Chapter 416 Before the Decisive Battle

The night before the battle was about to begin, silent and chilling.

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

Underground, there is an interrogation going on.

But neither torture nor humiliation.

"I'm actually curious, how did you come here."

"Did you happen to be in the Forbidden Forest at that time?"

Malfoy sat in the chair and looked at Hermione. The girl was now dressed like a princess dress. The cuffs and skirts were all embroidered with white lace, but to be precise, it was the imprisoned princess.

He will come to check now and then, lest this smart girl run away, it will be a very disaster.

If he really ran away, Voldemort would suspect him; if he ran into Voldemort's hands again, he might not have such good luck.

To let her run, at least not now.

Faced with his questioning, Hermione's response was naturally to be silent.

Rather than anger, than shame.

She was filled with more worry.

"What are your dementors for? Also, why are they..." Hermione said, but didn't answer Malfoy's question.

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

"The right I give you to speak is not for you to question me."

"Stop the throat." Malfoy waved his wand, but he didn't show any pity.

Hermione's voice soon fell silent.

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

The loyal house-elf displaces in the blink of an eye.

"Has the vanishing cabinet at Hogwarts been repaired?" he asked casually. In the cellar, he saw the opened vanishing cabinet.

Almost guessed how things were going.

"It's fixed, Master."

"Dobby apologizes to you 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 the cup.

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

A trembling feeling that reached his soul suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. Accompanied by a slight lag, there was that shrill and sharp roar, which penetrated through the eardrums with an extremely terrifying penetrating ability, and overcame all the voices of the werewolf.

Malfoy felt a flurry of dizziness that no one could do except Voldemort.

Hermione endured in agony, her hands now wrapped around a few Forbidden Rings that Malfoy picked up from Nurmengard at random, and her wand was hidden elsewhere.

Weaker than the average Muggle girl, she can only cover her ears with her hands.

Malfoy waved casually and cast magic to block the terrifying howl.

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

"What is Voldemort doing?"

The two thought at the same time, inexplicably tacit understanding.

At the same time, at Hogwarts, thousands of miles away, someone suffered even more.

Harry woke up from his slumber, and he felt a sharp pain that shot straight to the top of his head, and his entire forehead seemed to be split open.

Then came the panic from within, maybe I was going to die? This time the pain was stronger than ever.

"Ah!" He fell to the ground with a grim look on his face, the whites around his emerald green eyes were instantly covered with bloodshots, his hands firmly covered his forehead, and the big beads of sweat kept dripping.

Harry felt as if his soul was about to be pulled away from his body.

Pulling off is somewhat inaccurate, more precisely peeling off, but it is even more rude than peeling off. It seems to be torn apart violently and frantically. The physical pain can be ignored, and the mental torture makes people unable to resist. Crazy pain etched into the nerves of his body.

Immediately disturbing his roommate, Ron responded quickly and carried him to the infirmary with Seamus.

"Help Harry," they shouted.

On the hospital bed, Harry was still rolling over and over.

Fleur has used many pain-relieving spells to no avail.

Then, almost invariably, everyone seemed to hear the sound of a taut silk thread breaking.

Harry's writhing stopped and his eyes opened quickly.

"Harry? Are you okay?" There were many people around, Ron, his godfather, Flitwick, almost all rushed over and looked at him with concern.

Harry shook his arm and touched the scar on the front of his forehead.

"I'm going to Dumbledore's office." I don't know why, he said this sentence in a mysterious way, and his eyes were still a little confused and uncomfortable.

"You're not sure about your recovery yet..." Sirius frowned.

"Let him go." Furong's voice was clear and unquestionable. "He's all right."

Harry cast a grateful glance at Fleur.

He left the infirmary one by one, walked through the corridor, ran, and said the password in his mouth, breaking through the obstacles of the ugly stone statue

Dumbledore's office was still empty, and Fox was missing from the iron branches behind the door, and the silverware was still spinning on the table, exuding silvery white smoke.

Almost instantly, he saw the sorting hat on the shelf on the shelf, rushed over with a single stride, and grabbed it in his hand.

"Take it easy!" it said.

In Harry's hands, the mischievous hat began to vibrate, and some torn strips of cloth protruded from the torn brim.

Harry pinned him to his head in one fell swoop.

"When you lose yourself, the Sorting Hat can help you see yourself clearly." Harry remembered that Dumbledore once said this. 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 the corner of its hat brim humanely.

"What's weird?" Harry heard the weirdness in his tone.

Even if it is just a hat, the thinking of the four founders has been intertwined and grown in such a long time, which is indeed very humanized.

"Well deserved Gryffindor," said the Sorting Hat loudly.

"I was a Gryffindor," Harry muttered, surprised by what he said.

"Why, why did I want to assign you to Slytherin in the first place?" The Sorting Hat said in surprise, this is really strange.

It's like there's some kind of exception

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

"No, no, the Sorting Hat can't go wrong." The Sorting Hat was excited. The voice started to get shrill and irrational.

"That is your hidden essence and 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 quiet down, with one corner bent inward and wrinkled.

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

Just as the hat was complaining about himself, the screeching whistling in Malfoy Manor gradually ceased.

Even though Malfoy had already used magic on himself and plugged his ears, his palms were still close.

Heart beating wildly. Very ominous foreboding, he gasped, staring at the abstract, seemingly meaningless mural in front of him.

Then he snapped his fingers, "Twinkle," he whispered.

With a bang, Twinkle appeared beside him.

"Give me Miss Granger's clothes and take them to my room." After speaking, Malfoy walked into the manor and glanced at the 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, and he quickly fainted.

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

The remaining werewolves hurriedly shook their heads, for fear that they would be harmed by Chiyu.

Malfoy made his way unobstructed, dragging the strong werewolf and pushing open the door of his house like a chicken. He smashed it to the ground, pointed his wand at its head, and slammed it hard. 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 glass bottle full of liquid, and then the hair seemed to have some wonderful reaction, and it was dissolved in the potion. .

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

Then the werewolf's body gradually began to deform.

In the end it took on Hermione's appearance, but still naked, lying flat on the ground.

"Winky, change her clothes, the one I asked you to prepare just now." Malfoy instructed his subordinates, turning his head to the side,

The house-elves move very quickly. Replaced soon.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

The brand-new skirt was instantly shattered under the magic of a sharp wind blade, with a little blood.

"Muggle Smell" had already tricked him many times.

Looking at the half bottle of Compound Decoction still left in the bottle, Malfoy tapped his wand, and a burst of cold air suddenly appeared in the room, and then an ice cup stood up on the table in front of him. After the liquid was poured into it, the walls of the ice glass gradually extended and closed, turning into a puck.

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

If you drink it all at one time, there will be a drug cost, which may not be able to support the whole process. As the ice hockey gradually melts, the drug power can also be replenished.

If he guessed right, the Dark Lord's take on Hermione would certainly be useful.

For whatever reason, Malfoy certainly wouldn't hand over the girl again.