MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 219 Festival

Stunning spell. His comrades roared, and Scabio drew his wand.

"What do you think you're playing, girl?"

"Pass out," she screamed, "pass out!"

The people of the manhunt team were no match for her at all, even though they were four against her. Harry knew she was a witch with strong spells and a ruthless heart. The others fell in place, only Greyback was on his knees with his arms outstretched. Out of the corner of Harry's eye, Bellatrix charged towards the werewolf, her face pale with the Gryffindor sword clenched in her hand.

"Where did you get this sword?" she whispered to Greyback, taking the wand from his feeble hand.

"How can you?" he growled, forced to look up at her, leaving only his mouth to move. He bared his fangs and said, "Let go of me, girls!"

"Where did you get this sword?" she asked again, waving it in front of him, "Snape sent it to my vault at Gringotts! "

"In their tent," said Greyback gruffly, "let me go, do you hear me!"

She waved her wand and the werewolf jumped up, but seemed wary and didn't dare to approach her. He went behind an armchair and grabbed the back with his dirty, crooked fingernails.

"Draco, get this scum out of the way," Bellatrix said, pointing to the comatose raiders, "If you don't have the guts to kill them, give me first Throw them in the yard."

"How dare you talk to Draco like that—" Narcissa was furious, but Bellatrix screamed, "Quiet! It's more serious than you think, West. Akane! We're in big trouble!"

She stood up, panting softly, looking down at the sword, studying the hilt, then turned to look at the silent prisoners.

"If he's really Potter, he mustn't be hurt," she muttered, more to herself, "The Dark Lord wants to kill Potter himself...if he finds out...I must ...I have to know..."

She turned to her sister again.

"The prisoner must be put in the dungeon first, and I'll figure out what to do!"

"This is my home, Bella, you can't give orders like this—"

"Hurry up! You have no idea how dangerous we are!" Bellatrix screamed: she looked terrifying and mad, a thin flame leaping out of her wand , burned a hole in the carpet.

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then said to the werewolf, "Take these prisoners to the dungeon, Greyback."

"Wait a minute," Bellatrix said sharply, "except...except this Mudblood."

Greyback snorted with satisfaction.

"No!" Ron yelled, "You can leave me, leave me!"

Bellatrix punched him in the face, and the sound of the blow echoed through the room.

"If she dies in interrogation, you'll be next," Bellatrix said. "On my blacklist, under the Mudbloods are pure-blood traitors. Greyback , take them down, watch them. But don't touch them—for now."

She pulled to the center of the room. Greyback led the other prisoners slowly to another door and into a dark corridor. His wand was raised in front of him, sending out an invisible, irresistible force.

In a corner where no one noticed, a small silver Patronus slipped out of Malfoy Manor. Harry swears he saw the little animal's tail, but Death Eaters can't use Patronus Charms?

The Patronus ran and slipped into Grimmauld Place through the small window of the attic.

"We got Potter." The boy's voice trembled.

The white-bearded old man, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out an item that should not be in this house the most - a chocolate frog picture.

After looking at him for a moment, Dumbledore snapped his fingers.

"Dobby, I beg you to come to your old master's house—Harry Potter needs your help."

"Will she give me some of that chick after her interrogation?" Greyback snorted softly, driving them down the corridor, "I said I'd take a bite or two. Yes, what do you think, red hair?"

Harry could feel Ron shaking. They were escorted down an extremely steep flight of stairs, still strapped back to back, with the risk of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. Below is a heavy door. Greyback tapped his wand, opened the door, and ushered them into a damp, moldy room that was pitch dark inside. Before the echoes of the door slamming shut had completely disappeared, a terrifying, drawn-out scream came from directly above.

"Hermione!" Ron roared, writhing desperately trying to break free of the ropes that bound them together, pulling Harry staggering, "Hermione!"

"Quiet!" said Harry. "Be quiet, Ron, we need to find a way to—"

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"We need a plan, stop shouting—have to untie the rope—"

"Harry?" A whisper came from the darkness, "Ron? Is that you?"

Ron stopped screaming. There seemed to be something moving around, and Harry saw a shadow approaching.

"Harry? Ron?"

"Luna?"

"Yes, it's me! Oh no, I don't want you to be caught!"

"Luna, can you help us untie the rope?" Harry said.

"Oh, I think so...we have an old nail we can use to cut things...wait a minute..."

Hermione upstairs was screaming again, and they heard Bellatrix screaming too, but couldn't hear what she was saying because Ron shouted again: " Hermione! Hermione!"

"Mr. Ollivander?" Harry heard Luna say, "Mr. Ollivander, is the nail there for you? Could you move it a little... I think it's next to the kettle …”

After a few seconds, she came back.

"You don't move," she said.

Harry could feel her poking at the strong rope, trying to fray the knots. Bellatrix's voice came from upstairs.

"I ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?"

"What we picked up—found it—please!" Hermione screamed again. Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty nail slid down Harry's wrist.

"Ron, please don't move!" Luna whispered, "I can't see—"

"My pocket!" said Ron. "In my pocket, there's the deluminator, and it's got a lot of lights in it!"

Seconds later, with a click, the orb of light sucked by the deluminator from the tent flew into the dungeon. Since the original light source could not be found, they just hung there, like little suns, illuminating the basement. Harry saw Luna, whose pale face seemed to have only a pair of eyes, and the figure of Ollivander, the wand maker, curled motionless on the floor in the corner. Harry turned his head to look around and saw the other fellow prisoners: Dean and Griphook the goblin. Griphook was about to faint, only because he was tied to someone else he didn't fall down.

"Oh, that's a lot easier, thank you, Ron," Luna said, working on the knot, "Hello, Dean!"

Bellatrix's voice came from above.

"You're lying, filthy Mudblood, I know! You've been to my Gringotts vault! Be honest, be honest!"

Another terrifying scream—

"Hermione!"

"What else did you take? What else did you take? Be honest, or I swear I'll stab you with this knife!"

"Okay!"

Harry felt the rope fall, rubbed his wrist and turned to see Ron running around the dungeon, looking up at the low ceiling, hoping to find a trapdoor. Dean, bruised and bloodied, said "thank you" to Luna and stood shaking. Griphook slumped to the ground, seemingly dizzy and unclear, his dark face was full of scars.

Ron is trying to Apparate without a wand.

"No way out, Ron." Luna said, watching his fruitless efforts, "There's no escape from this dungeon. I tried it at first. Mr. Ollivander is here. It's been a long time, he's tried everything."

Hermione screamed again, like a knife stabbing Harry. He could barely feel the sharp sting of the scar, and he began to run around the dungeon, blindly touching the walls, knowing in his heart that it would be useless.

"What else did you take, what else? Answer me! Goug out the bone!"

Hermione's screams echoed upstairs, Ron slammed his fist against the wall, choking, and Harry, in desperation, grabbed the leather bag Hagrid gave him and groped inside , took out the Snitch that Dumbledore had given him, and shook it, hoping that something would happen - nothing happened. He waved his broken phoenix tail-feather wand, but it was lifeless—the picture of the chocolate frog glittered on the ground, and he saw the brightest blue light—

Dumbledore's eyes were watching him through the half-moon glasses, more real than ever.

"Save us!" he shouted desperately, "We're in the dungeon at Malfoy Manor, save us!"

The bust of Dumbledore flashed and disappeared.

Harry wasn't even sure he saw him. Upstairs, Hermione's scream was even more tragic, and Ron roared beside him: "Hermione! Hermione!"

"How did you break into my vault?" they heard Bellatrix