MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 217 Festival

. said Greyback, and Harry heard him walk aside and look down at Ron. "And what about you, Redhead?" "

"Stan Thorpark," said Ron.

"Fuck you," said the Scabio, "We know Stan Thumpak, he's causing us some trouble."

Another bang.

"I'm Buddy," said Ron, and Harry could hear his mouth full of blood. "Buddy Weasley."

"Weasley?" Greyback said gruffly, "So, even if you're not a Mudblood, you're in a relationship with a pure-blood traitor. The last, beautiful little friend..." He The drooling sound made Harry's hair stand on end.

"Slow down, Greyback." Scabio said to the roar of laughter from the others.

"Oh, I'm not ready to bite her just yet. Let's see if she can remember names a little faster than Barney. Who are you, little girl?"

"Penelope Clearwater," said Hermione, her voice full of fear, but still believable.

"What about your bloodline?"

"Mixed," said Hermione.

"Easy to check." Scabio, "But they all look Hogwarts age—"

"We're not barking anymore," said Ron.

"No, Red?" Scabio said. "So you guys decided to go camping? Then thought it was okay to use the Dark Lord's name as a joke?"

"No kidding," said Ron. "Yuck."

"Slip of the tongue?" Another burst of laughter.

"Do you know who often says the Dark Lord's name, Weasley?" growled Greyback. "Order of the Phoenix. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"No."

"Hmph, they don't have enough respect for the Dark Lord, so the name is taboo. That's how some members of the Order of the Phoenix get caught. Just wait and see. Tie them up with two other prisoners. piece!"

Someone grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled him up, dragged him for a short distance, then pushed him to the ground and tied him back to back with others. Harry was still blind, his swollen eyes barely able to see. When their captors finally left, Harry whispered to the other prisoners:

"Who's got a wand?"

"No." Ron and Hermione's voices came from either side of him.

"It's all my fault. I said that name, sorry—"

"Harry?"

A new but familiar voice came directly from behind Harry, from the man strapped to Hermione's left.

"Dean?"

"It's you! If they find out who they've caught-! They're a manhunt, just catching truants to sell for money-"

"Not bad for the night," said Greyback, a pair of large studded boots approaching Harry, and more banging came from the tent, "a Mudblood, A runaway goblin and three truants. Did you check their names on the list, Scabio?" he growled.

"Checked, there's no Vernon Dudley on it, Greyback."

"Interesting," Greyback said, "it's funny."

He crouched down beside Harry, and Harry saw a face through the tiny gap between his swollen eyelids, matted grey hair and beard, pointy yellow teeth, the corners of his mouth Have mouth sores. Greyback had a strange smell, the same as when he was at the top of the tower where Dumbledore had died: a mix of dust, sweat, blood.

"So you're not the one we're going for, Vernon? Or are you on the list, but not this name? Which Hogwarts house did you go to?"

"Slytherin." Harry said without thinking.

“Funny, they all thought we wanted to hear this,” Scabio sneered in the dark, “but none of them knew where the common room was.”

"In the dungeon," Harry said clearly, "through the wall, it's full of skulls and stuff, and it's at the bottom of a lake, so the light is all green."

A brief silence.

"Okay, okay, looks like we did catch a little Slytherin," Scabio said, "You're lucky, Vernon, because there aren't many Mudblood Slytherins. Laitlin. Who is your father?"

"He's at the Ministry of Magic," Harry lied, knowing that if they looked a little bit, his whole story would fall apart in an instant, but the game was over as soon as he got his face back. , "Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters."

"Greyback," Scabio said, "I think there's a Dudley in there."

Harry barely dared to breathe: luck, pure luck, would let them escape safely?

"Okay, okay," said Greyback, and Harry could hear a tiny tremor in the grim voice, and he knew Greyback was wondering if he really beat and Bound the son of a Ministry of Magic official. Harry's heart pounded against the rope around his ribs, and he thought Greyback should have seen it. "If you're telling the truth, ugly, there's nothing to be afraid of going to the Ministry of Magic. I guess your dad will reward us for sending you back."

"But," said Harry, mouth dry, "you'll have to let us—"

"Hey!" A shout came from the tent, "Look at this, Greyback!"

A dark figure ran over, and under the light of the wand, Harry saw a silver light, and they found Gryffindor's sword.

"Very beautiful," said Greyback with satisfaction, taking the sword from his companion. "Oh, beautiful indeed. It looks like it was made by goblins. Where did you get it? ?"

"It's my dad's," Harry lied, begging Greyback to not see the name carved under the hilt in the dim light, "the one we borrowed to chop the wood—"

"Wait a minute, Greyback! Look at this, The Daily Prophet! Hermione Granger,'" Scabio was saying, "'is known to be with Harry Potter's fellow Mudblood.'"

Greyback squatted in front of Hermione. "You know what, little girl? This picture looks a lot like you."

"No! Not me!"

Hermione's terrified scream was a confession.

"...is known to travel with Harry Potter..." Greyback said softly again.

The surroundings were silent. Harry's scar was aching, and he tried his best to resist the pull of Voldemort's mind. Staying sane has never been more important.

"So things have changed, haven't they?" whispered Greyback.

No one spoke, Harry felt the people of the search party watching blankly, and also felt Hermione's arms shaking beside him. Greyback stood up, walked a few steps to Harry, crouched down again, and looked carefully at his deformed face.

"What's on your forehead, Vernon?" he asked softly, pressing a dirty finger against Harry's taut scar, and stinking breath in Lee's nostrils.

"Don't touch!" Harry yelled.

"I think you wear glasses, Potter?" Grayback said softly.

"I've got the glasses!" yelled a manhunter who was hiding behind. "Glasses in the tent, Greyback, wait—"

Seconds later, Harry's glasses were forcibly placed on his face. The raiders were now approaching, staring at him.

"It's him!" Greyback yelled, "We got Potter!"

They both took a few steps back, amazed at what they had achieved.

“…to the Ministry of Magic?”

"Fuck the Ministry of Magic," growled Greyback, "they'll take the credit and we won't even be able to see it. I'll just hand him over to You-Know-Who. ."

"You're calling him? Here?" Scabio said in awe and horror.

"No," growled Greyback, "I haven't—he allegedly used the Malfoys as a base. We'll take the boy there."

Harry guessed why Greyback didn't summon Voldemort. The Death Eaters made him wear their robes in order to take advantage of the werewolf, but only Voldemort's inner circle has the Dark Mark, and Greyback has yet to receive this highest honor.

"…must be him? If not, Greyback, we're dead."

Long! If you guys are timid and don't want to go, it's all mine, and if you're lucky, this little girl might even give it to me."

"Okay?" Scabio said, "Okay, we'll follow you! And what about the others, Greyback?"

"Bring them together. There are two Mudbloods, and that's ten Galleons. Give me that sword too, and if it's a ruby, I'll make a small fortune."

The prisoners were pulled up. Harry could hear Hermione's rapid, fearful breathing.

"Hold on, hold tight. I'll deal with Potter." Greyback said, grabbing Harry's hair, Harry felt the long yellow nails cut His scalp, "Count to three! One-two-three-"

The Manhunter team dragged them to Apparate. Harry struggled, trying to shake Greyback's hand, but there was no hope. Ron and Hermione were squeezed so tightly that he couldn't get out.

They landed on a country road and the prisoners staggered into each other. Harry's eyes were still swollen. After getting used to it for a while, he saw a pair of wrought iron gates with what seemed to be a long driveway behind. He breathed a sigh of relief, the worst had yet to happen, Voldemort wasn't here, he should have been abroad—he was near a prison the last time Harry's scar hurt. As for how long it will take Voldemort to arrive after he learns that Harry is here, that's another question.