Chapter 626 The property returned to its original owner, but he was almost deceived (1/2)

Chapter 626: The property returned to its original owner, but he was almost deceived

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were racing all the way through the woods. The trees around them were retreating rapidly, and several spells would hit them from behind almost every second.

The minds of the three of them were all blank, and all they could think of at this time was the word 'escape'.

As for counterattack, they really don't have that ability.

You might pause for a moment, or turn around and you'll be hit by a spell.

boom!

Ron was caught in a chain and fell heavily to the ground.

Harry noticed this and became distraught.

He was also in a very bad situation, with several Death Eaters behind him getting closer and closer to him.

A bright blue light suddenly fell at his feet. Harry stumbled and fell to the ground, and the wand in his hand flew several meters away.

"Run! Run again!"

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and Harry ignored the pain in his body and crawled towards Aaron's wand.

But before he could take action, the wand flew up and was caught in the hand of a Death Eater.

Harry gritted his teeth, stood up, and quickly pulled out a black spinner from his bag.

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, the Death Eaters who had relaxed their vigilance because they had seized the wand were sent flying. Several other Death Eaters immediately hid behind trees upon seeing this.

Harry got a brief respite and struggled to fight for a chance of survival with the gun in his hand.

But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to escape unless something unexpected happened. The power of 'Snake Eater' was not bad, but it was also very expensive to use.

In this case, it was impossible for him to fully utilize the power of this gun, and the bullets fired were only slightly stronger than the magic spell he released.

What's more important is that he only has less than six bullets left, and he will be miserable after the fight, and there are at least three people chasing him.

boom! boom! boom!

Harry was fighting and running away, and gunshots rang out in the forest.

The three Death Eaters chasing him seemed to realize that his ammunition was limited, and they pursued him more and more vigorously.

After a while, he was forced into a depression.

The bullets were all gone, but there was still a pursuer behind him.

At this moment, a bright light suddenly shot out from the side, knocking the Death Eater unconscious.

Hermione hurried over and pointed her wand at Harry's face before he could speak.

Harry groaned and fell to the ground in pain.

He could feel that his face had undergone tremendous changes. It was rapidly becoming swollen, and the range that his eyes could see was getting narrower and narrower, leaving almost only a slit.

"Sorry." Hermione said in panic, "I can only do this. This curse won't last long."

"It doesn't matter." Harry said weakly, "You might still be able to try to escape."

"It's too late, they're already here." Hermione's voice was filled with tears. She glanced around, and black figures surrounded her from all directions.

"There are almost eight or nine of them. We can't escape."

"There is still a chance, there is still a chance." Harry hurriedly dug out a reddish-brown evil ghost mask from his bag, "I really don't want to use this thing, but now it seems there is no better way."

Snapped!

Harry fastened the mask onto his swollen face, the edges of the mask fitting perfectly onto his face.

"Roar!"

Harry roared hoarsely like a wounded animal.

For the first time, he experienced the feeling of wearing this mask. His physical fitness doubled, as if he had endless strength, and even the injuries on his body seemed to be healed.

But these are not the point. The point is that he can feel a dark power that he can summon at any time if he wants.

The next moment, black figures emerged from the ground or shadows, guarding Harry.

The number of summoned black shadow ninjas was small, less than thirty, but it gave Harry a glimmer of hope.

"Fuck me!"

As soon as the words fell, the shadow ninjas immediately rushed towards the Death Eaters surrounding them.

This scene shocked the Death Eaters, but they were a search team after all and quickly reacted and counterattacked swiftly.

During this time of arresting people unscrupulously, they had never seen anything like werewolves transforming, vampires showing their fangs, dangerous magical animals running rampant, and some people even raised a few giant monsters.

Summoning the Black Shadow Ninja did catch them off guard, but compared with those, it was not unacceptable.

"Go now," Harry reminded in a low voice.

"how about you?"

"Voldemort seems not to be in England, and my life is not in danger until he comes back."

"You hold on, I'll find a way to notify others to save you." Hermione didn't hesitate. She knew very well that staying here would only be a waste of sacrifice, and rushing out could still deliver a message to the Order of the Phoenix.

Under the bombardment of the Death Eaters' curse, the number of shadow ninjas decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, but their greatest advantage was that they were not afraid of death or pain, and they forcibly tore a hole in the encirclement.

Seeing Hermione break out of the encirclement, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Hermione can rush out, they still have hope, and he can be regarded as worthy of the equipment provided by Aaron.

But he was happy for only three seconds before he heard Hermione's scream.

"ah!"

Hermione was thrown in front of him, and several dementors roared from the sky.

As they approached, the grass on the ground dried up and froze, and the cold and cold atmosphere made people feel like falling into an ice cave, and Harry couldn't help but feel desperate.

...

A few minutes later, the six Death Eaters took Harry, Ron, and Hermione back to the previous place.

Scabior frowned slightly, "Why are there just you, where are the others?"

"You have to ask him about that." A Death Eater punched Harry in the stomach, and then dropped a black revolver and a red-brown demon mask on the ground.

“This guy doesn’t have much ability, but he has a lot of tricks.

Three were seriously injured, two were slightly injured, and two were sent to St. Mungo's. "

Scabior was stunned and looked at Harry in disbelief, but the face that was more swollen than a bun made him smack his lips in disgust.

"It's so ugly. I've never seen anyone so ugly."

"I just got stung," Harry muttered. "A weird little bug, I can't even name it."

"Forget it, let's ask again later!" Scabior waved his hand, then looked at the gun and mask on the ground, "What is this?"

"We can't tell, it's just weird."

"Alchemy tools." 'Gandalf' said with a strange expression.

"you know?"

"The advantage of living a long time is knowing some knowledge that others don't know." 'Gandalf' said seriously, "These things are all consumables, and even in the depths of Knockturn Alley, few people would trade them. "

As if to verify what 'Gandalf' said, the revolver and the Nigga mask turned into smoke and dissipated in full view of everyone.

"Disappeared?" A Death Eater asked in surprise.

'Gandalf' silently checked the two extra props in his space magic circle, and sneered in his heart: "What do you mean by disappearing? This is clearly the return of the items to their original owners."

He purchased the Nijia Mask in the system mall. He has absolute control over it and can take back the system space at any time.

Although the 'Snake Eater' was not purchased from the mall, the last step for Ancestor Alger to create it was the blood sacrifice, and he could also take it back into the space magic circle with his own blood.

"It's normal to disappear. They are considered consumables." 'Gandalf' said eloquently, "However, both of these props are very valuable, and people with little financial background can't really afford to use them."

"So we have captured a person with identity!" Greyback showed a playful smile, "Ugly guy, what's his name?"

"Dudley." Harry said his eldest cousin's name without thinking. He didn't think these people would know the Muggle Dudley.

"full name?"

"Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list, Scabior," Greyback said, then looked at Hermione, "What about you, little girl?"

"You'd better be careful what you say, this is my granddaughter-in-law." 'Gandalf' glared at him displeased.

"Okay! Okay!" Greyback waved his hand impatiently, "Pretty lady, can you tell me your name?"

"Clea Clearwater, half-blood."

"Don't embarrass her." Moens said calmly, "This is my promise."

Greyback gritted his teeth and walked up to Ron, "What about you, Red Hair?"

"Stan Sampac!"

boom!

Ron received a heavy punch, and a Death Eater snorted: "Do you think I don't know him? I saw him imprisoned in Azkaban with my own eyes.

Give you another chance and tell the truth. "

"Weasley." Ron slurred, "Buddy Weasley."

"That's right, red hair is Weasley's most obvious feature." Greyback said sarcastically, "You are not a mudblood or a mixed-blood, but you are a pure-blood traitor."

"There's no Vernon Dudley on the list, Greyback."

"This is interesting, Vernon?" Greyback leaned into Harry's ear, "Your name is not on the list, it seems you are not the person we want to arrest!

Or are you a pureblood? Either you lied.

Which Hogwarts house did you attend? "

"Slytherin." Harry said directly.

"Many people say so." Greyback pointed not far away, where two Death Eaters came over escorting a boy and an elf. "This Mudblood said he was from Slytherin, but he couldn't even I don’t know where the common room is.”

"Dean?" Harry looked at him in surprise. He and he were classmates in the same dormitory. He didn't expect that they would meet under such circumstances.

Dean also opened his eyes wide, and Harry's face changed, but his voice remained the same.

What's more, Hermione and Ron are also here. If he can't guess the identity of 'Vernon Dudley', there is something wrong with his brain.

"Do you know him? It does seem to be from Hogwarts, but which college it is specifically..."

"Slytherin's common room is in the dungeon. You have to go through a damp stone door to enter. Because it is at the bottom of a lake, the light is green, and you can see giant squids."

The Death Eaters around felt baffled when they heard Harry accurately describe the characteristics of the Slytherin common room.

After a brief silence, Greyback said thoughtfully, "It seems we have really caught a little Slytherin. There are almost no Mudbloods in Slytherin.

Who is your father? Where to work? "

"James Dudley, in the Department of Accidents and Disasters, Ministry of Magic." Harry panicked uncontrollably. What he said was full of loopholes, and he didn't believe it himself.

But it doesn't matter, he can be anyone as long as it's not Harry Potter.

"Greyback, he doesn't look like he's lying. There is indeed a man named Dudley in the ministry." Scabior said, "Maybe he's just a rebellious child!"

Harry:......

So lucky? He didn’t take the blessing elixir either!

"It seems that this is today's harvest." Greyback said, "A mudblood, a goblin, three truants, and a bad old man."

"Speak with respect." Moens said coldly, then stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the woods on one side.

boom!

A dark purple energy bomb shot out from his palm, blowing a giant tree into pieces.

"I don't care about others, but if you dare to be disrespectful, this will be your fate."

"Got it." Greyback nodded nervously, his body trembling unconsciously. He didn't think Moens was joking.

"Check their belongings and wands, and take them to the Ministry of Magic to receive the reward." Greyback suppressed the fear in his heart, "Ugly, I guess your father will thank us for sending you back."

"Look at this." A Death Eater excitedly held a sword, "Look what I found?"

Greyback stared at the sword closely. Although he had little knowledge, he could guess that the value of this sword was definitely not low, especially the ruby ​​on the hilt, which could be sold for hundreds of galleons at least.

"It looks like it was made by goblins. Where did you get it?"

"My father's." Harry said nervously. He now only hoped that the Death Eaters had misjudged the value of this sword, otherwise they would suffer heavy losses even if they escaped.

At this moment, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain from the scar on his forehead. He seemed to see a tall black building, and Voldemort was gradually approaching it, and he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart.

He had a splitting headache, but he didn't dare to reveal any flaws at the moment. He could only grit his teeth and persist, not letting himself lose consciousness, otherwise talking in his sleep would be no different from revealing his identity.

"Scabio, I seem to have made a major discovery here." A Death Eater handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Scabior glanced at the photo above and walked up to Hermione in surprise, "Hermione Granger is the Mudblood suspected of traveling with Harry Potter.

Girl, the person in this photo looks a lot like you! "

"Mones, how do you explain this?" Greyback said playfully.

"I'm not interested in her identity, but you can't touch her."

"Don't go too far. The search team is led by Crouch. You have no right to dictate to us."

"Hmph!" Moens sneered, "Even if she is a Mudblood, if I want to protect her, the Dark Lord will still give me face.

Moreover, all Death Eaters knew that Hermione Granger was involved in an important contract. Even if she was caught, she would be released without charge after her identity was confirmed. "

"I do not know how?"

"This is something that only the Death Eaters at the core level are qualified to know, and you are obviously not among them."

Greyback: ...