Chapter 405 'Meeting' in the Underground Labyrinth
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 405 'Meeting' in the Underground Labyrinth
"Turn left ahead, we have already passed the fork on the right!"
Hermione could barely make out the way out under [Luminescent Curse], and whispered to McGuffin them.
After taking a deep breath, she wanted to ask McGuffin why he turned around and made such a maze.
If it wasn't for looking for him, their group wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
But as soon as Hermione stood up, she swayed. Her body was so weak that she couldn't even stand upright. It was only with Fred's support that she didn't fall to the ground.
In fact, she also knew that the Death Eaters had been following closely, and it was very likely that they would stop them all halfway.
Under the circumstances at that time, McGuffin's choice was the best choice. According to the strength he just showed, in fact, one person is very likely to drag the Death Eaters into this underground labyrinth.
And they would be foolish not to go directly to the principal to teach them what they were doing.
but!Who would have thought that after only two steps back, there would be no sign of McGuffin, and then the road back would turn into multiple road blocks, and it would be discovered by the Death Eaters, who would wipe them all out in one go.
After thinking about it, the question that was originally asked turned around in Hermione's mouth, and after she said it again, it still turned into worrying that Harry's whereabouts were still unknown.
"McGuffin, is Harry all right?"
"It's all right! You've also heard that, for some reason, these guys want Harry to be intact. Compared to him...you are in a more dangerous situation."
"Okay, that's enough, stop talking!"
McGuffin ended the topic with some irritability, "We are not out of danger yet, I must get you back to Hogwarts as soon as possible, so you can tell the professors what happened here, and I will go down and drag them...until Harry is rescued."
Thinking of the Wormtail in his pocket, the perfect plan that died before it even started, and the [Blood Curse] that was eroding him more and more, McGuffin couldn't restrain his negative emotions.
After taking a few deep breaths and barely calming down, McGuffin led everyone to move on.
……
Harry followed Bellatrix in silence, walking in silence.
The only Death Eaters in front of him now were her, and the one named Trevor, and the weak-faced torturer named Dolohov.
It was he who broke Ron.
Harry couldn't stop gloating in his heart, of course he knew what kind of environment was in that sphere, having personally experienced it.
After the 'Rafflesia flower' last semester and the 'terrorist attack' that Ron made, he has some immunity to this environment.
And this guy's sense of smell seems to be too sensitive, he was fainted by the smoke in the iron ball, and he is still dizzy until now, trembling and unable to walk.
"McGuffin! Where did you get so many Rafflesia pollen products... I have to say, it's really great."
Harry was delighted to think of the ordeal Ron and Hermione had endured.
"What are you laughing at? Damn... vomit..."
Under the illumination of the [Luminescent Curse], Antonin Dolohov saw Harry's expression of trying to suppress a smile at once, and he immediately became very annoyed.
However, apparently facing Harry, the Death Eater could only yell sternly and dare not make a move at all.
Harry also saw through this, and became more unscrupulous in the face of these Death Eaters. Anyway, up to now, these guys have only caught him alone, and even the rest of the Death Eaters cannot be found.
They've been wandering around here.
(During the dark attack, Harry was held tightly by the wrist by Bellatrix, unable to separate at all, and the two of them were sucked into a small ball together, which is why he did not escape this situation.)
"Damn dirty, dirty Mudblood, after I find you, I will tear your body into pieces and torture and curse your soul with black magic..."
Bellatrix cursed the MacGuffin, and once again she led the crowd to a dead end.
"Lester...can you know the way..." Dolohov was very dissatisfied.
Looking at the dirt wall in front of her, Bellatrix was so angry that she couldn't even hold her wand firmly.
"I can't let the master down anymore, I can't..."
Bellatrix muttered to herself, she stopped in front of the wall and walked back and forth like crazy, her original face became extremely ferocious and distorted under the faint [Luminescence Curse].
Black lips, fangs caused by the deformation and erosion of teeth by black magic, dark circles under the eyes, messy hair, extremely hideous face, crazy eyes, just like those old witches in Muggle legends.
She stared uncertainly at Antonin Dolokhov, who had been swearing and swearing in front of her, as she had led her astray.
Apparently the self-defeating guy didn't notice this.
Dolokhov was restrained by Bellatrix when he was out of reach——
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
"—Ah!—Ah!"
"What are you doing, you b—"
He rolled back and forth curled up on the ground, swearing feebly, cursing Bellatrix, and swearing.
"Dolokhov...Look at your current appearance. You are so weak that you can't even lift your wand. Before you lose face...let's make some contributions to the master's plan!"
Bellatrix stood before Dolohov, sneering.
She yelled for Trevor to keep an eye on Harry.
Then he squatted down and held Andonin Dolokhov down.
He put his wand on his temple and yanked it viciously. While the Death Eater was screaming in pain, the tip of his wand was pulled out a thin, blood-black fluorescent mist.
Harry watched the scene tremblingly.
These guys—even their companions are treated like this.
"Come on, Dolohov... The Dark Lord doesn't like losers!" Bellatrix shrieked grimly.
"-- Cruciatus!"
"Burning flames!"
Harry figured it out.
The Death Eater was torturing his companion crazily. The Unforgivable Curse wasn't enough. She even summoned a flame to burn Dolokhov's fingers who fell to the ground.
One after another, they turned into charred black, making a sizzling sound, and a smell of barbecue permeated the end of the tunnel, which could not go away for a long time.
Harry smelled the smell, and watched the Death Eater's fingers gradually blackened and peeled off during the 'burning' and torture, revealing the white bones...
He couldn't help but began to feel chills all over his body, retching again and again, and almost vomited out.
And the other Death Eater just watched this kind of behavior coldly, without the slightest intention to stop it.
As if it's a matter of course, once someone becomes weak, it should be treated this way.
After three or four rounds of torment, Bellatrix finally pulled out five or six wisps of the bloody mist from Dolohov's head.
She wrapped it around the tip of her wand and carefully identified it. Because of her irritability, she stepped on Dolohov several times to tell him to stop screaming and calm down.
"Quiet! Dolohov, the Dark Lord will thank you for your service."
The mad witch looked at the mist, smiled with satisfaction, and began to wave her wand, carrying the bloody mist.
As the tip of the wand was turned, the smoke began to drift slowly into the darkness.
They stood still, turned off the [Luminescent Curse], and fell into darkness.
Apart from the short or long breaths of each other, only the Death Eater Dolohov groaned and writhed in pain on the ground.
Even if these Death Eaters heard other Death Eaters passing by not far away, they didn't even pay attention to the McGuffins when they passed by. They just stayed here, as if they were waiting for something.
In this darkness, Harry felt that time passed very slowly, and he didn't know how long it had passed.
A familiar feeling began to come from the front.
It was icy cold, the chill pierced through the skin, and shivered all the way to the heart, as if something was trying to suck his soul...
Harry was submerged in the cold, the coldness surged in his ears, and the darkness in front of him attacked endlessly.
Weakness began to take over his body.
— Dementors.
Even if Harry didn't see it, he knew very well that the monster was coming to him.
He subconsciously wanted to cast the [Guardian Charm], but he found nothing, and then remembered that the wand had been taken away by the Death Eaters in front of him.
Yes, [Occlumency]!
Harry immediately thought of this magic taught by Snape.
He exhaled hard, exhaled the cold air that was about to condense in his chest, and then inhaled slowly.
Trying to empty my mind, strip away my feelings, and bury those painful memories deep down.
Gradually, in the distance, those terrible screams, painful pleadings, and terrifying laughter in the depths of my mind slowly subsided...and turned into a calm.
But a hoarse and evil voice that left a deep imprint in the depths of his mind rang in his ears.
"Harry Potter!"
The voice was extremely sharp, as if it was about to cut Harry's eardrums.
Harry opened his eyes.
A monster in a black robe was floating in front of his eyes, surrounded by a layer of white mist.
Dementors?
No, that's not—
Although the feeling is the same, it is the same as extracting his soul little by little,
The bone-chilling, heart-piercing feeling was constantly eroding his body,
But Harry could find that the monster in front of him was more terrifying, more evil, and very familiar.
That is--
"Harry Potter!" said the whisper again.
"Volde-mort!"
Harry bellowed the name in disgust.
The three Death Eaters next to him trembled immediately after hearing this address, and they bowed their backs, not daring to raise their heads.
Even Bellatrix was trembling, and Dolohov, who had managed to stand up, almost fell to his knees, but it was thanks to Trevor who was next to him who grabbed him, but even so, the guy's trembling was almost as obvious as the engine of an old tricycle.
"That's right! Two years later, we finally meet again!" hissed Voldemort softly from under the dementor's black robe.
The scar on Harry's forehead began to ache sharply.
Resisting his weakness and pain, he asked, "You...how could you...appear here!"
"Yes, yes! I can't think of it either..."
"I thought I would have to endure a period of hardship and downfall before I could come back, but I didn't expect that my 'work' would bring me unexpected joy even though it was out of my control..."
"These dementors he stimulated actually betrayed the Ministry of Magic and completely surrendered to me! Relying on them monsters with only evil wills, I am finally free..."
"Of course, I'm not fully alive yet. But it's much better than the last time we met, when there were only shadows and steam that could only attach to other people's bodies..."
"Although I have now lost the ability to cast most of the magic, but relying on my past experiments, I have regained another completely different kind of evil magic power, which is enough to reconvene my most loyal servants..."
Hearing this, Bellatrix's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Of course, what I long for the most is you...Only you can bring me back to life perfectly, and bring me back to boundless magic power...or go one step further..."
Voldemort laughed shrilly, and raised the hood of his black robe.
The sound was like an ice pick piercing Harry's heart, making his eyes go black.
But Harry still mustered up the courage to persevere, staring at the monster, looking at his 'appearance' under the hood...
He took a deep breath.
What the hell is—? ?
There is nothing under the black robe.
Empty!
Not even the scorched black scabbed body of a dementor that exudes the smell of rotting corpses, nor is it some possessed black wizard...
Two red dots that could not be called eyes,
Or it could be said to be red mist-like, fluorescent fuzzy round spots floating up and down in the black robe.
If you look carefully under the black robe, there are black, red and white mist gases flowing back and forth, disturbing each other.
The black robe trembled without wind, making a rustling sound.
What the hell?
Harry felt as if his throat was being choked, and he couldn't breathe. The scar on his forehead seemed to be split open, and the burning sensation made the painful memory roll out continuously.
He froze and couldn't move.
But after the black-robed monster, or Voldemort's two red eyes flashed suddenly, 'he' also let out a muffled grunt and almost drifted back for a long distance.
Harry finally confirmed this time—
There was really nothing under the black robe, only the white mist and the black-red mist that was drawn from the Death Eater's head just now.
"Master!" Bellatrix exclaimed, very eagerly.
"--Humph!"
"I'm not that weak!"
Amidst Voldemort's cold snort, Lester shuddered and quickly stepped back, continuing to bend down and dare not make a sound.
"Occlumency!"
A hoarse voice sounded.
"It seems that Dumbledore has finally taught you something useful! Harry!"
"However, he is still stupid. Now he... probably is studying the [Endless Labyrinth] that I deliberately released with that idiot Fudge..."
"Apart from Dumbledore's little trick this time, that troublesome Muggle lunatic is no longer by your side..."
Staring into Harry's eyes, Voldemort's hollow voice continued to emanate from the black robe.
"I know, I know he's here...I can feel his magic power that is gradually decaying, stepping into darkness, and crazily moving in the tunnel...He's here, of course...But, I'm not in a hurry..."
Harry stared at Voldemort, worried for the MacGuffin.
Voldemort may have seen this, he said,
"Harry, don't worry, after I'm fully revived, I'll send him to reunite with you. Of course, I'll take out his blood, the work I'm proud of—everything is left as the first step in the beginning of my wizard army..."
"Okay, time is running out, let's catch up on the past for a while!"
Voldemort said hoarsely, the red eyes under the black robe flickered slightly, looking extremely terrifying.
(End of this chapter)
"Turn left ahead, we have already passed the fork on the right!"
Hermione could barely make out the way out under [Luminescent Curse], and whispered to McGuffin them.
After taking a deep breath, she wanted to ask McGuffin why he turned around and made such a maze.
If it wasn't for looking for him, their group wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
But as soon as Hermione stood up, she swayed. Her body was so weak that she couldn't even stand upright. It was only with Fred's support that she didn't fall to the ground.
In fact, she also knew that the Death Eaters had been following closely, and it was very likely that they would stop them all halfway.
Under the circumstances at that time, McGuffin's choice was the best choice. According to the strength he just showed, in fact, one person is very likely to drag the Death Eaters into this underground labyrinth.
And they would be foolish not to go directly to the principal to teach them what they were doing.
but!Who would have thought that after only two steps back, there would be no sign of McGuffin, and then the road back would turn into multiple road blocks, and it would be discovered by the Death Eaters, who would wipe them all out in one go.
After thinking about it, the question that was originally asked turned around in Hermione's mouth, and after she said it again, it still turned into worrying that Harry's whereabouts were still unknown.
"McGuffin, is Harry all right?"
"It's all right! You've also heard that, for some reason, these guys want Harry to be intact. Compared to him...you are in a more dangerous situation."
"Okay, that's enough, stop talking!"
McGuffin ended the topic with some irritability, "We are not out of danger yet, I must get you back to Hogwarts as soon as possible, so you can tell the professors what happened here, and I will go down and drag them...until Harry is rescued."
Thinking of the Wormtail in his pocket, the perfect plan that died before it even started, and the [Blood Curse] that was eroding him more and more, McGuffin couldn't restrain his negative emotions.
After taking a few deep breaths and barely calming down, McGuffin led everyone to move on.
……
Harry followed Bellatrix in silence, walking in silence.
The only Death Eaters in front of him now were her, and the one named Trevor, and the weak-faced torturer named Dolohov.
It was he who broke Ron.
Harry couldn't stop gloating in his heart, of course he knew what kind of environment was in that sphere, having personally experienced it.
After the 'Rafflesia flower' last semester and the 'terrorist attack' that Ron made, he has some immunity to this environment.
And this guy's sense of smell seems to be too sensitive, he was fainted by the smoke in the iron ball, and he is still dizzy until now, trembling and unable to walk.
"McGuffin! Where did you get so many Rafflesia pollen products... I have to say, it's really great."
Harry was delighted to think of the ordeal Ron and Hermione had endured.
"What are you laughing at? Damn... vomit..."
Under the illumination of the [Luminescent Curse], Antonin Dolohov saw Harry's expression of trying to suppress a smile at once, and he immediately became very annoyed.
However, apparently facing Harry, the Death Eater could only yell sternly and dare not make a move at all.
Harry also saw through this, and became more unscrupulous in the face of these Death Eaters. Anyway, up to now, these guys have only caught him alone, and even the rest of the Death Eaters cannot be found.
They've been wandering around here.
(During the dark attack, Harry was held tightly by the wrist by Bellatrix, unable to separate at all, and the two of them were sucked into a small ball together, which is why he did not escape this situation.)
"Damn dirty, dirty Mudblood, after I find you, I will tear your body into pieces and torture and curse your soul with black magic..."
Bellatrix cursed the MacGuffin, and once again she led the crowd to a dead end.
"Lester...can you know the way..." Dolohov was very dissatisfied.
Looking at the dirt wall in front of her, Bellatrix was so angry that she couldn't even hold her wand firmly.
"I can't let the master down anymore, I can't..."
Bellatrix muttered to herself, she stopped in front of the wall and walked back and forth like crazy, her original face became extremely ferocious and distorted under the faint [Luminescence Curse].
Black lips, fangs caused by the deformation and erosion of teeth by black magic, dark circles under the eyes, messy hair, extremely hideous face, crazy eyes, just like those old witches in Muggle legends.
She stared uncertainly at Antonin Dolokhov, who had been swearing and swearing in front of her, as she had led her astray.
Apparently the self-defeating guy didn't notice this.
Dolokhov was restrained by Bellatrix when he was out of reach——
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
"—Ah!—Ah!"
"What are you doing, you b—"
He rolled back and forth curled up on the ground, swearing feebly, cursing Bellatrix, and swearing.
"Dolokhov...Look at your current appearance. You are so weak that you can't even lift your wand. Before you lose face...let's make some contributions to the master's plan!"
Bellatrix stood before Dolohov, sneering.
She yelled for Trevor to keep an eye on Harry.
Then he squatted down and held Andonin Dolokhov down.
He put his wand on his temple and yanked it viciously. While the Death Eater was screaming in pain, the tip of his wand was pulled out a thin, blood-black fluorescent mist.
Harry watched the scene tremblingly.
These guys—even their companions are treated like this.
"Come on, Dolohov... The Dark Lord doesn't like losers!" Bellatrix shrieked grimly.
"-- Cruciatus!"
"Burning flames!"
Harry figured it out.
The Death Eater was torturing his companion crazily. The Unforgivable Curse wasn't enough. She even summoned a flame to burn Dolokhov's fingers who fell to the ground.
One after another, they turned into charred black, making a sizzling sound, and a smell of barbecue permeated the end of the tunnel, which could not go away for a long time.
Harry smelled the smell, and watched the Death Eater's fingers gradually blackened and peeled off during the 'burning' and torture, revealing the white bones...
He couldn't help but began to feel chills all over his body, retching again and again, and almost vomited out.
And the other Death Eater just watched this kind of behavior coldly, without the slightest intention to stop it.
As if it's a matter of course, once someone becomes weak, it should be treated this way.
After three or four rounds of torment, Bellatrix finally pulled out five or six wisps of the bloody mist from Dolohov's head.
She wrapped it around the tip of her wand and carefully identified it. Because of her irritability, she stepped on Dolohov several times to tell him to stop screaming and calm down.
"Quiet! Dolohov, the Dark Lord will thank you for your service."
The mad witch looked at the mist, smiled with satisfaction, and began to wave her wand, carrying the bloody mist.
As the tip of the wand was turned, the smoke began to drift slowly into the darkness.
They stood still, turned off the [Luminescent Curse], and fell into darkness.
Apart from the short or long breaths of each other, only the Death Eater Dolohov groaned and writhed in pain on the ground.
Even if these Death Eaters heard other Death Eaters passing by not far away, they didn't even pay attention to the McGuffins when they passed by. They just stayed here, as if they were waiting for something.
In this darkness, Harry felt that time passed very slowly, and he didn't know how long it had passed.
A familiar feeling began to come from the front.
It was icy cold, the chill pierced through the skin, and shivered all the way to the heart, as if something was trying to suck his soul...
Harry was submerged in the cold, the coldness surged in his ears, and the darkness in front of him attacked endlessly.
Weakness began to take over his body.
— Dementors.
Even if Harry didn't see it, he knew very well that the monster was coming to him.
He subconsciously wanted to cast the [Guardian Charm], but he found nothing, and then remembered that the wand had been taken away by the Death Eaters in front of him.
Yes, [Occlumency]!
Harry immediately thought of this magic taught by Snape.
He exhaled hard, exhaled the cold air that was about to condense in his chest, and then inhaled slowly.
Trying to empty my mind, strip away my feelings, and bury those painful memories deep down.
Gradually, in the distance, those terrible screams, painful pleadings, and terrifying laughter in the depths of my mind slowly subsided...and turned into a calm.
But a hoarse and evil voice that left a deep imprint in the depths of his mind rang in his ears.
"Harry Potter!"
The voice was extremely sharp, as if it was about to cut Harry's eardrums.
Harry opened his eyes.
A monster in a black robe was floating in front of his eyes, surrounded by a layer of white mist.
Dementors?
No, that's not—
Although the feeling is the same, it is the same as extracting his soul little by little,
The bone-chilling, heart-piercing feeling was constantly eroding his body,
But Harry could find that the monster in front of him was more terrifying, more evil, and very familiar.
That is--
"Harry Potter!" said the whisper again.
"Volde-mort!"
Harry bellowed the name in disgust.
The three Death Eaters next to him trembled immediately after hearing this address, and they bowed their backs, not daring to raise their heads.
Even Bellatrix was trembling, and Dolohov, who had managed to stand up, almost fell to his knees, but it was thanks to Trevor who was next to him who grabbed him, but even so, the guy's trembling was almost as obvious as the engine of an old tricycle.
"That's right! Two years later, we finally meet again!" hissed Voldemort softly from under the dementor's black robe.
The scar on Harry's forehead began to ache sharply.
Resisting his weakness and pain, he asked, "You...how could you...appear here!"
"Yes, yes! I can't think of it either..."
"I thought I would have to endure a period of hardship and downfall before I could come back, but I didn't expect that my 'work' would bring me unexpected joy even though it was out of my control..."
"These dementors he stimulated actually betrayed the Ministry of Magic and completely surrendered to me! Relying on them monsters with only evil wills, I am finally free..."
"Of course, I'm not fully alive yet. But it's much better than the last time we met, when there were only shadows and steam that could only attach to other people's bodies..."
"Although I have now lost the ability to cast most of the magic, but relying on my past experiments, I have regained another completely different kind of evil magic power, which is enough to reconvene my most loyal servants..."
Hearing this, Bellatrix's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Of course, what I long for the most is you...Only you can bring me back to life perfectly, and bring me back to boundless magic power...or go one step further..."
Voldemort laughed shrilly, and raised the hood of his black robe.
The sound was like an ice pick piercing Harry's heart, making his eyes go black.
But Harry still mustered up the courage to persevere, staring at the monster, looking at his 'appearance' under the hood...
He took a deep breath.
What the hell is—? ?
There is nothing under the black robe.
Empty!
Not even the scorched black scabbed body of a dementor that exudes the smell of rotting corpses, nor is it some possessed black wizard...
Two red dots that could not be called eyes,
Or it could be said to be red mist-like, fluorescent fuzzy round spots floating up and down in the black robe.
If you look carefully under the black robe, there are black, red and white mist gases flowing back and forth, disturbing each other.
The black robe trembled without wind, making a rustling sound.
What the hell?
Harry felt as if his throat was being choked, and he couldn't breathe. The scar on his forehead seemed to be split open, and the burning sensation made the painful memory roll out continuously.
He froze and couldn't move.
But after the black-robed monster, or Voldemort's two red eyes flashed suddenly, 'he' also let out a muffled grunt and almost drifted back for a long distance.
Harry finally confirmed this time—
There was really nothing under the black robe, only the white mist and the black-red mist that was drawn from the Death Eater's head just now.
"Master!" Bellatrix exclaimed, very eagerly.
"--Humph!"
"I'm not that weak!"
Amidst Voldemort's cold snort, Lester shuddered and quickly stepped back, continuing to bend down and dare not make a sound.
"Occlumency!"
A hoarse voice sounded.
"It seems that Dumbledore has finally taught you something useful! Harry!"
"However, he is still stupid. Now he... probably is studying the [Endless Labyrinth] that I deliberately released with that idiot Fudge..."
"Apart from Dumbledore's little trick this time, that troublesome Muggle lunatic is no longer by your side..."
Staring into Harry's eyes, Voldemort's hollow voice continued to emanate from the black robe.
"I know, I know he's here...I can feel his magic power that is gradually decaying, stepping into darkness, and crazily moving in the tunnel...He's here, of course...But, I'm not in a hurry..."
Harry stared at Voldemort, worried for the MacGuffin.
Voldemort may have seen this, he said,
"Harry, don't worry, after I'm fully revived, I'll send him to reunite with you. Of course, I'll take out his blood, the work I'm proud of—everything is left as the first step in the beginning of my wizard army..."
"Okay, time is running out, let's catch up on the past for a while!"
Voldemort said hoarsely, the red eyes under the black robe flickered slightly, looking extremely terrifying.
(End of this chapter)
