Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 416: Before the decisive battle

The night before the war is about to start, silence and stern.

The night sky above Malfoy Manor is hung with a bright full moon. Perhaps because of this, people in the manor can hear the loud roars of werewolves from time to time, one after another.

Underground, an interrogation is going on.

But there was neither torture nor abuse.

"I'm actually very curious, how did you follow me."

"It happened to be in the Forbidden Forest at that time?"

Malfoy sat in a chair and looked at Hermione. The girl has now been dressed like a princess dress. The cuffs of the skirt are all embroidered with white lace, but to be precise, she is the imprisoned princess.

He would come to check now and then from time to time, lest this smart girl run away, it would be a very catastrophic thing.

If he really ran away, Voldemort would doubt him; and if he hit Voldemort's hands, he might not be so lucky.

Let her run, at least not now.

When Hermione faced his question, her response was naturally silent, she wouldn't be foolish and telling.

Compared to anger, compared to shame.

She is more worried.

"What do your dementors do? And, why are they..." Hermione spoke, but did not answer Malfoy's question.

"Miss Granger, I'm afraid you haven't figured out your position yet." Malfoy frowned.

"My right to speak to you is not for you to question me."

"Seal the throat and lock the tongue." Malfoy waved his wand, he didn't show any sympathy.

Hermione's voice soon became silent.

Malfoy turned his head, snapped his fingers, and yelled casually: "Dobby?"

The loyal house elves moved in in no time.

"Has the vanishing cabinet at Hogwarts been repaired?" He asked casually, seeing the vanishing cabinet opened in the cellar, and he almost guessed how things were going.

"It's fixed, master."

"Dobby apologizes to you again." Dobby said sincerely.

"If Dobby had not been merciful, nothing like this would have happened."

"Sparkling?" He snapped his fingers, and another female house elf appeared.

"Look at her." He said casually, dipping out the black tea in the cup.

But just when Malfoy was about to get up and leave.

A trembling sensation that reached the soul suddenly emerged from his heart. Accompanying the slight lag was the stern and sharp roar, which penetrated the eardrums with incomparably terrifying penetrating power, and overwhelmed all the werewolf's voices.

Malfoy felt dizzy. No one except Voldemort could do it.

Hermione endured in agony, her hands were now picked up by Malfoy from Newmontgard randomly, and her wand was hidden elsewhere.

Weaker than ordinary Muggle girls, she can only cover her ears with her hands.

Malfoy waved at random and cast his magic to block the horrible howl.

The girl's pain eased, and her brows gradually opened up.

"What is Voldemort doing?"

The two thought at the same time, an inexplicable understanding.

At the same time, in Hogwarts thousands of miles away, some people suffered even more.

Harry wakes up from his sleep, he feels a sharp pain hitting his head, and his forehead seems to be cracking open.

Then there was panic from the heart, maybe I was going to die? This time the pain was more intense than ever.

"Ah!" He fell to the ground with a terrifying look, and the whites around his aquamarine eyes were bloodshot in an instant, his hands firmly covered his forehead, and big beads of sweat kept dripping. .

Harry felt like his soul was about to be pulled out of his body.

The withdrawal is a bit inaccurate, more specifically it is peeling, but it is more rude than peeling, it seems to be ripped off roughly and crazy, the physical pain can be ignored, and the mental torture makes people unable to resist. The maddening pain etched the nerves all over his body.

Immediately disturbed his roommate, Ron reacted quickly, and Seamer carried him to the infirmary in a hurried manner.

"Help Harry." they screamed.

When he got to the hospital bed, Harry was still rolling.

Furong has used many pain-relieving spells, but they have not worked.

Then, almost coincidentally, everyone seemed to hear the sound of a tight thread breaking.

Harry’s twisting stopped and he opened his eyes soon

"Harry? Are you okay" surrounded by many people, Ron, his godfather, Flitwick, almost all rushed over and looked 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, but he said this in a ghostly manner, still a little confused and uncomfortable in his eyes.

"You are not sure about your recovery yet..." Sirius frowned.

"Let him go." Furong's voice was clear and unquestionable. "He is already well."

Harry cast a grateful look at Fleur.

He left the infirmary alone, walking through the corridor, running, chanting the password in his mouth, breaking through the obstacles of the ugly stone statues

Dumbledore's office was still empty. On the iron branch behind the door, Fox was gone, and the silverware was still spinning on the table, emitting silvery white smoke.

Almost instantly, he saw the sorting hat in the compartment on the bookshelf, rushed to it, and grabbed it in his hand.

"Tap!" it said.

In Harry's hand, the naughty hat began to tremble, and some torn strips of cloth protruded from the torn brim.

Harry snapped him to his head all at once.

"When you lose yourself, the Sorting Hat can help you see yourself clearly." Harry remembered Dumbledore saying this. After the pain just now, he felt lost, as if his personality no longer belonged to him. , So I decided to find the Sorting Hat.

"Strange, really strange." It lifted a corner of its hat very humanely.

"What's weird?" Harry heard the weird tone of his voice.

Even though it is just a hat, part of the thinking of the four founders has been intertwined and grown during such a long period of time. It is indeed very humane.

"Well-deserved Gryffindor." The Sorting Hat said loudly.

"I was Gryffindor." Harry murmured, feeling strange for him.

"Why, I wanted to assign you to Slytherin in the first place?" The Sorting Hat said with a start. This is really weird.

It's like a special case has been encountered

"Maybe my personality has changed." Harry was a little happy.

"No, no, the Sorting Hat can't go wrong." The Sorting Hat became excited. The voice began to become shrill and irrational.

"That is your hidden essence, it cannot be changed."

"So what?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, it doesn't seem to be of any use."

The sorting hat's mood seemed to go silent, one corner bent inward, full of wrinkles.

"I don't know." Hat said sadly, beginning to doubt himself.

Just as the hat was complaining, the stormy screams in Malfoy Manor gradually ceased.

Even though Malfoy had already used magic on himself to seal his ears, his palm was still tight.

The heart is beating frantically. With a very vague premonition, he gasped, staring at the abstract, seemingly meaningless mural in front of him.

Then he snapped his fingers, "Sparkling" he called in a low voice.

With a bang, Shining appeared next to him.

"Bring me Miss Granger's clothes to my room." After speaking, Malfoy walked into the manor and scanned the excited group of werewolves.

"You, your actions are not standard, you are punished." He raised his wand, a swift light hit the werewolf's chest, and quickly fainted.

"I want to punish him, do you have any opinions?" The cold, unsentimental gaze swept across the werewolves, making them shudder.

The remaining werewolves shook their heads in a hurry, for fear that they would be harmed by the fish.

Malfoy was unimpeded all the way. He dragged the strong werewolf and pushed open the door of his house as if he was lifting a chicken. He smashed it to the ground, pointed it at its head with a magic wand, and made a fierce spell. After a flash of light, the werewolf's little intelligence also dissipated.

A strand of brown, slightly curly hair was thrown by Malfoy into a crystal-clear glass bottle filled with liquid, and then the hair strands seemed to have undergone some strange reaction and were dissolved, and melted into the potion. among. .

A large bottle of potion was poured fiercely from the werewolf's mouth.

Then the werewolf's body gradually began to deform.

In the end, she became Hermione, but she was still naked, lying flat on the ground.

"Shin, change her clothes, the one I told you to prepare just now." Malfoy commanded his men, turning his head to the side,

The action of the house elves is very quick~IndoMTL.com~ soon changed.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

The brand-new skirt was instantly torn apart under the magic similar to a sharp wind blade, with some blood stains.

The "smell of Muggle" has pitted him many times.

Looking at the half-bottle of the compound decoction left in the bottle, Malfoy tapped his wand, a burst of air-conditioning suddenly appeared in the room, and an ice cup was erected on the table in front of him. After the liquid in the bottle is poured into it, the wall of the ice cup gradually expands, closes, and becomes a hockey puck.

In the end, it was also stuffed into the werewolf's mouth.

If you drink it all at once, there will be a drug fee, which may not support the entire process. As the ice puck gradually melts, the power of the medicine can be replenished.

If he guessed correctly, Hermione would be useful to the Dark Lord.

For whatever reason, Malfoy will of course not hand over the girl again.