Chapter 416: Before the battle

The night before the war will be silenced and killed.
In the night sky above the Malfoy Manor, there was a bright and full moon, so maybe the people in the manor could hear the roar of the werewolves from time to time.
Underground, an interrogation is under way.
But there was neither torture nor humiliation.
"I'm actually curious, how did you follow me."
"At that time, it happened to be in the Forbidden Forest?"
Malfoy sat on a chair and looked at Hermione. The girl had now been replaced with a princess dress, and the cuff skirts were embroidered with white lace, but to be precise, the imprisoned princess.
He would come over and check from time to time now, lest this smart girl run away, it would be a very catastrophic thing.
If he really runs away, Voldemort will doubt him; if he hits Voldemort again, he may not be so lucky.
To let her run, at least not now.
Hermione faced his question, and the response was naturally silent, she would not be silly and cross-examination.
Compared to anger, to shame.
Her heart is full of worry.
"What are your dementors used for? Also, why are they..." Hermione spoke, but didn't answer Malfoy's question.
"Miss Granger, I'm afraid you haven't figured out your position yet." Malfoy frowned.
"The right to speak to you is not for you to question me."
"Seal the throat and lock the tongue." Malfoy waved his wand, and he didn't show any sympathy.
Hermione's throat will soon be silent.
Malfoy turned his head and snapped his fingers, shouting casually: "Dobby?"
The loyal house elf moved in a blink of an eye.
"Has Hogwarts' disappearing cabinet been repaired?" he asked casually. In the cellar he saw the opened disappearing cabinet and almost guessed what had happened.
"Fixed, master."
"Dobby apologizes to you again." Dobby said sincerely.
"If it weren't for Rudolf's mercy, such a thing would not happen."
"Shiny?" He snapped his fingers, and another female house-elf appeared.
"Look at her." He said casually, drinking all the black tea from the cup.
But just when Malfoy was about to get up and leave.
A shudder that reached the soul suddenly appeared from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by a slight lag with the shrill roar, with a terrifying penetration ability, straight through the eardrum, overshadowing the sound of all werewolves.
Malfoy felt dizzy, and no one could do it except Voldemort.
Hermione endured the pain. Her hands were now covered by Malfoy's random forbidden rings picked from Newmongarde, and her wand was hidden elsewhere.
It is weaker than ordinary Muggle girls and can only cover her ears with her hands.
Malfoy waved at random, casting magic, blocking the horrible howl.
The girl's pain eased, and her brow gradually spread.
"What is Voldemort doing?"
The two thought at the same time, inexplicable tacit understanding.
At the same time, at Hogwarts, thousands of miles away, some people suffer even more.
Harry woke up from his sleep. He felt a sharp pain rushing over his head, and the entire forehead seemed to be cracked.
Then there is the panic from the heart, maybe you are going to die? This time the pain is more severe than ever.
"Ah!" He fell to the ground, his expression ugly, the white eyes around the green eyes suddenly covered with blood, his hands firmly covered his forehead, and the big beads of sweat kept dripping.
Harry felt that his soul seemed to be pulled away from his body.
It is a bit inaccurate to draw away, more specifically, it is peeling, but it is more rude than peeling, it seems to be torn by violent and crazy, physical pain can be ignored, the torture from the spirit makes people unable to resist, it is The mad pain etched the nerves all over his body.
Immediately disturbing his roommate, Ron responded quickly, and they carried him to the infirmary with Simo.
"Help Harry." They screamed.
On the bed, Harry was still tossing and rolling.
Furong has used many pain-killing spells and it has not worked.
Then, almost identically, everyone seemed to hear the sound of a tight thread breaking.
Harry's twisting stopped, and his eyes opened quickly
"Harry? Are you okay?" There were many people around, Ron, his godfather, Flitwick, almost all came over, looking at him with concern.
Harry shook his arm and touched the scar on his forehead.
"I'm going to Dumbledore's office." I don't know why, he said this sentence in a miserable way, and his eyes were still confused and uncomfortable.
"You are not sure about recovery now..." Sirius frowned.
"Let him go." Furong's voice was clear and unquestionable. "He is ready."
Harry gratefully cast a glance at Furong.
He left the infirmary alone, walking in the corridor, running, reading the password in his mouth, breaking through the obstacles of the ugly stone statue
Dumbledore's office was still empty. The iron branches behind the door were gone, and the silverware was still spinning on the table, emitting silver-white smoke.
Almost instantaneously, he saw the sorting hat on the shelf on the bookshelf, and an arrow rushed over and held it in his hand.
"Tap!" it said.
In Harry's hand, the mischievous hat began to tremble, and the broken brim protruded out some broken cloth.
Harry snapped him to his head all at once.
"When you lose yourself, the sorting hat can help you see yourself." Harry remembered Dumbledore once said that after the pain just now, he felt lost, as if his personality no longer belongs to himself, so he decided Come find the branch cap.
"Weird, it's really weird." It curled up the corner of its hat with a human touch.
"What's weird?" Harry heard his weird tone.
Even if it is just a hat, the thinking of the four founders has been intertwined and grown in such a long time, and it is indeed very humane.
"A well-deserved Gryffindor," the branch cap said loudly.
"I was originally Gryffindor." Harry muttered, wondering what he said.
"Why, I would have wanted to assign you to Slytherin?" The branch cap said with a start, it was really strange.
As if something special happened
"Maybe my personality has changed." Harry's mood was a little happy.
"No, no, the cap can't go wrong." The cap is excited. The voice began to become sharp and irrational.
"That is the essence of your lurking, it can't be changed."
"What about then?" Harry asked back.
"Yeah, it seems useless."
The mood of the branch hat seemed to be silent, and the corner was bent inward and covered with wrinkles.
"I don't know." Hat said sadly and began to doubt himself.
Just as the hat blamed himself, the screams of wind and rain in the Malfoy Manor gradually stopped.
Even though Malfoy had already used magic on himself and blocked his ears, his palm still clung to him.
The heart was beating wildly. Very unpredictable, he gasped and stared at the abstract, seemingly meaningless mural in front of his eyes.
Then he snapped his fingers, "Sparkling" he whispered.
With a bang, shining appeared beside him.
"Bring me Granger's clothes to my room." After that, Malfoy walked to the manor and scanned the excited werewolves.
"You, the action is not standard, punished." He raised his wand, a quick light hit the werewolf's chest, and soon fainted.
"I'm going to punish him. Do you have any opinions?" The cold and emotionless eyes swept across the werewolves, making them shudder.
The remaining werewolves shook their heads in a hurry, fearing that they would be affected by the pond fish.
Malfoy was unimpeded all the way. He dragged the strong werewolf and pushed open the door of his house, like lifting a chicken. He smashed it to the ground, pointed his wand at his head, a fierce spell, and after a flash of light, the werewolf's not much intelligence was also dissipated.
A strand of long brown hair was thrown by Malfoy into a glass jar full of liquid and crystal clear, and then the hair seemed to have some wonderful reaction, dissolved, and melted into the potion. .
A large bottle of potion was poured into the werewolf's mouth.
Then the werewolf's body gradually began to deform.
Eventually it turned into Hermione, but she was still naked and lying flat on the ground.
"Sparkle, help her change the clothes, the one I asked you to prepare just now." Malfoy directed his men, turning his head to the side,
The house elves' moves are very quick~EbookFREE.me~ changed quickly.
"Shenfeng Wuying!"
The brand-new skirt instantly shattered under the magic similar to the sharp wind blade, with some blood marks.
"The taste of Muggles" has pitted him many times.
Looking at the remaining half of the bottle of the compound soup, Malfoy knocked on his wand. A burst of air suddenly appeared in the room, and then an ice cup was erected on the table in front of him. After the liquid was poured into it, the wall of the ice cup gradually expanded and closed, turning into an ice ball.
Finally, it was stuffed into the werewolf's mouth.
If you drink them all at once, there will be medicine costs, which may not be able to support the whole process. As the ice hockey gradually melts, the medicine power can also be supplemented.
If he guessed right, the Dark Lord Hermione would definitely be useful.
For whatever reason, Malfoy would certainly not hand over the girl again.