The night before the war will start, silent and chilling.
A bright full moon hangs in the night sky above Malfoy Manor, perhaps because of this, the people in the manor can hear the werewolf's extremely high-pitched roar from time to time, one after another.
Underground, an interrogation is going on.
But there was neither torture nor humiliation.
"I'm actually curious, how did you come here?"
"It happened to be in the Forbidden Forest at that time?"
Malfoy sat on the chair and looked at Hermione. The girl has now been dressed in a princess dress, the sleeves and skirt are all embroidered with white lace, but to be precise, she is an imprisoned princess.
He would come over now and then to check, in case this smart girl ran away, it would be a very catastrophic thing.
If he really ran away, Voldemort would suspect him; if he ran into Voldemort's hands again, he might not be so lucky.
Let her run, at least not now.
Facing his question, Hermione naturally responded with silence, she would not tell the whole story foolishly.
Compared to anger, compared to shame.
What filled her heart was more worry.
"What are your dementors for? Also, why are they..." Hermione began, but did not answer Malfoy's question.
"Miss Granger, I'm afraid you haven't figured out your position yet." Malfoy frowned.
"I didn't give you the right to speak for you to question me."
"Stop your tongue." Malfoy waved his wand, but he didn't show any sympathy.
Hermione's voice would soon be dead.
Malfoy turned his head, snapped his fingers, and called casually, "Dobby?"
The loyal house-elf apparated in an instant.
"Has the disappearing cabinet in Hogwarts been repaired?" He asked casually. When he saw the opened disappearing cabinet in the cellar, he almost guessed the development of the matter.
"Fixed, master."
"Dobby apologizes again." Dobby said sincerely.
"If it hadn't been for Dobby's mercy, nothing like this would have happened."
"Winky?" He snapped his fingers, and another female house-elf appeared.
"Look at her." He said casually, and drank the black tea in his cup.
But just when Malfoy was about to get up and leave.
A trembling feeling that reached the soul suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. Accompanied by a slight delay was the shrill and sharp roar, which pierced through the eardrums with an incomparably terrifying penetrating ability and overwhelmed the voices of all werewolves.
Malfoy experienced bouts of dizziness that no one but Voldemort could do.
Hermione endured the pain, her hands were now covered by a few magic rings that Malfoy randomly picked up from Nurmengard, and her wand was hidden elsewhere.
Weaker than ordinary Muggle girls, she can only cover her ears with her hands.
With a random wave, Malfoy cast a spell, blocking the terrifying howl.
The girl's pain eased, and her brows gradually relaxed.
"What is Voldemort doing?"
The two thought at the same time, an inexplicable tacit understanding.
At the same time, in Hogwarts thousands of miles away, someone was in more pain.
Harry woke up from his sleep, he felt a sharp pain rushing to the top of his head, and his entire forehead seemed to be split open.
Then came the panic from the heart, maybe I was going to die? This time the pain was more intense than ever before.
"Ah!" He fell to the ground with a ferocious expression, and the whites around his green eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes in an instant. He tightly covered his forehead with both hands, and beads of sweat kept dripping.
Harry felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body.
Pulling away is somewhat inaccurate, more precisely peeling, but it is more rude than peeling, it seems to be torn apart violently and crazily, the pain on the physical level can be ignored, and the torture from the spirit makes people unable to resist. Frenzied pain etched his nerves all over his body.
Immediately disturbing his roommate, Ron reacted quickly, and Seamus and the others hurriedly carried him to the infirmary.
"Help Harry," they yelled.
By the time he got sick, Harry was still rolling over and over.
Fleur has used a lot of pain-relieving spells to no avail.
Then, almost at the same time, it seemed that everyone heard the sound of a tight silk thread breaking.
Harry's squirming stopped and he opened his eyes quickly
"Harry? Are you okay?" There were many people around, Ron, his godfather, Flitwick, almost rushed over, looking at him with concern.
Harry shook his arm and touched the scar on his forehead.
"I'm going to Dumbledore's office." He didn't know why, he said this sentence by accident, his eyes were still a little confused and uncomfortable.
"You haven't confirmed your recovery yet..." Sirius frowned.
"Let him go." Fu Rong's voice was clear and unquestionable. "He's ready."
Harry shot Fleur a grateful look.
He left the infirmary alone, walked and ran in the corridor, chanted the password, and broke through the barrier of the ugly stone statue
Dumbledore's office was still empty, Fawkes was gone from the iron branch behind the door, and the silverware was still spinning on the table, exuding silver-white smoke.
Almost instantly, he saw the Sorting Hat on the shelf, rushed over and grabbed it in his hand.
"Easy!" it said.
In Harry's hand, the naughty hat began to tremble, and some tattered strips of cloth protruded from the damaged brim.
Harry snapped him to his head in one go.
"When you lose yourself, the Sorting Hat can help you see yourself clearly." Harry remembered Dumbledore once said this sentence. After the pain just now, he felt lost, as if his personality no longer belonged to him, so he decided to Come find the sorting hat.
"Strange, really strange." It raised a corner of its hat in a very humane manner.
"Strange what?" Harry heard the strangeness in his tone.
Even though it is just a hat, the thinking of the four founders has been intertwined and grown over such a long period of time, which is indeed very humane.
"The well-deserved Gryffindor." The Sorting Hat said loudly.
"I'm a Gryffindor," Harry muttered, wondering what he said.
"Why, did I want to assign you to Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat said in surprise, this is really strange.
It's as if something special happened
"Maybe my personality has changed." Harry was a little happy.
"No, no, no, the Sorting Hat can't make mistakes." The Sorting Hat became excited. The voice became thin and irrational.
"That's your hidden essence, and it's impossible to change."
"So what?" Harry asked back.
"Yes, it seems to be of no use."
The mood of the Sorting Hat seemed to be silent, with one corner bent inward and covered with wrinkles.
"I don't know." Hat said sadly, beginning to doubt himself.
Just as the hat was complaining, the squalling screams in Malfoy Manor gradually stopped.
Even though Malfoy had already used magic on himself and plugged his ears, his palms were still close together.
The heart was beating wildly. With a very ominous premonition, he panted, staring at the abstract and seemingly meaningless mural in front of him.
Then he snapped his fingers, "Winky" he called in a low voice.
With a bang, Winky appeared beside him.
"Give me Miss Granger's clothes and take them to my room." After speaking, Malfoy walked into the manor, scanning the group of excited werewolves.
"You, your actions are not standard, you will be punished." He raised his wand, and a swift light hit the werewolf's chest directly, and he fainted quickly.
"I want to punish him, do you have any objections?" The cold and emotionless eyes swept over the werewolves, making them shudder.
The remaining werewolves hurriedly shook their heads, fearing that they would be harmed by Chi Yu.
Malfoy was unimpeded all the way. He dragged the strong werewolf and pushed open the door of his room like a chicken. He smashed it to the ground, pointed his wand at its head, and cursed it hard. After a flash of light, the werewolf's meager intelligence dissipated.
Malfoy threw a strand of brown slightly curly long hair into a crystal clear glass bottle filled with liquid, and then the hair seemed to have undergone some strange reactions and melted into the potion as if it had been dissolved. .
A large bottle of potion was ruthlessly poured into the werewolf's mouth.
Then the werewolf's body gradually began to deform.
In the end, it turned into Hermione's appearance, but she was still naked, lying flat on the ground.
"Winky, change her clothes, the one I asked you to prepare just now." Malfoy directed his subordinates, turning his head to one side,
The house-elf moves with ease. It was replaced quickly.
"Shenfeng Wuying!"
The brand-new skirt was instantly shattered under the magic of a sharp wind blade, with some bloodstains on it.
"Smell of Muggles" had already tricked him many times.
Seeing that there was still more than half of the bottle of Compound Potion left in the bottle, Malfoy tapped his wand, and there was a burst of cold air in the room, and then an ice glass was erected on the table in front of him, and the water in the bottle After the ** was poured into it, the walls of the ice cup gradually stretched and closed, turning into a hockey ball.
In the end, it was also stuffed into the mouth of the werewolf.
If you drink it all at once, there will be a drug fee, which may not be able to support the whole process. As the ice ball gradually melts, the drug will be replenished.
If he guessed correctly, the Dark Lord would certainly be useful with Hermione.
Whatever the reason, Malfoy certainly wouldn't hand over the girl again.