The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

After separating from Tom, Hermione quickly caught up with the Weasley family's retreating team and went into the woods together. After entering the woods, everyone stopped involuntarily and turned to look back. But in their view, the situation has been deteriorating, and there is no hope at all.

Hermione's heart was filled with a haze.

It was the first time I took my parents to attend a magical event, and we encountered this kind of parade that was hostile to Muggles. What can I say? I'm afraid that after tonight, my parents' impression of the wizarding world will be extremely bad, right? Hermione was pessimistic.

How is Tom doing now? Hermione's mind couldn't help but drift to her boyfriend. He should be fighting with the marchers now, right?

Hermione admired Tom's courage, she knew Tom was a hero, but she wished Tom was by her side now.

Hoping that her Patronus could protect him, Hermione prayed to everything she could think of for Tom's safe return.

All the small lanterns on the original road leading to the stadium have been extinguished. The whole forest is dark, and there are people everywhere who are panicking like headless flies. The cries of children and the shouts of adults fill the night sky. echoing in the air, making people feel anxious.

Hermione felt like she was being pushed around and gradually lost touch with Harry, Ron and others in front of her. Fortunately, she was following closely behind her parents.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if her parents, who didn't know magic, were separated at this juncture.

George, who was following Hermione, suddenly stamped his foot on the ground, followed by a somewhat familiar scream.

"Draco, when you put your hoof on the road, don't blame others for stepping on it." George said coldly.

Seeing what had happened, Hermione and the Grangers stopped.

"Luciferase!" Hermione cast a lighting spell, illuminating the narrow path, and then she saw a familiar face.

It's Draco Malfoy.

At this time, he was leaning against a tree, his whole face was wrinkled, and it was obvious that George's foot was very hard.

Malfoy took several breaths of cold air before he recovered. He stared at George and Hermione fiercely for a while, but finally did not dare to delve into the matter of stepping on their feet.

"If I were you, I would seize the time to escape. It would be great fun if you guys were discovered." Malfoy pouted at Hermione, and then pointed in the direction of the chaotic camp: "What they are looking for is Muggles, and there are exactly three of them here. Granger, do you like to show your underpants in public?"

"Hermione is a witch!" George said angrily.

Malfoy shrugged, "May Merlin bless you for wearing underpants."

"I will convey this to Yoder." George snorted coldly, indicating that Malfoy's good days will still be long!

George's words were quite intimidating, and Malfoy suddenly felt guilty.

"I also meant to remind you, but you don't take it seriously. By the way, why didn't I see Yoder?"

"Tom is much stronger than you," Hermione suddenly said, saying in rapid succession: "He is in the camp now. Just wait, he will catch those masked monsters together with the people from the Ministry of Magic. Then rip off their balaclavas – the faces underneath those masks must be really interesting!”

While several people were arguing fiercely, a sudden red light interrupted their talk. It was obviously dark at this time, but suddenly half of the sky was dyed red, and a dazzling red line lit up in the distance, as if there was a fire dragon hovering on the horizon.

"I said, it looks like it's quite 'hot' in the camp! Speaking of barbecue, do you prefer medium rare or medium rare? Well done is too old." Malfoy showed a sarcastic smile.

While Hermione and the others were staring at the sky illuminated by fire, Harry was encountering the biggest crisis in his life.

He and his good friend Ron kept running with their heads down until Ron suddenly slipped and fell to the side of the road.

"Ron, are you okay?" Harry supported his friend, but Ron seemed to have hit something and fell unconscious.

At this moment, a black rope suddenly flew out from the bushes nearby, wrapped around Harry's ankle, and dragged him roughly into the bushes.

"Help—" Harry wanted to attract the attention of the people around him by shouting, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the black rope strangled his mouth, causing his cry for help to get stuck in his throat.

It was pitch dark all around, and in such a chaotic and noisy environment, who could have discovered that he had been kidnapped?

The man who tied Harry with the rope obviously didn't care much about Harry's condition. He let Harry's body drag on the muddy ground, and stones, branches, and weeds brushed against his face, making him very nervous. Embarrassed. Harry felt that there were at least two cuts on his face, there was dirt in his hair, and he didn't know where his glasses were thrown.

Harry felt himself being dragged for some distance by the black rope, gradually veering off the path and deeper into the woods. The noisy human voices became farther and farther away from him, gradually becoming inaudible, and the surroundings fell into silence.

By this time, Harry had calmed down. He began to think about who kidnapped him and what was his purpose? He first ruled out the option of seeking wealth - because he did not reveal his wealth along the way, and his expenses were within the normal range. If Lu Fu was kidnapped, then Tom should have been kidnapped first!

After eliminating this option, the results are obvious. Those who kidnapped him were the remnants of Voldemort, the companions of those marching guys! They first created a huge momentum through the parade to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Weasley, and then followed them all the way, looking for opportunities to abduct themselves. As for their purpose... it must be to avenge Voldemort.

Just when Harry thought he had deduced the truth, the man holding Harry by the rope stopped. Harry tried to raise his head and looked around, and found that he was taken to a tree.

The rope tightened suddenly, tying Harry to the tree. Sadly, due to the dark moon and high wind, Harry could not clearly see the face of his kidnapper.

At this time, the sky in the distance suddenly turned red. Through this red light, Harry could clearly see the appearance of the person who kidnapped him: light yellow hair and some freckles on his face.

Harry tried hard to remember the appearance of the kidnapper.

At this time, the man pulled out a long, thin, shining silver dagger from his cloak, approached Harry, and muttered something: "The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can make your enemies... resurrection!"

When Harry heard this, he suddenly realized something. He struggled desperately, but the rope was tied too tightly and he could not move at all. He felt the dagger pierce his arm, and blood gurgled out and flowed into a glass bottle.

After filling a bottle of blood, the freckled man showed a somewhat sinister smile and disappeared with a pop.

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