Chapter 413: Exposed

In the corridor, a brown cat was running fast, and Hermione still maintained her cat's posture, and she was going to the forbidden forest.
No matter what Luna said is true or false.
In the same way, the conversation just made her connect the previous series of weirdness together.
She remembered the eerie breath.
Will it be related to him?
And Luna’s patron saint curse just now, why?
Within a short time, countless doubts appeared in my heart.
At this time, in the forbidden forest, Malfoy had disappeared. The mist was filled with thorns. Hermione looked at the invisible forest and couldn't help but shivered. She quickly relieved herself of the shape of Animagus , Looked around for a long time.
Perceived that disgusting breath.
Looking up, there was a tall tree. Hermione kept raising her feet and kept getting closer. The closer to the tree, the stronger the feeling.
There was a very thin rectangular trace around the tree, as if it had been cut once.
"Broken!" Hermione kept her distance and gently raised her wand.
Unexpectedly relaxed, but Hermione's face suddenly turned pale, her amber pupil shrank suddenly
The rotten smell and nausea reminded her of many bad memories. But her eyes were empty.
As soon as Hermione's aura appeared, she lifted her wand and shouted:
Call God to guard!
Flames!
The piece of cloth curled up burning.
"Invisibility cloak?" The concept emerged in her mind at once.
The dementor was wearing a black broken cloak.
The invisibility cloak was burnt down, revealing a hidden figure.
With the exception of Dumbledore’s patron saint, which can kill Dementors, most people can only retreat.
"Call God to guard!"
The dementor was forced back.
Hermione was breathless.
She kept thinking about why the long-lost Dementors appeared in the Forbidden Forest.
At the same time, the previous situation also has an explanation-why Ferenze is so irritable, the territory is compressed.
When Malfoy disappeared, was it here? For Dementors? When she thought of these evil creatures, she was hidden in the school, and she felt a chill in her heart.
Voldemort conquered this group of monsters?
She was going to tell Professor McGonagall immediately.
"Miss Granger?"
She heard a scream after her, and immediately turned around.
"More than?"
"What are you doing here! Your master!"
She looked at the dark cabinet behind Dobby.
It is hard to imagine that such a thin body can carry such a large box.
But in fact, the magic of house-elves is very powerful. After all, it can solve the cleanliness of the whole manor. A cabinet can’t help them.
"What's this? Also, what is going on with the dementors hidden in the tree?" Hermione asked.
"Dobby has to keep a secret." In fact, the IQ of the house-elf is still not very high. Dobby's anxious appearance can be said to be exposed a lot.
"Is your master in this cabinet now?"
Although there is no logic in knowing this sentence, it contains several key messages.
But with such attention, there must be important connections.
"No, Dobby has to keep a secret!" Dobby tensed and shuddered.
He raised his finger, and a blue ray of light came from his finger, and it was always weak. It actually attacked the wizard.
"Dobby is sorry for Miss Granger, but Dobby must be loyal to his master first!"
"armor……"
Hermione was knocked down all of a sudden
"I'm sorry, Dobby should not resist" Dobby wiped tears,
"But Dobby must solve all this," he mumbled, turned around, and continued to move the strange cabinet.
He didn't see Hermione falling in the grass and raised his wand at him.
"I fainted!"
A flash of light hit Dobby, his body tossed high, his head hit the cabinet fiercely, and the whole body crooked, leaning against the side of the cabinet.
Hermione looked at the strange, engraved cabinet with strange patterns, took a deep breath, held her magic wand high in her right hand, and kept her guard. Her left hand slowly pulled away.
"Fluorescent flashes!" She illuminated the dim cabinet, but found no weird sight.
What she didn't realize was that Dobby's arm shook slightly undetectably, aiming behind her.
There was a strong impact behind him, and he rushed in.
The entire cabinet lost its balance and began to roll along the long hillside
"Dobby made a mistake! Dobby made a mistake!" Dobby clutching his cheek, shaking his head and trying to catch up, he saw that every time he collided with the stone, there was a slight deformation. After reaching the flat ground, the potholes seemed to fall apart. Too.
On the other side of the cabinet, fortunately Hermione had passed through the disappearing cabinet. If not, her body might have been cut into countless pieces.
Almost as soon as she woke up, she felt cold, both physically and psychologically.
She carefully observed the surroundings, and the only light came from the crack of the iron door not far in front of her.
It seemed to be a cellar. The light shot down from above the stairs and straight through the iron railings. Hermione saw the dust scattered around her.
She looked back at the cabinet in front of her. If she guessed right, the cabinet was connected to the cabinet just now.
Her vigilance rose.
In an unknown place, every time you stay longer, you are more dangerous.
However, it is unrealistic to return to the same way. Dobi has not followed for so long, which means it should be damaged.
Some magic items are very fragile, even if they are very lightly touched, not to mention after the intense collision just now.
To verify, she took out a piece of parchment from her small bag.
After being thrown into it, the parchment was cut with two cuts to leave a rough, as if torn.
It is not possible to return the same way, whether it is to inquire information or to find the opportunity to leave, you must leave
And just above the floor, what greeted her?
At least Hermione didn't know.
Malfoy, who was reporting information to Voldemort, did not know that another outsider appeared in his home.
"Yes, this information is indeed very effective."
The light blue tabletop reveals a cold atmosphere, and the long square table extends from Voldemort's front to the end of the hall.
The long table was full, and Malfoy was half bowed, looking humbly in the chair, waiting for Voldemort's review.
Voldemort leaned halfway on the seat, squinting his powerful commander with his scarlet eyes, he was slender and pale, like the fingers of spider legs gently shaking the blood-red liquid in the transparent goblet, There is an intoxicating fragrance.
Malfoy successfully completed the "undercover" mission and returned to his own home.
"It's all old faces more than ten years ago."
On the table in front of Voldemort was a thick stack of parchment paper, and his other hand was reading casually.
Every time one is opened, it quickly burns to the ash with the sparks and dissipates in the air. The parchment contains the information of the faculty and staff at the school, as well as the latest situation.
In addition, there is a detailed map to any corner of Hogwarts.
As detailed as a live map, except there are no dynamic changes, but this one was quickly burned down.
Excellent wizards have strong memory, which is the most basic condition.
"Are you sure Potter is still in school."
"Master, he's Gryffindor." Malfoy was slightly humble and said with a smile.
"Yes, he's a Gran...Fendo!" Voldemort's tone changed suddenly.
"The people in that academy have always been courageous."
"For example, now, my loyal Nagini smelled a very disgusting smell."
"That's the smell of Muggles."
"My Nagini ate too much Muggles, and that was its favorite and most familiar taste."
Malfoy's heart tightened and clenched the wand in his cuff, because Voldemort's eyes suddenly locked on him, and he couldn't move away. Then he realized that it was not him, but behind him.
Voldemort didn't even raise his wand, raised his pale, slender fingers and pointed at random to his right front.
A thick red light erupted.
Swipe across Malfoy's right cheek
With a muffled noise, a slender figure appeared in front of everyone and fell straight to the ground.
Who else could it be, naturally, the unlucky Miss Hermione.
History is always surprisingly similar.
Hermione fell under the magic spell and fell to the ground, losing her magical power, gradually showing up. She fell to the ground, her eyes gradually loosened.
Long brown curly hair scattered her face.
Looking at the the ground, Malfoy's pupils shrank suddenly, squeezing his fists, and cold sweat quickly flowed from his back neck to his back.
Even if his heart was choppy, he could only remain silent for a while, suppressing his nervousness. .
"Oh, look, the place where we met actually followed a mud type..."
The vampire present suddenly revealed his fangs, and the werewolf scratched his chest with his claws.
"I think about it, I know her, that is a good friend of the savior."
"What should I do with her."
"Kill her, it seems a little too cheap for her." Voldemort showed a tangled expression, tangled is an illusion.
"Tangle" here. Of course, he was distressed in order to choose what torture method.
Malfoy forced himself to calm down. At this time, mobilizing the muscles of his face, his breathing became heavy, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were staring at the fallen girl in front of him.
But as quiet as possible, it just caught Voldemort's attention.
"Draco? It looks like you are excited, do you hate her?" Voldemort keenly sensed an extremely weak murderous intent.
But it was not directed at him.
Seeing something, he asked Malfoy playfully, his pale fingers playing with the magic wand full of magic power.
It takes a lot of energy to take a delicate photo of mind.
Voldemort used to take a cursory sweep to know how everyone felt about him.
It was a mixture of excitement and resentment, which he found out of Malfoy temporarily.
The latter's nerves are extremely tight, but it still mobilizes its facial muscles, controls its own brain with brain closure, and quickly builds up non-existent memories.
"At school, she has broken my good deeds many times, and my activities at school have been broken by her countless times!" Malfoy made an angry expression and clenched his fists.
"Almost killed her once."
"Slytherin's coward! Coward, you dare not get close to this monster at all."
Eagle Horse-Barco Bick.
"Who said I'm afraid!"
Malfoy rushed over, and was flipped to the ground.
Scanning lightly, I saw his shallow, or deliberately shallow memory.
"Let's guess, how did this female clay species sneak in."
Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale.
"Maybe I was followed this time!" The last trace of blood on his pale face quickly squeezed away.
"Master, please forgive my fault." Malfoy said anxiously.
Voldemort rubbed his palm, as if thinking about something, and suddenly smiled proudly.
"Of course I know that if this poor lady of mud type knew she would come here to meet me, she would definitely not come."
"Hogwarts' group of escapes was not too late. The only one who dared to take the initiative was Gryffindor's idiot."
"Let me think about it."
"This is the estate of the Malfoy family."
"Everything here belongs to the owner of the manor, right?"
"Yes, because everything is ours." Malfoy's heart jumped faster and faster, and he answered humbly.
"Oh? I don't really want this answer. I just suddenly felt that it would be better if the real host greeted the guests."
"Then you should humiliate her, I can feel that this mud type may be a hard bone, and the drill heart curse may not be useful."
"I remember, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has a way for female Muggles and Wizards to make them completely collapsed, right?..." Voldemort hinted almost explicitly.
"Of course, this requires you to make a certain sacrifice. After all, you may not be willing to accept this mud type, maybe a werewolf or a vampire?"
"I don't mind, after all, hatred is scrubbed by hand." Malfoy pulled the muscles of his face, his shoulders were trembling slightly, showing a kind of excitement, reward, and excitement, but looked up In Hermione's eyes, there was another trace of justified disgust.
"It's up to you to deal with it, and I'm sure you will be satisfied. In addition, at the end I want a reasonable explanation of how she followed. Maybe, I can still give us some information about the savior." Voldemort licked Licking his pale lips seemed to think of something interesting.
The Dark Lord agreed with Malfoy, as if he had to execute Mr. Potter himself. .
For him now, personal interrogation is somewhat inconsistent with him.
Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.