[SSHP] End of life

"Turn around to me!" Hermione whispered. "Our protection spells will last for a while!" At the same moment, Ron took the Deluminator out of his pocket and fired it.Their lights went out.

Harry looked around for his two companions, but could only see vague shapes in the dark.The sound was getting closer. There were many people walking around their tents, and the snow was crunching.He suddenly remembered his small dragon skin bag, and while rushing towards the table, he growled, "Everyone come to me—"

He didn't grasp the distance well in the darkness, and his belly hit the corner of the table.The pain made him bend over, but his hand was still moving.He quickly took out the vial that Snape had given him, poured the potion into three portions, and put each into a hair.In the dark, he couldn't see what color the bubbling potions had turned into. "Drink it!" he urged, grabbing one and gulping it down. Ron was asking "what's this?" Hermione looked very reluctant, but they all decided to believe him.Harry's body changed rapidly, and he quickly took off his glasses - but he didn't grow particularly tall, nor did he become particularly fat.The same goes for his friends.Rather, they've all grown petite, about Hermione's original height.Three little skinny guys of about the same height.

"One last spell—they're there!" someone shouted from outside the tent.Harry looked towards the door of the tent, and he realized that Hermione's wand was not aimed at the outside at all, but at his face.With a loud bang and a flash of white light, he bent down in pain, unable to see anything.The cold air surrounded him, and he knew their tent had been blown away.He could feel his face swell rapidly under his palms as the heavy footsteps gradually surrounded him.

"Get up, little bastard."

Somebody's hand yanked Harry roughly off the ground, and before he could stop someone had rummaged through his pockets and taken his wand.Harry covered his face in excruciating pain, feeling that the face under his fingers was unrecognizable and uneven, as if he had suffered from severe skin allergies and his face had rotted away due to the allergies.

His eyes were so swollen that he could barely see anything.But he knew the moon was bright tonight—he hadn't been out of the tent since evening.The snow reflected silver light.Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of his two friends wrestling with several people, and the other was staggering as he was dragged by a tall man.

"Search their tent--even though it flew to the bottom!" A brutish voice croaked, "Drag that little bitch here! Ouch--it's a poor man--or do we bother Is it a good thing for you? She is actually wearing a man's clothes!"

The man holding Harry let out an eerily familiar laugh: "Boy, which of these two is your girlfriend? Or both?" Harry's heart sank: it was Fenry Earl Greyback.A werewolf who became a Death Eater by cruelly breaking through the bloodline set by Voldemort.He muttered, "Neither of them."

"Yeah, yeah. But that doesn't stop you from fucking them." Greyback pushed him to the ground, kicked him to flip him onto his back, and with a bang, the girl Ron had become was thrown on top of him. around.Greyback raised his wand, and a beam of light shone directly into Harry's face.Harry turned his head to avoid the harsh light, and he noticed that Ron's hair was still red.

Hermione was thrown beside them, and someone was turning over their tent and kicking over their chairs and tables.

"What's the matter with you—say your name, ugly boy!"

"Dudley," answered Harry vaguely, "I've come across poisonous poisons, and they can sting in winter."

"Yeah, it looks like that," came another voice.

"Full name!" growled Greyback.

"Dudley Cattermole."

"Check the list, Scarbio," said Greyback, and Harry heard him move aside and look down at Ron again. "And you, little bitch?"

"Mafalda Sampak," Ron replied.He sounded very displeased with being called "little bitch".

"Liar!" said the man named Scarbio. "We know Mafalda Sampaque, she is about to be judged!"

He kicked Ron hard.

"I say - I say!" screamed Ron, "I'm Bu - Potty! Potty Weasley!"

"Last name Weasley? It seems that wearing men's clothes proves not only that you are a little bitch, but also that you are really a poor man." Greyback said harshly, and someone laughed from behind, "Weasley—then Even if you're not a Muggle, you have something to do with the Blood Betrayer. I'll show you... Finally, your pretty little girlfriend..." The salivation in his voice made Harry's muscles shudder.

"Relax, Greyback," said Scarbio.There was a burst of laughter.

"Oh, I don't want to bite her just yet. Let's see if she remembers her name faster than Miss Potty, little girl?"

Ron let out a grunt.I don't know if it was because of the "little girl" or because he realized how terrible Greyback was.

"Penelope Clearwater," said Hermione.Her voice sounded terrified but convincing.

"Then what is your bloodline?"

"Half-blood," said Hermione.

"We'll check it out right away," Scarbio said, "but you're not old enough to look like you're still in school."

"We're leaving school," said Ron.

"Yeah, little bitch?" Greyback said. "You decided to go camping? To roll in a ball with this ugly bastard who couldn't fight poison—what the hell—? And you Still think you can make a joke with the Dark Lord's name?"

Ron struggled a bit, his voice full of protest: "It was an accident!"

"Accident?" More people laughed.

"You know someone who used to like to use the name of the Dark Lord, Weasley?" Greyback snarled. "A member of the Order of the Phoenix! Do you have anything to do with them?"

"No!" said Harry, trying to recall the behavior of the Death Eaters during the few mind-links, "We're trying to show respect—" he said, feeling his stomach go cold and sinking , "We want to follow him, to follow—Lord Voldemort!"

"Who allowed you to—"

"That's how we say his name!" Harry roared.He could feel Hermione stiffening in surprise beside him, and Ron's breathing becoming heavy.But he didn't feel at all that he said something he shouldn't have said - he just wanted to get his friends out safely.

"This name has become taboo! You are not allowed to call him that - you have no respect for the Dark Lord!" Scarbio screamed furiously, "That's how a handful of Order members are tracked down! We will find out what your purpose is! Bind them with the other two prisoners!"

Someone jerked Harry by the hair and lifted him off the ground, dragged him a short distance, then pushed him to the ground again and began tying him back to back with the others.Harry could still only see through the tiny slit left by his swollen eyelids.After the man who had tied them up at the end walked away, Harry asked the other prisoners in a low voice.

"Anyone still have a wand?"

"No." Two strange voices came from his side.

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

"Harry?"

A new but familiar voice came.It came from directly behind Harry, strapped to Hermione - maybe the one to Ron's left.

"Dean?"

"God! It's you! If they find out they've got anyone—they're a search party, walking around every day looking for fugitives, and selling them for gold."

"Not a bad night," Greyback said, and a pair of hobnailed boots came up to Harry, and they heard more banging behind them. "A Muggle, a runaway goblin and these truants. Have you checked their names on the list, Scabio?" he roared.

"Just checked. No Dudley Cattermole, Greyback."

"Interesting," said Greyback. "That's interesting."

He crouched down beside Harry, who saw an ugly face.The werewolf was clearly not young, with brown fangs and a festering mouth.His gray hair was dull and he wore a shaggy beard.Greyback smelled the same way Harry had smelled from the top of the Astronomy Tower, where Dumbledore had died: a pungent mixture of dirt, sweat and blood.

"So you're not wanted, Dudley? Is your name off the list, or is it on the list, but not by that name? Which Hogwarts house are you in?"

"Slytherin," Harry replied.

"Funny, they all think we want to hear that answer." Scarbio cast a malicious look from the darkness, "but none of them can tell us where the Slytherin common room is."

"In the dungeon," Harry replied quickly and surely, "you go through that wall, and it's full of skulls and ingredients, and it's at the bottom of a lake, so the light is green."

There was a brief pause.

"Well, well. Looks like we did catch a little Slytherin," said Scarbio. "That's good for you, Cattermole, because there aren't many Slytherins like you—you Who is your father?"

"He works for the Ministry of Magic." Harry lied.He knew that even a small investigation would unravel his whole story, but on the other hand, there was only so much he could do.He needed to do his best to keep them as they were, free from the abuse of a single spell, until he figured out a way to escape the group.

"Magical Maintenance Service," he added.

"Greyback," said Scarbio, "I think there's a Cattermole in there."

Harry could barely breathe.How lucky he was--these people didn't know the little cowering Cattermole.But can he continue this luck and bring everyone out of here safely?

"Is that so?" said Greyback, and Harry could hear the slightest tremor in that relentless voice, and he guessed that Greyback was wondering if he had just attacked and insulted the son of a Ministry official.

"If you're telling the truth, boy, you don't have to be afraid to take a trip to the Ministry of Magic with us. Your father will pay us a fortune for bringing you back to safety, not everyone They're all as talkative as we are."

"We didn't run away without permission!" said Harry, his mouth dry. "If you just let us—"

"Hey!" a voice called from behind them. "Look at this! Greyback!"

A black figure hurried towards them.The tips of their wands were all glowing, and Harry saw a silvery flicker.Apparently they've found Gryffindor's sword.

"It's a beautiful sword," said Greyback appreciatively, taking it from his companion. "It's very fine indeed. It looks like it was made by goblins. Where did you get such a thing?"

"It belonged to my father," continued Harry, hoping the night would keep Greyback from seeing the name engraved on the underside of the sword hilt. "It was beautiful, so we borrowed it to chop wood—"

"And this." Another person came out, tossing the ancient rune dictionary up and down in his hand, "it has the seal of the Hogwarts Great Library on it. It seems that these three brats are indeed Hogg Watts students."

But Greyback was clearly more interested in the sword.Harry watched with horror as he raised his sword to the moon.He can't let his friends compromise here, it's too easy to expose his lies.He needs to be calm.

clam down.Shut your mouth, shut your brain.Think about what he should say and do most now.

"I told you a long time ago that we belong to Slytherin house. If you send us back to school." Harry said coldly, imitating Malfoy and lifting his chin, "I will ask my father to give you one A lot of money. But if you make us uncomfortable or try to hide us, then you have to think about the consequences. My father is the man's right hand man."

Ron gasped beside him.He whispered, "Snape's there! He'll—"

enough.Harry said in his mind.Hold back your surprise—these words represent not only an insult to him, but a painful compromise.He knelt and surrendered in front of his enemies, not for the sake of surviving, but for the safety of everyone.He almost felt that his soul was cracked because of these words.

But he couldn't let Ron ruin all his efforts.

"Take them to Hogwarts," said Greyback. "Snape's there. Maybe we can make him identify—"

"No, Greyback! I say no," said a voice he had never heard before, coldly. "Snape is a greedy coward. He will hold these little ones and pretend he caught them."

"Then take them to Malfoy Manor!" growled Greyback, trying to hide that he wasn't the boss here. You can save them up and take them there together!"

Harry couldn't help shaking himself now.Luna - Luna is being held at Malfoy Manor.It had been several weeks since they had left Xenophilius, and Luna had been taken away before that.He couldn't imagine how Luna would be treated.

"Malfoy? That's a good place." The indifferent voice said, with a tone full of disdain and faint envy, "They don't care about these mouths. You only need to feed them a small piece of black bread a day."

Some people came over, grabbed the rope roughly, and pulled several people up.They apparated.When he landed again, Harry was exhausted and fell to his knees, his knees hitting the gravel, the pain blinding his eyes.The others were also staggered a few steps because they strung together with him.

After the excruciating pain had passed, Harry stood up, pulling him up with one hand by his hair. "If you're really a young Slytherin... maybe the Malfoys will have to spend more on medicine."

The author has something to say: In fact, I especially want to say that there are so many words in the double update today, the reason is that I have time or I am in a good mood.But it's really not, I must admit that the reason for the double update is not other, only one.I'd love to hear Ron called a little bitch so badly.Oops I'm so bad, lol.

Two female hairs and one male hair, it would be fun if the genders happened to be reversed.it's a pity.