MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 214 203. Gold Cup and Impulse

"Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, and a style that never gets damaged." - David Copperfield"

"You seem to be in a good mood, Professor Dumbledore." Sylvia often visited Dumbledore at the secret base recently.

First of all, her overhead Auror position gave her a lot of free time, and secondly, she was looking forward to the day when she arrived in a dusty way to see the great wizard standing by the bed and telling herself , he can go see everyone.

As I said before, Dumbledore is more and more like an ordinary old man.

"You said, Grindelwald escaped?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"That's the reality." Sylvia nodded.

"Have you thought about how to give everyone an explanation?" Dumbledore blinked, "And how can you give me an explanation? I wasted a lot of effort trying to catch him in. , and now there is a lot of rumors about me outside." He said, looking a little pitiful.

"I discussed with Leonie, and when they took Grindelwald, they created the illusion that he was dead. He is dead now." Sylvia couldn't help but feel a little funny . Telling Dumbledore that Grindelwald is a "dead man" is like scolding your **** ex-boyfriends with your sisters.

"And I'm sure I won't ignore you!" She added, "No one wants to leave you a mess! When these things are over, I'll post an article. The article, let everyone see what I think."

"Who else would dare to do this but you?" asked Dumbledore.

"Sounds like I'm going to be taught a lesson, doesn't it?" Sylvia said cautiously.

"Why?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically, looking at her with interest.

"Well...that's the Dark Lord who is terrifying." Sylvia shrugged, "And even if his saint wants to pick him up, it doesn't matter to me, right? I It's like..."

"Aid the evil?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Makes me look like a well-hidden dark wizard!" Sylvia laughed too.

"You are right." Dumbledore continued, "I have to wonder if all of this is one of your schemes? Taking advantage of the chaos in England, is to seize real power. a good time, isn't it?"

"I admit that there is an element of selfishness in this." Sylvia said truthfully, "I do think some of Grindelwald's points, from the perspective of the wizard, are very positive. Meaningful. Especially in the face of our stupid Ministry of Magic!" She said in a lower voice, "I understand the truth of winning and losing, and I know why he **** for life...but I am I feel almost…”

"Do you know how I feel?" said Dumbledore sharply, "I always feel that you are very active in wanting us to meet again."

"Yes." Sylvia admitted generously, "You are the most wise and courageous wizards I know. I am curious about your mental journey, and I look forward to... You'll all know something new after the wash of age."

She clapped her hands and added: "And I don't think he is the kind of guy who takes advantage of others! If he hadn't conquered the world with dignity, he wouldn't be proud of it. "She blinked unnaturally when Dumbledore didn't speak. "Otherwise I'd look down on him."

"His greatest ability is to make people look up to him." Dumbledore closed his eyes, "You're right, the current situation in England will just not look good enough for him."

"I also think he will despise our mysterious man." Sylvia nodded frequently.

"Tom is still too young." Dumbledore just thought, "By the way, you must have read the legend of the three brothers?"

"The Deathly Hallows." Sylvia said hastily.

"Do you believe that to be true?"

"Um...let it be."

"Oh?"

"Don't look at my professor like that! I'm the kind of person who believes in fairy tales even if I live to your age!"

The old and the young were all immersed in laughter.

"It's true." Dumbledore said, "You know the Invisibility Cloak. The Potters are descendants of the Peverells. Harry's Invisibility Cloak is the legendary one. "

"The resurrection stone?" Sylvia listened carefully.

"As the legend goes, it can't really bring people back to life." Dumbledore said, somewhat regretfully.

"But... it can save Harry, right?" Sylvia's excited heart made her speak out, although it was not a big problem.

"You're very smart, Searle." Dumbledore smiled contentedly.

"Harry is Mystery Man's Horcrux, if he is killed, Mystery Man's soul will die." Sylvia said quickly, "He is not complete death."

"And the legendary invincible Elder Wand." Dumbledore nodded slowly, "I left it in the grave."

"Oh. I really forgot about that." Sylvia's eyes widened slightly.

"Tom will try to find it." Dumbledore said thoroughly, "But he can't be the master of the Elder Wand. The Elder Wand has no real power in his hands."

"I always feel that you have calculated everything after your death is too... wonderful." Sylvia said with admiration.

"I'm worried that one day I won't be able to wake up." Dumbledore smiled wearily, "I thought about telling you this, maybe it's good."

"How could you? Norman said you're recovering well!" Sylvia stood up abruptly.

Dumbledore just shook his head: "Maybe it's just getting older and I'm tired, Searle, I've never been so tired. It seems like I'm ready to walk into that glowing tunnel to the other side."

"Then don't think about it, I'm ready to retire for you." Sylvia said, suddenly being stinged by something.

She was stunned for a while before realizing that it was a real tingling in the physical sense. As soon as she touched her pocket, the silver that had been silent for a long time became frantically hot.

"What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore.

"Draco..." Sylvia muttered, receiving the news from Yinxi Ke, and her joy was immediately evident, "He said they got Bellatrix Something hidden in Gringotts!"

Dumbledore's eyes instantly showed a look of surprise, and he sat up straight.

"Hufflepuff's gold cup!" Sylvia was almost excited to tears, "It must be a Horcrux! Ravenclaw's crown and Slytherin's hanging Locket! He loves these things!"

"You must be careful." Dumbledore reminded.

"Okay, I'll go now." Sylvia smiled and pointed downstairs, "I'll be back when I go."

"You got it?"

Sylvia startled Draco when she appeared in the narrow stairwell downstairs in the secret base. As soon as the young master didn't stand still, he fell backwards, but fortunately hit the wall behind him.

"Listen." Draco's face was very ugly, "We were afraid of being found and we put a transformation spell on it." He spoke very quickly and handed over a golden bracelet. In Sylvia's hand, "You go."

"Shouldn't you be going to school at Hogwarts now?" Sylvia picked up the gold bracelet in a good mood and played with it, "Why..."

"Hurry up!" Draco squeezed her shoulders and looked out the door subconsciously.

Sylvia noticed his fear: "What's the matter with you?"

"No..." Before Draco finished speaking, he saw a green light outside the door.

"What's the matter?" Sylvia brought the bracelet to her wrist and drew her wand alertly.

"I was found." Draco stood alone in front of the door, his legs trembling, "As soon as I went out, Bellatrix followed me. They were at the door, my The spell can still be blocked for a while, you go!"

"Stun me."

"What?"

"I said knock me out." Sylvia put her wand into Draco's hand, "It's too late, hurry up."

"You're crazy!" Draco's eyes froze for a moment, and there was a sense of chaos caused by insufficient oxygen supply.

"Come on!" Sylvia saw the door blown open and a spell hit her in the head.

When she was in a coma, she saw Draco's terrified face, the hawthorn wand pointing at her, and the astonishing number of Death Eaters who broke into the door.

Am I crazy?

Sylvia doesn't know how she made this decision.

But if Draco is exposed, they will all die, right?

Then I'm too bad!

…

It seems like a long time...

Sylvia opened her eyes, she only felt very uncomfortable, her weak consciousness was telling her that someone forcibly woke her up, using some unimaginable method.

And the first one that appeared in front of her was Snape upside down.

Oh.

Sylvia came back to her senses and found herself suspended upside down in a huge room. It's not entirely true to say that she was standing upside down, as if there was a force pulling her by the waist and lifting her in the air, her legs were hanging down in embarrassment. The girl struggled subconsciously and found that her body was covered with ropes.

"She's awake." Snape looked past Sylvia, looking at someone.

"Very good."

The terrifying voice sounded, and Sylvia suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

"Master! Let me clean her up!" was Bella's voice.

Sylvia can't see her, but it's hard to make out. She quickly identified the Death Eaters within sight, and noticed that they were all sitting. She pulled out an ugly smile, not expecting herself to be reduced to the point of appearing at the Malfoy Manor conference table.

It seems like a big deal to catch me.

"Clean up? No no no." The voice came again, he was laughing, looking quite happy, "This is our very honorable guest, isn't it? We should treat her well, West Fleurs, what do you think?"

With a bang, Sylvia fell to the table, and a force seemed to crush her, spreading upward from her legs - Sylvia turned her head with difficulty , met a pair of snake eyes.

She gasped, and the timid act drew a good laugh.

Nagini had wrapped Sylvia's legs and stared at her eagerly.

"Hello, Sylvia Tonks." Voldemort's face gradually became clearer as the focus of Sylvia's eyes shifted.

Ouch, he looked more disgusting than he thought.

Sylvia stared at him, pursing her lips tightly.

"Who said that Miss Tonks was invited?" Voldemort hissed, shaking the Elder Wand in his hand.

"It's Draco." Bellatrix replied scrambled, though no one wanted to fight her.

"Draco? Good boy, I remember you were supposed to finish school by now." Voldemort turned to the pale-faced teenager sitting beside him.

Sylvia realized that he was also there. He seemed too skinny among the Death Eaters, in every sense.

"I heard the guys in Gryffindor mention that Tonks has a mysterious hideout, and I suspect she's hiding Potter there." Draco said, But he didn't dare to look into Voldemort's eyes, just looked at Sylvia.

Sylvia didn't read what he saw, but had to admit that this guy was smart. Wish Voldemort thought Draco was just staring at his prey in disgust?

"Oh?" Voldemort looked genuinely curious.

"Draco did this because he wanted to do his best for his master." Lucius hurriedly explained, he kept rubbing his hands, looking very nervous, "He did it for his master. …”

"I think it's for credit, right?" Yaxley said sarcastically, "How could Potter be caught by you alone?"

"But he caught Tonks all by himself!" Bella screamed, "I'm sorry my previous distrust followed you, Draco, you've done too much All right!"

"Although I didn't find Potter..." Draco lowered his head, "But I caught Tonks."

"Well done, Draco, you did well." Voldemort laughed, and many Death Eaters laughed when they saw this, "Tell me how you did it Yes? To all these useless fellows."

The smiles of those Death Eaters froze, and the laughter turned into a few dry laughter, and finally turned into unwillingness and silence.

"I..." Draco's chest heaved and he looked back at Sylvia, "I figured out a way to get the password from Weasley... Tonks set the password there , very smart, huh... I broke in and took her wand before she could react." He said and put Sylvia's wand on the table, "I'm afraid she will run away, or there may be some support outside. , locked the door with a spell." He said, looking at Bella, visibly relieved when he saw the look of understanding on his aunt's face, "then knocked her out, and Bellatrix was Bring people in..."

"Not bad." Voldemort tutted, "Lucius, you have a very good son."

Lucius hurriedly nodded and bowed.

"Severus, if I remember correctly, this Miss Tonks is Dumbledore's best student, right?" Voldemort ignored Lucius and looked at Snape sharply. His eyes became fierce.

"Yes, Master." Snape said flatly.

"I have a guess, Miss Tonks." Voldemort tapped his knuckles on the table, "Do you think Dumbledore told you something before he left? Like —" As his tone continued to grow gloomy, Nagini intensified knowingly, "Where's Potter?"

You wouldn't know if you killed me.

Sylvia realized that this sentence is more true than just being handsome.

"Speak! Tonks!" Bella screamed again, grinning, as if she wanted to rush to bite her more than Nagini.

"Don't scare our guests." Voldemort gave Bella a displeased glance, "I think Miss Tonks would like to have a pleasant conversation with us, right?"

"August..." Sylvia opened her mouth and coughed again, only then did she realize that her mouth was dry.

"What?" Voldemort stood up.

"The day you attacked the Weasleys' wedding, remember?" Sylvia tried to clear her throat, although it didn't help, "He ran away that day, and I don't have it until today. see him."

Voldemort did not seem to expect Sylvia to be so calm. Even though he had expected a confession through torture, the Auror would not say a word.

But this calm seems to stem from her fearlessness and her bold speculation about his thoughts. This made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Severus." Voldemort lowered his face.

Snape stood up, took a bottle from his pocket, and stared at Sylvia.

He was disappointed.

Sylvia saw Snape's mood. This look is exactly the same as every time this professor says "you really didn't let me down". He didn't need to speak, Sylvia had already heard the words "idiot".

"What?" Voldemort noticed Snape's stagnant movements. "Oh! I forgot! She's also your dear student, isn't she? Maybe you'll want to catch up?"

"Having a student like this is the most humiliating thing in my teaching career."

Snape said flatly, waved his wand, forcibly opened Sylvia's mouth, and the potion poured directly into her throat.

Sylvia felt a sour nose and red eyes. Snape's words weren't prevarication, they were staring into her eyes. Her self-assertion seemed to be the worst outcome that Snape had not been optimistic about. She was aggrieved, and she was shaking whether she should ignore the Malfoy family directly.

She was in pain, both mentally and physically.

"Tonks, where's Potter?" Snape asked.

"I don't know."

Sylvia got it, it was Veritaserum.

Fortunately, she really doesn't know.

"Impossible!" Bella clapped the table, "how could she not know? Both Dumbledore and my disgraceful cousin love her so much! How could she not know ?"

"Who sent by the Order of the Phoenix to secretly protect Potter?" Voldemort frowned and continued to ask.

"No one." Sylvia replied.

"Impossible!" Bella shouted again, "Snape! What the hell! That's not real Veritaserum!"

"You can check." Snape gave her a dismissive glance.

"That's how you carry out the orders your master gave you? You didn't ask anything!"

"Enough!" Voldemort was angry.

Sylvia also shuddered. She even felt Nagini tremble, not to mention the pale-faced Death Eaters.

No one dared to speak for a while, and no one dared to see the Dark Lord.

Sylvia just stared at Snape, eager to get a little approval from him, but the guy just kept his face straight, waiting for the next order.

What are you going to do?"

"The Order of the Phoenix didn't do anything with it." Sylvia replied.

"Isn't that your secret place?" Voldemort said, looking sharply at Draco, as if he hadn't praised the boy just now.

"That's my secret place." Sylvia replied, her eyes widened, but fortunately Voldemort still didn't look at her.

She looked up to Snape to confirm—the Veritaserum had worn off.

Snape didn't look at her.

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, but Snape really kept a hand.

"What is your secret site for?"

"Tibetans." Sylvia tried her best to act like a painful resistance.

"Who is hiding?" Voldemort finally looked at her again.

"Harry." Sylvia replied.

"You said you didn't know where he was! And you said you hid him?"

"He ran away, I didn't have time to hide him."

Sylvia cheered in her heart because she shed tears through emotion. And she saw some joy in Snape's ghostly expression. And Snape's laughs are often sarcastic.

Voldemort looked a little **** off by the twists and turns of his questions and the answers he received.

"In that case." Voldemort sat down again, "You have no role, Tonks, or do you have something else to say?"

"At least we have come to a conclusion, Master." Lucius seemed to be afraid of Voldemort's wrath against Draco, "Potter is out, helpless, without the secret protection of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Kill her!" Bella looked at her master expectantly, "She's useless! I know my **** cousin, he's going crazy! His The godson is living abroad, his niece is killed, we will kill this little bitch's sister..."

"You can't touch my sister!" Sylvia suddenly shouted, staring at Bella. She remembered how cruel this woman was to her family, and that was her family too.

"Master." Someone spoke again, interrupting Bella, "I think we should keep her."

"Cissy!" Bella looked at her sister in disbelief.

"Bella is right, that cousin of ours is going to be crazy." Narcissa stood up, looking so graceful and so resolute, "Let's leave Tonks and send a message Saying that Tonks is in our hands, the Order of the Phoenix will not ignore her."

"This won't work! You forgot about us last time!" Bella looked very disapproving.

"As long as you send a message through the Ministry of Magic, Tonks is in your hands, Master, and it will definitely cause a great sensation. They will understand that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​dead." Narcissa looked at her sister , which was telling her the difference between the two before and after, "And, maybe Potter won't be able to hide."

"Yes, yes!" Lucius hurriedly echoed, "Tonks and Potter have a very good relationship, don't they? Draco?"

Draco just nodded lightly.

"Potter can't hide?" Voldemort smirked and looked at the eager guys, "It's all fun to guess, but what if it doesn't work out? I can trust you won't disappoint me? Is it possible to destroy the Order of the Phoenix in a month?"

It seemed that someone poured cold water on every Death Eater's head, and they dared not speak.

"If you want the Order of the Phoenix to lose its heart, just release the news that Tonks is dead." Snape spoke slowly, and everyone's eyes turned to him instantly.

Sylvia also looked at him, struggling for a while, and a resentful sound came from her throat.

Voldemort looked at her, silent for a moment, hissing. Sylvia had heard it from Harry, she guessed Parseltongue, and Nagini did slowly walk away from the girl.

"That's right, Severus. Get the news that Tonks has been killed by us, and it will be useful to keep her in the future." Voldemort said, turning around and accepting Gini walked out together, "Take our honorable guests to rest."

He left, but left the depression here.

"I took her to the dungeon." Narcissa said.

"No! I'll take her to the dungeon!" Bella ran out of control and rushed to Sylvia before everyone else had any other objections, dragging her off the table.

Narcissa didn't do much, just glanced here lightly: "In the meaning of the master, Tonks is an important hostage, Bella."

"I don't need you to teach me!" Bella yelled, and she looked back at Sylvia through gritted teeth, "I just want to catch up with my dear niece."

Other Death Eaters Apparate out of Malfoy Manor one by one. And the three masters of this home just stopped for a while and left.

"You want to..." Sylvia knew what would happen if she fell into Bella's hands.

Bella did not say a heart-piercing spell, she squinted, grabbed her neck and pressed Sylvia to the table: "You..."

What is she hesitating about?

"You really look like Andromeda." Bella stared at the girl in front of her in a trance, "Especially the **** eyes—don't look at me like this! I'm going to scoop out your eyes! "

Sylvia subconsciously closed her eyes because the wand tip had touched her eyelashes.

The wand seems to be retracted again, but the sound of heavy breathing is getting closer.

Sylvia opened her eyes again, and she saw this mad woman put away her wand and took out a dagger.

Bella looked crazier than ever.

"You like this, don't you?"

Hoddle is right, it is impossible for a person to have a scar of more than ten inches on the face, and the joke at that time was a bit too exaggerated. But it turns out that a little less can still be done.

The sharp blade cut open the girl's delicate cheek, leaving a terrifying hole.

With the pain, the second, third, fourth, and so on...

The author has something to say:

Let me see if anyone in this chapter disagrees with Searle's approach?

Whether it's Searle's subconscious righteousness, impulsiveness, ups and downs of the plot, or dramatic conflict, I just let her be taken away like this

I told you about the high energy ahead? Isn't this coming?

Abusive? I feel very uncomfortable