Chapter 626 Returning the Property to Its Original Owner, Almost Got Cheated (1/2)

Chapter 626 Returning the property to its original owner, almost being tricked

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were running wildly in the woods, the trees around them were retreating rapidly, and several spells were coming from behind almost every second.

The three people's brains were blank, and the only thing they could think of at this time was "escape".

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

Maybe they would be hit by the spell if they paused for a while, or turned around.

Bang!

Ron was entangled by a chain and fell heavily to the ground.

Harry noticed this scene and was anxious.

His situation was also very bad, and several Death Eaters behind him were getting closer and closer to him.

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

"Run! Run again!"

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

But before he could act, the wand flew up and was caught by a Death Eater.

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

Bang!

With a gunshot, the Death Eater who had relaxed his vigilance because of the wand was seized was shot out, and several other Death Eaters immediately hid behind the trees.

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

But he also knew that he would not be able to escape if nothing unexpected happened. The power of the "Snake Devourer" was not bad, but it was also very consuming.

In this case, he could not fully exert the power of this gun, and the bullets he fired were only slightly stronger than the spell he released.

More importantly, he had less than six bullets left, and he would be miserable if he used them all, and there were at least three people chasing him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Harry fought and fled, and the sound of gunfire rang out in the woods.

The three Death Eaters chasing him seemed to realize that he had limited ammunition, and they chased him more and more vigorously.

After a while, he was forced into a depression.

He ran out of bullets, but there was still a pursuer behind him.

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

Hermione ran over in a hurry, and without waiting for Harry to speak, she pointed her wand at his face.

Harry groaned and fell to the ground in pain.

He could feel that his face had undergone a huge change, swelling rapidly, and the range of his eyes became narrower and narrower, almost only a slit was left.

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

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

"It's too late, they are already here." Hermione's voice was crying, she glanced around, and black figures surrounded her from all directions.

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

"There's still a chance, there's still a chance." Harry frantically took out a reddish-brown demon mask from his bag, "I really don't want to use this thing, but it seems there's no better way now."

Snap!

Harry put the mask on his swollen face, and the edge of the mask fit perfectly with his face.

"Roar!"

Harry let out a hoarse roar like a wounded beast.

For the first time, he experienced the feeling of wearing this mask. His physical fitness increased exponentially, as if he had endless strength, and even the wounds 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 as long as he wants.

The next moment, black figures emerged from the ground or the shadows and guarded around Harry.

The number of summoned shadow ninjas was not large, less than thirty, but it gave Harry a glimmer of hope.

"Come on!"

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow ninjas immediately rushed towards the Death Eaters who surrounded them.

This scene scared the Death Eaters, but they were the search team after all, so they reacted quickly and fought back neatly.

During the period of wanton arrests, they had seen all kinds of scenes, werewolves transformed, vampires showed their fangs, dangerous magical animals ran rampant, and some people even raised several giant monsters.

Summoning the shadow ninjas did catch them off guard, but compared with those, this was not unacceptable.

"Take advantage of now, leave quickly." Harry reminded in a low voice.

"What about you?"

"Voldemort doesn't seem to be in the UK, and my life will not be in danger before he comes back."

"Hold on first, I will find a way to notify others to save you." Hermione did not hesitate. She knew very well that staying would only sacrifice in vain, and rushing out could also pass on the news to the Order of the Phoenix.

Under the bombardment of the Death Eaters' spells, 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 tore a hole in the encirclement.

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

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

But he was happy for only three seconds, and he heard Hermione scream.

"Ah!"

Hermione was thrown in front of him, and several Dementors came roaring from the sky.

As they approached, the grass on the ground dried and froze, and the cold and chilly breath made people feel like falling into an ice cave, which also made Harry feel desperate.

......

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

Scabior frowned slightly, "Why are there only a few of you? Where are the others?"

"You have to ask him about this." A Death Eater punched Harry in the stomach, and then threw a black revolver and a reddish-brown devil mask on the ground.

"This guy is not very capable, but he has many 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 was just stung." Harry muttered, "A strange little bug, I can't even name it."

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

"We can't tell, anyway, it's very weird."

"Alchemical props." 'Gandalf' said with a strange look.

"You know?"

"The advantage of living a long life is that you know some knowledge that others don't know." 'Gandalf' said seriously, "These things are consumables. Even in the depths of Knockturn Alley, few people will trade them."

As if to verify 'Gandalf's' words, the revolver and the Nega mask turned into smoke and dissipated in front of everyone.

"Disappeared?" A Death Eater said 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 returning the property to its original owner."

He bought the Nega mask in the system mall, and he has absolute control over it and can take it back to the system space at any time.

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

"It's normal to disappear. I've already said they're consumables." 'Gandalf' said, "But these two items are very valuable. People without a good family background can't afford them."

"So we caught someone of status!" Greyback smiled playfully, "Ugly freak, what's your name?"

"Dudley." Harry gave his cousin's name without hesitation. He didn't think these people would know Dudley, the Muggle.

"Full name?"

"Vernon Dudley."

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

"Better watch your words. This is my granddaughter-in-law." 'Gandalf' glared at him unhappily.

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

"Clearia Clearwater, half-blood."

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

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

"Stan Shunpike!"

Bang!

Ron was hit hard, and a Death Eater snorted, "Do you think I don't know him? I saw him imprisoned in Azkaban with my own eyes.

I'll give you another chance, tell the truth."

"Weasley." Ron said incoherently, "Buddy Weasley."

"That's right, red hair is the most obvious feature of Weasley." Greyback said sarcastically, "You are not a mudblood, nor a half-blood, but you are a pure-blood traitor."

"There is no Vernon Dudley on the list, Greyback."

"That's interesting, Vernon?" Greyback leaned close to Harry's ear, "Your name is not on the list, it seems that you are not the person we want to catch!

Either you are a pureblood? Or you are lying.

Which house did you go to at Hogwarts?"

"Slytherin." Harry said directly.

"Many people say so." Greyback pointed to a place not far away where two Death Eaters were escorting a boy and a goblin. "This Mudblood said he was from Slytherin, but he didn't even know where the common room was."

"Dean?" Harry looked at him in astonishment. This was a classmate of his from the same dormitory, and he didn't expect them to meet under such circumstances.

Dean's eyes widened. Harry's face changed, but his voice didn't.

Moreover, Hermione and Ron were also here. If he still couldn't guess the identity of 'Vernon Dudley', then he was mentally ill.

"Do you know him? It seems that he is indeed from Hogwarts, but which college he is from is still unknown..."

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

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

After a short silence, Greyback thought, "It seems that we really caught a little Slytherin. There are almost no mudbloods in Slytherin.

Who is your father? Where does he work?"

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

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

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

Harry:......

So lucky? He didn't take the Felicity Potion!

"It seems that this is what we got today." Greyback said, "A mudblood, a goblin, three truants, and an old man."

"Speak with respect." Moen said coldly, and 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 won't care about others, but if you dare to be disrespectful, this is your fate."

"Got it." Greyback nodded nervously, and his body trembled unconsciously. He didn't think Moen was joking.

"Check their things and wands, and take them to the Ministry of Magic to claim the reward." Greyback suppressed his fear, "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. Although he didn't have much 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 at least hundreds of Galleons.

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

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

At this time, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in the scar on his forehead. He seemed to see a tall black building, and Voldemort was gradually approaching it. He couldn't suppress his 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 exposing his identity.

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

Scabior looked at the photo on it and walked up to Hermione in surprise, "Hermione Granger, a Mudblood suspected to be traveling with Harry Potter.

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

"Moyns, 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 tell us what to do."

"Humph!" Moyns sneered, "Even if she is a Mudblood, I want to protect her, and the Dark Lord will give me a face.

Besides, the Death Eaters all know that Hermione Granger is involved in an important contract. Even if she is caught, she must be acquitted after her identity is confirmed."

"Why don't I know?"

"This is something that only the core Death Eaters are qualified to know. You are obviously not among them."

Greyback:......