Vol 2 Chapter 1294:

　　 Now it all feels like a dream to Fanlin.
The three of them were still excited about receiving news from their friends in the first ten minutes, and then they were pointed at them by more than 20 Death Eaters with their wands, and then their wands were captured and then escorted To Malfoy's house?
　　It must be admitted that the ancient noble manor is still very grand, at least more luxurious than Hogwarts, after all, Hogwarts is just a school.
　　 The darkness outside makes the light in the living room very dazzling; Fanlin can recognize that the room is large even if his eyes are not open. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and more portraits hung on the dark purple wall. When the prisoners were escorted into the room by the hunters, two figures rose from their chairs in front of the ornate marble fireplace.
　　 "What's going on?" Lucius Malfoy's disgusting familiar tone fell in Fanlin's ears, sounding lazy.
　　 It looks like old Lucius is doing pretty well, maybe because Voldemort didn’t punish him, or because Draco did an excellent job...Dumbledore’s mission...
This is really ironic. Before Voldemort returned, although the cutting-edge strength was flawed, at least the Malfoy family was able to break the wrist with Dumbledore in a small place, instead of taking in all of their family as they are now. , Including the only future heir.
　　Vanlin paused, looked up and squinted at Lucius, the old fox whose fur had been stripped.
　　 Compared to Fanlin's composure, he was even hitting the idea of ​​Lucius and even the entire Malfoy family, and Harry was panicked now.
　　 His swollen eyes prevented him from seeing any way out. His fear was already like this. In contrast, it seemed easier to close the connection with Voldemort's thoughts, although his scars were still burning.
　　 "They said they caught Al and Potter," Narcissa said in a cold voice. "Draco, come here."
　　 A figure in a black suit flashed out from behind Lucius.
　　 Draco is not in a good state now, at least Fanlin feels so, far from the noble master of Hogwarts, even if it is in his own home.
Harry, on the other hand, was afraid to look directly at Draco, but he squinted at him; someone slightly taller than him, stood up from an armchair and his face became pale and sharpened under his blond hair. blurry.
　　Sgaber forced the prisoners to turn around and lean to make room for Fanlin and the others to be directly exposed under the chandeliers.
　　 "Huh, boy?" Skyber said in a feminine but very harsh voice.
　　 Now, Harry was facing a mirror on the fireplace with a huge gilded object in the swirling frame. Through the slits of his eyes, he saw what he looked like in the mirror. This was the first time he had seen himself since leaving Grimmauld Place. His face is huge, glowing with pink luster, and every feature is distorted by Fanlin's curse.
　　 His black hair is shoulder-length, and there is a dark shadow around his chin. If he didn't know that it was him who was standing here, he would be wondering who was wearing his glasses. He decided not to speak because his voice would betray him; he was still avoiding Draco's eye contact when Draco approached him.
　　 "Huh, Draco?" Lucius Malfoy said. He sounds eager. "Is it him? Is it Harry Potter?"
　　 "I don't...I'm not sure," Draco said tremblingly.
　　 He tried his best to keep the distance from Skyber. When Harry looked at him, he seemed to look at Harry with fear.
Draco was terrified. His actions directly led to Dumbledore’s death. Voldemort’s appreciation and gifts are not something that everyone can enjoy. At least, Draco is not enough. His heart is not firm enough. .
　　 Maybe because of Hogwarts, not everyone is perverted like Voldemort, and even brainwashing all those who support him with a twisted heart. They are just ordinary wizards who walked out of Hogwarts.
　　 "Look at him carefully, look! Get closer!"
　　 Harry had never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited. "Draco, if we were the one who gave Potter to the Dark Lord, everything would be the same..."
　　 "Then we won't forget who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy?" Skyber said threateningly.
　　 "Of course not, of course not!" Lucius said impatiently. He approached Harry himself, and Harry could clearly see his tired, pale face even from his swollen eyes. Wearing this swollen mask as his face, Harry felt like peeking out through the fence of a cage.
　　 "What did you do to him?" Lucius asked Skyber "How did they become like this?"
　　 "We did not do it."
　　 "In my opinion, this is more like a stinging spell," Lucius whispered. His gray eyes swept across Harry's forehead.
　　 "There is something here," he whispered. "This may be a scar, tight and stretched..."
　　 "Draco, come here, take a good look! What do you think?" Lucius suddenly shouted, which surprised Draco.
　　 Harry saw that Draco's face was now close up, next to his father's face. They looked extremely similar, except that the father beside him was excited, and Draco's expression was full of reluctance, even fear.
　　 "I don't know," he said, and 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 cold voice. "Before we summon the Dark Lord, we have to be absolutely sure that this is Potter... They say this is his..."
Narcissa was watching the Holly Wood Wand carefully. "But it's not like Ollivander's description... If we get it wrong, if we summon the Dark Lord and find that nothing... Remember how he dealt with Lynn Are you and Duluha?"
　　 "What about this Muggle?" Grayback said grumblingly. When the hunter forced the prisoner to turn around again, Harry almost collapsed and the light shone on Hermione's ground. "Wait a minute," Narcissa said sharply. "Yes...yes, she was with Bo in Mrs. Morkin's shop! I saw her picture in the Daily Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't she the girl named Granger?"
　　 "I...maybe...be..."
　　 "Then, that's Al? Fanlin Al?" Lucius yelled, striding around the tied prisoner and facing Fanlin. "They are Potter's friends..."
　　 Lucius looked at Fanlin uncertainly as if he was caught in his throat.
　　 He has eaten so many times from the boy in front of him...
　　 "How did you catch them?" For no reason, Lucius felt a little unreal, and he looked at Skyber uncertainly.
If this is really Fanlin El’s words, it’s not that Lucius belittles Skyber. To be honest, he really doesn’t trust this so-called raid team. If it’s just Skyber and his men... …
　　 "We have more than 20 magic wands facing them!" Skyber said, in a very gloomy tone, "So..."
"Meet again, Mr. Lucius!" Fanlin's voice suddenly came to Lucius's mind. It was like a lightning strike. Lucius' body stiffened for a while. He doesn't have a wand anymore, so close. The distance is close to a guy who is obviously very dangerous...
　　 "Don't be nervous, Mr. Malfoy, I think, I am at least incapable now... I should say that there is no reason to deal with you, right..."
　　 Hearing this, Lucius stared at Fanlin with straight eyes, as if he wanted to dissect Fanlin from the inside out.
　　 "Is it you?" Lucius moved his lips quickly.
　　 "Of course, Mr. Malfoy, luckily, you caught me and Harry, didn't you? Maybe this can be forgiven by the Dark Lord... forgive you for killing him once!"
　　 "What are you talking about!" Lucius suddenly grabbed Fanlin's collar with both hands.
　　 "Lucius!" Narcissa said quickly, looking at her husband a little puzzled, while Draco wanted to come up to hold Lucius, but he stopped again, looking very embarrassed.
　　 Hermione let out a short exclamation. For a while, following Lucius' movements, it was like a calm lake being broken by a flying stone...
　　 "Don't be so excited, Lucius...Or do you think, what have you done yourself?" Fanlin's voice sounded from Lucius's mind again, "Calm down, it's not good for you!"
　　 "What happened?" Skyber took out his wand and pointed it at Fanlin, "What did you do?"
　　 "No...I just want to confirm..." Lucius let go of his hand and pushed Fanlin lightly, then took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands...
　　 It must be admitted that Lucius is able to wrestle with Dumbledore, and he still has the ability to respond immediately.
　　 Just when Skyber was about to say something, the door of the living room opened behind him. A woman was talking, and her voice greatly increased Harry's sense of fear.
"What's going on, what's going on," Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around the prisoners, stopped at Harry's right hand, and stared through her thick eyelids. At Hermione.
　　 "OK," she said calmly, "this is the mudblood girl? This is Granger?"
　　 "Yes, yes, it's Granger!" Lucius stepped back and said, "And beside her, we think it is Potter! Potter and his friends are finally caught!"
　　 Lucius didn't say who it was, but in Bella's eyes there was nothing more important than Harry.
"Go on, Lucius, you know what to do." Fanlin's voice sounded again, and Lucius's body stiffened again, which made Narcissa feel strange, but Bellatrix was in This, like a huge luminous body, she and Potter, the two firmly attracted everyone's attention.
　　 "Potter?" Bellatrix screamed, and she gradually stepped back to look at Harry better. "Are you sure? Then, we should notify the Dark Lord immediately!"
　　 She rolled up the sleeve of her left hand: Harry saw the mark of the Dark Lord on her arm, knew she was about to touch it, and informed her admiring master...
　　 "I'm about to tell him!" Lucius said, placing his hand on Bellatrix's wrist to prevent her from touching the Dark Mark. "I will call him, Bella. Potter was staying at my house, so it's my right..."
　　 "Your right!" Bellatrix sneered, trying to wring his hand from the hand he was holding. "When you lose your magic wand, you have no rights, Lucius! How dare you? Take your hand away from me!"
　　 "This has nothing to do with you, you didn't catch this kid..."
　　 "Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, I think you made a mistake," Scabble interjected suddenly, "It looks like it was Potter we caught, and we have the right to get the gold."
　　 "Gold coins!" Bellatrix laughed, still trying to get rid of her brother-in-law, who was groping for her wand in another free bag. "Take your gold coins, filthy scavenger. What is the use of gold coins? I only seek his...honor."
　　 Bellatrix stopped struggling, her black eyes fixed on something Harry couldn't see.
　　 Seeing her surrender, Lucius let go of her hand with a relaxed expression.
　　 In fact, this made Lucius a little embarrassed, he was a little uncertain whether he wanted to inform the Dark Lord.
　　 Finally, Lucius rolled up his sleeves, and Fanlin was also ready to take care of Bella, Skyber and the other three Death Eaters.
　　 Very good sneak attack angle. Using that chain, Fanlin can definitely penetrate the bodies of five people before they react.
"Stop it!" Suddenly, Bellatrix screamed: "Don't touch it, if the Dark Lord arrives now, we will all be dead!" Lucius froze suddenly, and his index finger stopped. On the black magic mark. Bellatrix strode out of Harry's limited vision.
　　 "What's that?" He heard her say.
　　 "Sword," grunted a robber who Harry couldn't see.
"give it to me."
　　 "This is not yours, madam, it is mine, I think I found it."
　　 Suddenly there was a bang accompanied by a red flash; Fanlin had some surprises, he knew the looter had been knocked out. Their men let out a roar: Skyber drew his wand.
　　 "What do you think you are playing, woman?"
　　 "fainted!" Bellatrix screamed, "fainted!"
　　 They are not her opponents, even if it is four to one: she is a witch, just as Fanlin knows, Bella has superb skills and a cold heart.
　　 They all fell down where they were just standing. Except for Skyber, Bella left him, so he had to kneel on the ground ~EbookFREE.me~ and stretch out his arms. Fanlin saw from the corner of his eyes that Bellatrix had subdued this guy, Gryffindor's sword was tightly held in her hand, and her face was as pale as wax.
　　 "Where did you get this sword?" she whispered to Skyber, and at the same time pulled the wand out of his already defenseless hand.
　　 "How dare you?" he yelled. When he was forced to look at her, his only movable part was his mouth, "Let go of me, woman!"
　　 "Where did you find this sword?" she repeated, waving the sword in front of him, "Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"
　　 "It's in their tent." Skyber roared, "Let go of me, I say!"
　　 She waved her wand, and Skyber jumped aside, but was still careful not to get close to her.
　　 He walked back and forth behind an armchair, his pale fingers clutching the back of the chair tightly.
　　 "Draco, throw these scum outside." Bellatrix said, pointing at the unconscious men. "If you don't have the courage to kill them, then put them in the backyard and wait for me to deal with them."
"How dare you talk to Draco like that..." Narcissa said violently, but Bellatrix interrupted her with a scream: "Quiet! The situation is more serious than you think, West Akane! We have a very serious problem!"
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