[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

At first, the situation looked salvageable.Hermione cast a Stinging Curse on Harry so no one recognized him as Harry Potter.

That werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, frowned, looked at Harry and the others earnestly for a while, then questioned them hastily, and was about to let Harry and the others go, perfunctorily making Harry and the others suspicious. In fact, Greyback was cast with the Imperius Curse by Moody.

"Let them go like that?" asked a Death Eater in surprise.

Not only him, but all the Death Eaters were very dissatisfied with Greyback's decision. They complained under their cloaks, and they all thought that the three of them Harry were suspicious.

"Who's in charge here?" Greyback roared, pointing at Harry, "The boy just described what the Slytherin lounge looks like! Don't you think the Slytherin lounge is a public place? Can Gryffindors come in if they want?"

"..." Harry and Hermione's eyes wandered for a moment.

"Then we should at least send him to the Ministry!" said the Death Eater.

"Stop talking nonsense, Scarbio." Greyback sneered, "What benefits can we get? Maybe their parents still have a high official position in the Ministry of Magic, and you think they will be grateful to you by then ?”

The man named Scabio hesitated.

"So I say, just—" Greyback waved his hand impatiently, turning away from Harry.

Although it was a little unexpected, would Harry and the others criticize the Death Eaters for their ineffectiveness at this time?They secretly looked at each other in surprise, and for a moment they had the illusion that they were lucky today.

But an illusion is still an illusion.

"Greyback, look at this! Daily Prophet!"

Greyback paused for a moment, his face darkened, and he still walked over.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other again, feeling uneasy.

"'Hermione Granger.'" Greyback read the newspaper line slowly. "'Mudblood known to have traveled with Harry Potter.'"

Hermione froze, then trembled violently.

"She looks a little like this chick, doesn't she?" Scabio said.

"No! That's not me!" screamed Hermione, covering her mouth.

Greyback looked at Hermione, then at the Daily Prophet, but he couldn't seem to open his eyes and tell the nonsense that Hermione was completely different from the one in the newspaper.

"I found the glasses in the tent!" Another searcher came over.

Even Greyback couldn't help it now. Although he was the leader of the group, he couldn't fight a whole search team alone, and he didn't have the Dark Mark.

"So, we go to the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Fuck the Ministry of Magic!" Greyback yelled. "If this man is Potter, do you think those people will give us the credit for catching him?"

"Then what shall we do?" Scabio was a little impatient.

"..." Greyback frowned.

If Bellatrix Lestrange wasn't at Malfoy Manor, it would be the best place to be.They are all their own people, and they will not arouse suspicion from others.

But that woman was there.

"Send them to Malfoy Manor." A voice familiar to Harry and the others suddenly came, and a man slowly came out from behind the tree.

"Einzbern?" Scabio looked at him in surprise, "What are you doing here? Isn't it time for a shift change?" His voice was very vigilant, as if he was afraid that Harry and the others would be killed by Einzbern As if snatched away.

"The shift change time has been temporarily advanced." Hessman glanced at him and explained casually.

"Why don't I know?" Scabio asked displeased.

"Heh, do you need to know anything?" Hirschman asked arrogantly, "Okay, I'm not interested in taking credit for catching Potter with you, so you can go to Malfoy Manor to get your gold. ’ he said in a contemptuous tone.

"Tch, as if I'm so noble." Scarbio spat in a low voice, but when he raised his head and met Hessman's half-smiling eyes, he faltered at once.

"Okay, let's go!" Greyback roared again, "There are 20 Galleons in total! Anyone who doesn't want it can stay here!" After finishing speaking, he walked over and grabbed Harry's hair , the fingernails almost dug into Harry's scalp.

Harry struggled a few times in vain, and then gave up after finding it completely useless.He glanced back at Hirschman before being squeezed into the air.

Is that Einzbern?Something is wrong.

They were brought to Malfoy Manor by apparation. Facing the forbidding wrought iron gate, Harry couldn't help swallowing nervously. Ron was not much better than him.

But none of them were as excited as Hermione, who was looking at the door with a very complicated expression, looking like she wanted to cry and laugh, while Harry and Ron did nothing but give her a reassuring look that she didn't even notice no.

They were relentlessly pushed and kicked into the foyer, where a couple with the same long blond hair looked at them with the same arrogant expression,

"What's going on?" Lucius asked in his trademark languid tone.

"We caught Harry Potter." Greyback replied, without the pride and swagger that Harry and the others thought they should have.

"Oh, so it's... wait a minute!" Lucius and Narcissa opened their eyes wide at the same time, "You caught Potter?"

"..." Why are you so surprised?Hermione and Ron looked at each other in confusion.

Here's Lucius and Greyback's eye contact -

Lucius: Damn, why are you scratching Pote? !

Greyback: Just hit it, meant to let them go!In the end, I don't know who pretended to be wearing a newspaper!

Lucius: No, isn't Flamel with them?You were able to bring Pot and the others back?

Greyback: I've been waiting for her to cast a stunning spell on us!But no!I don't know where she went!

Lucius: ...Damn it! ... No, keep it classy!

Greyback: Now what?

Lucius: Who do I ask, you ask?But appearances have to be done.

"Draco, come here." Although ten thousand mud horses roared past in his heart, Lucius still made an extremely high (qian) proud (zou) expression, and showed a hint of excitement just right.

Draco came out of the shadow upstairs, looked down at Harry and Hermione condescendingly, and then walked down slowly step by step.

The Death Eaters smacked their lips impatiently, and Narcissa glared at them several times.

"Well, Draco?" Lucius asked. "Is that Harry Potter?"

"I don't know." Draco frowned and looked carefully at Harry's pig-like face at the moment, "Although Potter doesn't look very good, I don't think he's so ugly. Unless he's on the run It was disfigured at the time, tsk, it’s so miserable.”

"..." Harry gritted his teeth secretly.

"Then let's not notify the Dark Lord yet." Narcissa said at the right time, "If you make a mistake, think about Roel and Dolohov."

Naturally, Greyback did not raise any objections, but the other search team members were not satisfied with the result.

"So, what about this Mudblood?" Scabio pushed Hermione under the chandelier again without giving up, "She looks exactly like the one named Granger in the newspaper, look, Master Malfoy, this is Greg Ranger?"

The air almost froze for a moment, and Hermione was dragged to Draco's feet, her hair was disheveled, her whole body was shaking, and her eyes were full of water.

Draco stared at Hermione in silence for a while, then slowly knelt down, brushed the hair out of Hermione's eyes, and looked at her.

Hermione held her breath, forgetting that she was a prisoner in a trance, and her eyes were full of reflections of Draco's gray-blue eyes staring at her calmly.

For a moment, Harry and Ron almost thought Draco would gently lift Hermione up.

"How? Is she Granger?" Scarbio asked nervously.

"I don't know." Draco stood up, took out a towel and wiped his hands, "I don't remember seeing her."

"What? She's Granger! You must know her! You..."

"What's wrong with us?" Draco looked at him coldly.

"You...you are in the same grade." Scabio said without confidence.

"I'm obliged to remember every Mudblood in my age?" Draco sneered, "I don't know her, you think she is Granger, that's right."

Scarbio didn't have the guts to say for certain that this was Granger after all, and stopped talking.

Harry and Ron felt that luck was waving to them once more.

Then ignored them and walked past them.

"What's the matter? What happened, Sissy?" A woman came out from the further living room, and her voice made everyone present tense.

Bellatrix looked at Harry and the three of them, and her eyes finally stopped on Hermione.

"Ouch," she said softly, "isn't this the Mudblood girl? Isn't this Granger?"

Draco's face paled.

"So, this is—" She looked at Harry, "Potter?"

"I think so, ma'am!" Scabio said excitedly.

"Then we should notify the Dark Lord immediately!" Bellatrix rolled up her sleeves excitedly, and everyone's heart was in their throats.

"Wait a minute, Bella!" Lucius tried to stop her, "This is my home, I should call him, I have the right to—"

"You have rights?" Bellatrix sneered and shook off Lucius. "You have no rights now, Lucius! Get your hands off!"

The scene was chaotic, and Narcissa looked at her husband and sister worriedly, at a loss.

At this time when everyone is highly nervous, just the sound of the door opening is enough to make their hearts tremble.

"I, I was sent by Snape to fetch things." Peter Pettigrew - Peter Pettigrew stood timidly at the door, his two eyes that were always frightened and restless like mice were dripping. Watching this farce, "I didn't come at the right time, did I?"

how come?It's just about time!

Malfoy and Greyback almost cheered.

The author has something to say: Rose Weasley[/img]

Lazy Persimmon: Recently, some readers reported that you are constantly dying. Do you have anything to say about this, Mr. Porter?

Harry: No, I didn't write this chapter

Lazy Persimmon Pancake: Can I ask why you keep dying?

Harry: There is no need to die for a reason. This has always been a fine tradition of Gryffindor.And the standard of success in killing is to see if you can successfully anger a Slytherin...

Lazy Persimmon Pancake: Okay, I understand, then, let's invite Miss Flamel who has been waiting outside the venue.

Harry: ...Wait!What are you talking about? ! ! !

Lazy Persimmon Pancake: I accidentally killed myself again, Mr. Porter (laughs)