Chapter 155: Kidnapped Harry (A Little Late, Sorry)

Chapter 155 Kidnapped Harry (a little late, sorry)

Draco rarely listened to his mother and chose to go home to spend his Christmas.

When Narcissa saw Malfoy at the door of her house, her pale face immediately lost the last bit of blood, like a dead face covered with white powder.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in school this Christmas?" Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm and said in a low voice.

"But I spent Christmas at Hogwarts last year. Since nothing happened at home this year, why can't I go home?" Draco frowned in dissatisfaction. Narcissa's unreasonable request almost made him think that he had no family like Harry Pott!

"This year's situation is very special!" It was difficult for Narcissa to explain to Draco that there was a dark lord in her home now. He didn't want Draco to have too much contact with "Voldemort".

"I'll take you to your aunt's house now. You'll be there for Christmas this year--"

Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm without giving him the green light to pull him away, but before Draco could resist, Cyrus' voice rang out behind her.

"Narcissa, I'm going to criticize you. Christmas is a time for family reunion. How can you drive your son away?"

Narcissa's heart suddenly sank. She turned her head stiffly and saw Cyrus leaning against the door, looking at her and her son with a smile. Fear made Narcissa even forget how to greet Cyrus.

"That's right, Mom, why do I have to spend Christmas at someone else's house?" Draco immediately said, and then he looked at Cyrus again, his two faint eyebrows immediately frowned, "Who are you?"

Draco looked at Cyrus for a long time with a bad look. He felt that the handsome man in front of him looked very familiar. He should know him, but he couldn't remember it.

"Be respectful, Draco!" Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm in fear. She was really afraid that Draco's domineering personality would annoy Cyrus and then cost them their lives. She kept selecting a suitable title in her mind, "You should respectfully call him - Black..."

"What's wrong, Draco, don't you recognize me?" Cyrus interrupted her and asked knowingly, "Didn't you call me Xiaotang last year at Hogwarts?"

Xiaotang?

Narcissa was stunned. She hadn't recovered from this name yet. The whole person suddenly seemed to be dead.

Draco's erased memory seemed to begin to recover. His experience at Hogwarts last year slowly emerged in his mind. Although it was still vague, "Xiaotang" appeared in his memory very clearly.

"Xiao Tang?! It's you!" His eyes lit up, "I remember everything!"

He happily walked past Narcissa, who seemed to be petrified, and came to Cyrus, patting Cyrus' arm familiarly: "So you are alive?! Of course I saw it in the newspaper a long time ago, but I forgot that we knew each other at that time!"

At this moment, Draco has remembered everything that happened last year, because Cyrus took the initiative to remove his memory modification of Draco.

For Draco, it was a good time. Cyrus taught him a lot of alchemy at that time, which benefited him a lot. And Draco also recognized Cyrus as a friend, although the other party was just a half-blood...

"I deleted your memory." Cyrus explained briefly.

"I knew it! But it's okay, I won't bother with you!" Draco said generously. Every time he said a word, Narcissa's body couldn't help trembling once. Narcissa felt that she was getting closer and closer to death. She wanted to stop Draco, but her body became stiffer and stiffer for some reason.

She felt like her heart was being squeezed tightly and she couldn't breathe at all.

Draco was still speaking.

"By the way, you probably have nowhere to go, right? Why don't you spend Christmas at my house?" Draco invited enthusiastically, "Don't worry, although my father has always only made friends with pure-bloods and looked down on half-bloods, you are my friend, and for my sake, he won't be prejudiced against you!"

"Shut up, Draco!"

Narcissa was going crazy. For the first time, she wanted to slap her baby son hard so that he would know that a person should not speak without restraint.

She put her arm around Draco's shoulders, and her stern expression made Draco feel unfamiliar.

"What's wrong with you, mother?"

"Shut up, you are not allowed to say another word!" She gritted her teeth, twisted the flesh on Draco's arm with one hand, grabbed the back of Draco's head, pressed Draco's head and bowed to Cyrus, she pleaded with her face, "Sir, Draco doesn't know..."

Her voice was trembling.

"Don't be nervous, Narcissa. I don't blame Draco, but you should teach him some manners." Cyrus really didn't care at all. He wasn't "Little Tom" anyway.

"We will..."

"Very good!" Cyrus nodded in satisfaction. Draco, who was being held down by Narcissa, was still puzzled, but he couldn't speak now.

"Also, thank you for your kind invitation, Draco. But I won't stay for Christmas. I have prepared a gift for you and put it in your room." Cyrus said softly, "Tell Lu Xiu Si, everything is going according to plan. If you feel called, just go there and pretend that you have never been loyal to me. "

After saying that, Cyrus left directly.

He is not keen on holidays and does not think today is a special day.

To him, ancient magic was more important. Now that the problem of the soul fragment has been solved, it's time to head to the secret room on the map and start the trial of the four founders.

His figure suddenly disappeared in the wind and snow. In an instant, a golden eagle appeared and disappeared, and finally disappeared into the white wind.

Draco and Narcissa were left alone in the freezing snow.

It was as if all the bones in Narcissa's body had been taken away, and she collapsed on the ground, looking terrified for the rest of her life.

"Mom, why did you stop me just now? Xiaotang is my friend..."

"Snapped!"

Draco's words stopped, and he stared blankly at the mother who loved him the most, his cheeks burning with pain, and a red slap mark left on his pale face.

"You are not allowed to call that name again!" Narcissa stared at him sternly. Only this time, she was not soft-hearted at all. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, "It seems that your father and I did indulge you a little too much in the past. From today on, you must put away all your arrogance..."

In the past, Lucius educated Draco according to the doctrine of pure-blood supremacy, but now, even if Narcissa was not clear about Cyrus, she knew that the Dark Lord no longer seemed to promote the doctrine of pure-blood supremacy. , The ideas of the past are worthless in the face of powerful power. If you still hold on to those old things, the Malfoy family will only perish like carrion.

"What's going on?" Draco also realized something was wrong. He had never seen his mother look so stern. "Who is he?"

Narcissa raised her eyes and slowly opened her bloodless lips:

"he is the one--"

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"Lord Dark Lord, I have successfully entered Hogwarts!"

Peter Pettigrew thought to himself.

After waiting for so long, on this snowy Christmas Eve, he finally sneaked into Hogwarts.

Fortunately for him, the Weasley brothers, who already knew the castle well, no longer used the Marauder's Map very much. In fact, if Sirius hadn't been able to sign Harry's list for Hogsmeade, they would have given the map to Harry.

Therefore, no one discovered this stealth. Although his Animagus form was already known, rats are rats after all, and no one would nervously stare at each rat to see if he was missing something. Only fingers.

Pettigrew crawled along the pipe and around the corner.

He entered Gryffindor's dormitory easily, quickly found Harry's room, and then quietly waited for the opportunity.

Around eight or nine o'clock, he heard two sounds from outside the door.

Harry and Ron are back!

The two of them didn't expect that they might encounter any danger. They took off their smelly shoes and lay down on the bed. In such a cold day, no one of them even asked to take a shower.

Ron started talking about Christmas tomorrow again, and the two of them were now enjoying guessing what kind of gifts Cyrus would leave them.

"Do you think I will receive a flying broom?" Ron asked expectantly.

"Maybe?" Harry didn't know.

"I don't think it's possible. A good broom is too expensive." Ron shook his head. "It would be very satisfying if I could get Krum's postcard. He is my favorite player. What about you, do you want to What do you want?”

Harry didn't know either.

He likes Quidditch very much, but instead of liking the stars, he prefers to play it by himself. As for other things, he has nothing missing now. Without the obstruction of the dementors, he could even use the broom. Of course, if Cyrus could give him the latest rocket crossbow, he would definitely be happy to accept it.

"We'll find out tomorrow, so just go to sleep!" Harry lay down on his back.

After a while, there was no other sound in the room.

After a while, a yellow mouse sneakily poked its head out.

His small eyes rolled around in circles before turning back into the appearance of a fat wizard with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Peter Pettigrew glanced at the sleeping Harry Ron and showed a cruel expression: "You can't wait for tomorrow's gift, Harry Potter."

He picked up the wand and pointed it at Harry and Ron:

"Collapse!"

Two stun spells were fired to ensure that there would be no accidents. Then, Pettigrew came to Harry's bed and looked at the child who was 78% similar to James, with a little guilt in his eyes.

"Don't blame me, Harry, I had no choice but to take you away, how could I live?!"

He waved his wand again, this time casting Transfiguration.

Harry, who was lying on the bed, was immediately transformed into a smaller mouse by him. He tremblingly held the mouse-turned-Harry in his hands and put it in his pocket. Then he came to Ron's bed, reached out and pulled off a few of Ron's hair, and threw it into a bottle of half-finished potion. After stirring, Pettigrew drank the potion in one gulp!

Soon after, "Ron" left the room.

The twins were still awake at this time. They were playing chess in the common room. When they saw Ron coming out alone, they felt a little strange.

"Ron, where are you going?"

"Where is your twin brother Harry?"

"Harry is asleep. I can't sleep. I'm going out for a walk." "Ron" said casually.

The twins obviously didn't care about Ron at all. They didn't think there was anything wrong. They even asked because they were curious why Harry didn't go with him.

The plan went more smoothly than Pettigrew thought. He was almost unstoppable along the way. The Christmas atmosphere made everyone less vigilant. Everyone was immersed in the joyful festival. They didn't expect that such a person would secretly take Harry Potter away on this day.

"Ron" got out of the common room and walked quickly through the castle. Not long after, he had rushed out of the castle and came to the edge of the forbidden forest.

Apparition can be used here.

He disappeared immediately without any hesitation, leaving only a crisp sound in the wind and snow.

The next moment, Peter Pettigrew appeared in a dilapidated castle.

"I am very disappointed with your efficiency, Pettigrew!" Voldemort's short body stood high up, looking down at Pettigrew with bloodshot eyes, "Where is he?"

"Here, my master!" Pettigrew immediately took Harry out of his pocket in fear and changed him back to his original appearance, "My master, I will give you Harry Potter!"

Seeing Harry, Voldemort finally showed a satisfied smile.

"This is a good Christmas gift, Pettigrew. Although you are slow, you finally didn't disappoint me!"

Voldemort came to Harry excitedly. He wanted to crush Harry's head with his own hands, but he couldn't do it now. At this moment, he couldn't touch Harry at all. He had to use Harry's blood to revive him first.

But he had too few helpers now, and everything was not ready. The potion needed for resurrection had not yet begun to be refined, and he also needed a suitable baby's body as a container.

He couldn't use Lanlock's pitiful body to perform the resurrection ceremony.

"I'll let you live for a while, Harry Potter! When I'm resurrected, I'll kill you in front of all the servants!" Voldemort's eyes flashed with bloody murderous intent, "I'll break the so-called prophecy with my own hands! I'll make those who thought I was dead feel real fear again! Of course--"

"And you, Cyrus!"