Chapter 1058: Cruciatus Curse

Snape stared at Harry. His expression was puzzling. Harry couldn't tell if he understood, but he didn't dare to make it clearer in front of this woman. "

I have no idea. Snape said coldly. "Potter, if you want to mess with me, I will give you a caterpillar job." Also, hold your hands loosely. You once applied for a job in the library, and I'm afraid I had to give you some references to remind you that it was going to be a lot of tedious paperwork. "

"I have to remind you, Severus..." Tafur didn't seem to mind, "You should know how to choose, help..."

"No need to worry about it, Krasis. If you have time, I think you should come and sit with me. Or, I can help you prepare some potions you need."

Snape turned around and walked out, then without looking at them, he slammed the door with his back turned, leaving Harry in even greater chaos than before: Snape was his last hope. Especially when Hermione expressed doubts about what he said.

He stood facing Tarfur, who seemed to feel the same way; her chest heaved with anger and frustration.

"Excellent," she said, drawing her wand. "Excellent, I have no choice. This is an incident outside of school rules. It is a ministry security incident. Yes, yes. "She seemed to be talking to herself. She stared at Harry, breathing heavily, tapping her wand into her free hand from time to time.

When he saw her like this, Harry felt helpless without his wand.

"You forced me, Potter. I didn't want to," Tarfur said, shifting uncomfortably on the ground. "But there are circumstances where this is the right thing to do. I'm sure the Ministry will understand. I'm There is no choice.”

Malfoy had a longing expression on his face, and he looked at her intently.

"The Cruciatus Curse should make you speak," Tafur said quietly.

"No!" Ginny screamed, "That's against the law!"

But Tafur paid no attention. Harry had never seen such a look of disgust, desire and excitement on her face before.

She raised her wand. "The Minister won't let you break the law, Professor Tafur!" Ginny shouted loudly.

"Connelly won't know about this." Tafur said calmly, not caring at all about what he was about to do. She was currently panting slightly and raising her wand to touch the different parts of Harry's body. He pointed at the parts in turn, obviously trying to decide where the damage would be the most, "It's like he never knew it was Umbridge who sent the dementors that Potter sent last summer, but he was still very happy to have such a dementor." An opportunity to fire him. In fact, even if he was kept in the dark, Connelly was still willing to accept it..."

"It's Umbridge!" Harry gasped, "So, you are also involved, are you following me?"

"Oh, I think the old woman still can't control the dementors... many of them haven't taken action." Tafur said silently, when her wand stopped straight in the direction of Harry's forehead, " They all told you what you did - suspected you - but I was the only one who did anything about it. But you managed to get away with it, didn't you, Harry? But not today."

She took a deep breath and shouted, "Crucia-"

"No, you can't do this..." Ron shouted, as if trying to break away from the Slytherin behind him, but this was destined to be in vain. In an instant, the heartbreaking pain made Harry twist violently.

With almost no resistance, Harry fell directly to the ground, his head collided with the corner of the table, and blood immediately left his forehead.

"Tell me, Harry, your plan, who you met, where..." Tafur said slowly, as if he was deliberately prolonging the time that Harry was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

"I don't think you will like this taste." Tafur's eyes flashed with a perverted light. Obviously, Tafel was very satisfied with this.

"Don't you see that Harry is in so much pain that he can't even speak!" Ron yelled angrily. Even the vicious Death Eaters would pause for a moment when using the Cruciatus Curse to extract a confession. He replied, but the woman at the moment didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and was just minding her own use of magic.

"Tell me, Potter, if you don't speak clearly, how can I know if you have really surrendered..."

"Let Harry go, old woman..." Ginny roared.

Tafur's face turned aside, and with a flick of his wand, Ginny bent over in pain as if she had been hit by something.

"Take them to the dungeon, I will interrogate them one by one later." Tafur said with a gloomy face, letting Harry fall to the ground in pain.

"Then Professor, if anyone else..."

"You should know what to say, Draco." Tafur said, gently tapping Draco's head with his slender fingers, which made the latter blush in embarrassment, "Move your head, Draco, I think Lucius will also feel that this is more in line with your identity, Draco."

"He's a bug!" said Ron.

"What are you? Shit?" Tafur said. "Fire red, really disgusting. It seems like the Weasleys are always bad in some way, at least when it comes to coloring."

A harmonious laugh suddenly broke out in the room. Obviously, the Slytherins present were very satisfied with Tuffell's ridicule.

Weasley is the shame of pure-blood nobles. This view has been confirmed both in this generation and in the previous generation. What's more, the Weasley family is with a madman and a megalomaniac.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, please lock these people in the dungeon for me. If possible, you can also send some people to help me watch them. These people are Harry Potter's accomplices. The Ministry of Magic will not let them go easily. Naturally, the Ministry of Magic will not lose the part of the reward that belongs to you."

Obviously, everyone present was very happy with Tuffell's promise. Ron was still struggling, and Neville, while Luna followed the others out with a calm face.

There was no difference between being in the dungeon and being in Taver. If possible, Luna felt more comfortable in the dungeon. At least no one would hold her wrists tightly, which made Luna feel terrible. (To be continued)