have resisted." Dobby wiped his tears,
"But Dobby has to deal with this," he muttered, turning away and continuing to move the strange cabinet.
But he didn't see Hermione who was lying in the grass raised her wand at him.
"Damned!"
A flash of light hit Dobby, his body was thrown high, his head hit the cabinet hard, his whole body tilted, and he leaned against the side of the cabinet.
Hermione looked at this strange cabinet full of strange patterns, took a deep breath, held her wand high in her right hand, and kept vigilant, slowly pulled her left hand away.
"Fluorescence flickering!" She illuminated the dark cabinet, but did not find any weird sights.
What she didn't realize was that Dobby's arm shook imperceptibly, aiming behind her.
There was a powerful impact from behind him, and he rushed in.
The whole cabinet lost its balance and began to roll up the long hill
"Dobby made a mistake! Dobby made a mistake!" Dobby covered his cheeks, shaking his head and trying to catch up, but saw that every time he collided with the stone, there was a slight deformation. up.
On the other side of the cabinet, fortunately Hermione has passed through the disappearing cabinet, if not, her body may have been cut into countless pieces.
Almost immediately after waking up, she felt cold, both physically and psychologically.
She carefully observed the surroundings, and the only light came from the crack of the iron gate not far in front of her.
It seemed to be a cellar here, and the light shone from above the stairs, right through the iron bars, and Hermione could see the dust flying around her.
She looked back at the cabinet in front of her. If she guessed correctly, this cabinet was connected to the one just now.
Her vigilance rose.
Every time you stay in an unknown place, you will be more dangerous.
But it is unrealistic to go back the same way. Dobby has not followed for so long, which means it should be damaged.
Some magic items are very fragile, even with a very slight touch, let alone after the violent collision just now.
To verify, she took out a piece of parchment from her small bag.
Putting it into it, with a stabbing sound, the complete parchment was cut in two, leaving a rough one, as if it had been torn.
It is impossible to go back the same way. Whether it is to inquire about information or to find an opportunity to leave, you must leave
And just above the floor, what greeted her
At least Hermione herself didn't know.
Malfoy, who was reporting information to Voldemort, did not know that another outsider appeared in his home.
"Yes, the information is indeed very effective."
The light blue table top exuded a cold atmosphere, and the long square table stretched from in front of Voldemort to the end of the hall.
The long table was full on the left and right, and Malfoy was half-hunched over the chair, looking at the ground humbly, waiting for Voldemort to examine.
Voldemort leaned halfway on the seat, squinting at his powerful general with his scarlet eyes, his slender and pale fingers like spider legs gently shaking the blood red ** in the transparent goblet , exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
Malfoy successfully completed the "undercover" mission and returned to his own home.
"They're all old faces who should have been damned more than ten years ago."
There was a thick stack of parchment on the table in front of Voldemort, and he flipped through it casually with his other hand.
Every time a sheet is opened, it quickly burns to ashes with the sparks and dissipates in the air. The parchment contains information on the school's faculty and staff, as well as the latest situation.
In addition, there is a map detailing any corner of Hogwarts.
It was as detailed as the Marauder's Map, except that there was no dynamic change, but this one was also quickly burned.
Excellent wizards all have a strong memory, which is the most basic condition.
"Are you sure Potter is still in school?"
"Master, he is Gryffindor." Malfoy said with a slight humility while smiling.
"Yes, he's a Gryffindor!" Voldemort's tone suddenly changed.
"The people in that academy have always had the courage of reckless men."
"For example, right now, my loyal Nagini smells a very disgusting odor."
"It's a Muggle smell."
"My Nagini has eaten too many muggles, and that's his favorite flavor, and the one he's most familiar with."
Malfoy's heart tightened, and he clenched the wand in his cuff, because Voldemort's eyes suddenly locked on him, and he couldn't leave him. Then, he realized that it was not him, but behind him.
Voldemort didn't even raise his wand, and raised his pale, slender fingers to point casually to his front right.
A thick red light shot out.
Swipe past Malfoy's right cheek
With a muffled sound, a slender figure appeared in front of everyone, and fell straight to the ground.
Who else could it be, of course the unlucky Miss Hermione.
History is always strikingly similar.
Hermione fell to the ground under the Disillusionment Curse, losing her magic power, and gradually became visible. She fell to the ground, and the look in her eyes gradually lost.
Long brown curly hair was scattered covering her face.
Looking at the girl on the ground, Malfoy's pupils shrank suddenly, he clenched his fists, and cold sweat quickly flowed from the back of his neck to his back.
Even though his heart was turbulent, he could only keep his composure temporarily and suppress his nervousness. .
"Heh, look, a Mudblood actually followed us to the meeting place..."
The vampires present suddenly showed their fangs, and the werewolf scratched his chest with his claws.
"Let's think about it. I know her. She is a good friend of that Mr. Savior."
"What should I do with her?"
"Killing her seems a little too cheap for her." Voldemort showed a tangled expression, tangled is an illusion.
The "tangled" here. Of course, I was worried about which torture method to choose.
Malfoy forced himself to calm down. At this moment, he mobilized his facial muscles, his breathing became heavy, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the fallen girl in front of him.
But try to be as calm as possible, but it can just attract Voldemort's attention.
"Draco? You seem very excited, do you hate her?" Voldemort keenly sensed an extremely faint killing intent.
But not for him.
Noticing something, he asked Malfoy playfully, playing with the wand full of powerful magic with his pale fingers.
Fine Legilimency is very energy-consuming.
Voldemort was accustomed to a cursory scan to know how everyone felt about him.
It was a mixture of excitement and resentment, something he'd temporarily poked out of Malfoy.
The latter's nerves are extremely tense now, but he still mobilizes his facial muscles, uses Occlumency to control his brain, and quickly builds up memories that don't exist.
"In school, she ruined my good things many times, and my school activities were smashed by her countless times!" Malfoy made a resentful expression and clenched his fists.
"I was almost killed by her once."
"Coward of Slytherin! Coward, you dare not go near this monster."
Hippogriff - Barcobeque.
"Who said I dare not!"
Malfoy rushed over and was knocked to the ground.
Scanning lightly, I saw his shallow, or deliberate shallow memory.
"Let's guess how this female Mudblood got in."
Malfoy's face went pale suddenly.
"Maybe I was also being followed this time!" The last trace of blood on his pale face quickly disappeared.
"Master, please forgive my mistake." Malfoy said hurriedly.
Voldemort stroked his palm, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly smiled smugly.
"Of course I know that poor lady Mudblood wouldn't have come if she had known she would come here to meet me."
"The Hogwarts group didn't have time to escape, and the only ones who dared to come were Gryffindor idiots."
"Let me think."
"This is the estate of the Malfoy family."
"Everything here belongs to the owner of the manor, right?"
"Yes, because everything about us belongs to the master." Malfoy's heart beat faster and faster, and then he replied humbly.
"Oh? I actually didn't want this answer. I just suddenly felt that it would be great if the real host greeted the guests."
"Then it's up to you to humiliate her. I can sense that this Mudblood might be tough, and the Cruciatus Curse might not work."
"I remember, for female Muggles and wizards, there is a way to break them down, isn't there?" Voldemort hinted almost explicitly.
"Of course, this requires you to make a certain sacrifice. After all, you may not be willing to accept this mudblood. Maybe a werewolf or a vampire is fine?"
"I don't mind, after all, it's refreshing to wash hatred with your own hands." Malfoy pulled the muscles of his face, his shoulders trembling slightly, showing a kind of excitement of getting revenge and getting his wish, but looking at In Hermione's eyes, there was another trace of just right disgust.
"I'll leave it to you. I believe you will be satisfied. In addition, I want a reasonable explanation at the end of how she came here. Maybe, I can give us some information about the savior." Voldemort licked Licking his pale lips, he seemed to think of something interesting.
The Dark Lord agreed with Malfoy's statement, as if he wanted to execute that Mr. Potter himself. .
For him now, interrogating himself is somewhat out of character for him.
Only then did Malfoy breathe a sigh of relief, relieved.