Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Malfoy Manor!!!

Dobby took Harry there to save Ron.

It was an amazing, but not surprising, result, and almost everyone knew that Harry was going to save Ron.

Harry and Sirius had a fight this morning over it.

Surprisingly, I didn't expect Harry to move so quickly, or let Dobby take his direct illusion to Malfoy Manor.

If not, as soon as Ivan asked the question, the large teardrop fell out of Dobby's protruding large eyes.

“It's all Dobby's fault. It's all Dobby's fault. Dobby took Harry Potter to that place. Dobby shouldn't have done it. Young Master Ivan told me Harry Potter couldn't leave, but Harry Potter said not to tell anyone else.” Dobby owls, screams loudly, rubs his cringy red eyes hard, "He wants Dobby to take him there, Dobby disagrees, Harry Potter says Dobby is his friend, the great Harry Potter is going there to save his other friend, Dobby just...”

“Save his other friend?!” Hermione repeated, shouting, "God, Dobby, you took Harry to Malfoy Manor! ”

In response to Dobby's louder cry, her large, elvish-tennis-like eyes were round, shaking from feet to the tip of her ears.

“You went to Malfoy Manor to save Ron, my God, you did it so hastily and recklessly that Harry didn't even consider the danger in it. He just walked into the lair of the Dead Eaters, and he didn't even think about the consequences. Yeah, the magic of raising elves can do that, breaking through the magical defenses of wizards.” Hermione kept asking, "but I don't understand. Why did you come back alone? Where's Harry? ”

“Harry Potter's friend was locked up in a secret room, and Dobby couldn't get in there, and Harry Potter made Dobby want to come back and deliver the message..." Dobby cried, "We found an old wizard in the dungeon, and Harry Potter called him Mr. Olivender, and Harry Potter sent Dobby back first. ”

“Olivender?! But..."

“Well, Dobby, take us to Malfoy Manor right away, maybe Harry hasn't been spotted yet.” Ivan said, lifting the wand.

More than twenty minutes have passed since Dobby ran into the library and was knocked out, and Harry is likely to be found. Malfoy may not have thought that their former domestic servant, a little elf, would have dived into their estate with Harry, but that doesn't mean Harry stayed in the estate that long and wouldn't have been discovered.

But after Voldemort's massacre last night on the estate, not too many dead eaters should dare approach it for a short time.

Even if Harry is caught, as long as Lucius doesn't summon Voldemort, there's still a chance.

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Within Malfoy Manor, for a while, Harry's heart was beating with his voice and eyes.

Draco Malfoy has been walking in front of the big mirror, saying things like he can catch Harry, and he must have found Harry behind the mirror.

Harry could feel that he was really panicking now and seemed to have no way out, and the right hand with the wand was covered in sweat.

Through this mirror, he can hear Lucius' impatient voice and ask Draco if he found anything.

Even that pale, pointy, blurred face under the pale blonde hair automatically appeared in Harry's head.

As fear grew, the thought of resisting Voldemort seemed particularly difficult, and his scars began to burn again.

Without any warning, his mind connected to Voldemort again, the real scenery around him disappeared, he was Voldemort, he was flying in a distant place, over a black, turbulent sea, he didn't know where to go, and this place didn't seem to be England.

Harry looked at the endless black waters and recalled the night Dumbledore went to Azkaban.

He seemed to be about to blend in with the darkness, accompanied by a burst of scars, Ha used his strength to cover the scar, everything went back to reality, what was expected had not happened, he had not been discovered, Draco Malfoy had finally left the mirror, the Malfoys' footsteps had gradually become distant, and Harry had relieved himself heavily.

Draco didn't find anything, but Harry had the feeling that Draco had deliberately let him go.

But the idea was ridiculous, and if he was Malfoy, he wouldn't have done it.

From a long time ago, the two of them were enemies, blind to each other, and now dead enemies.

If Harry found Malfoy hiding behind the mirror, he would certainly not hesitate to say so.

Waiting for no more sound around him, he took a few deep breaths and climbed out the back of the mirror, his hands and feet trembling.

Harry came back to the glass cabinet, and this time he quickly found Dobby's peacock on that giant glass.

It stands tall and unlike other birds, the tail feathers behind it all unfold.

Harry stretched out his wand knocked on the peacock pattern and the entire shelf emitted a light green fluorescence, revealing the back secret passage as it rotated.

Though the secret passage was dark, Harry jumped quickly with little hesitation.

He knew he had to hurry, he opened the secret room, Malfoy might already know, and they would be back soon.

Harry follows a steep staircase down and ends with a heavy door.

He didn't pause, waved his wand up hard, and the door was open!

Unlike dark corridors, the door is lit with a dim candle placed on a table in the center of the room.

The light swayed, tragically in love, and on the chair in front of the table, a red-haired boy sat with Harry on his back.

“Ron, is that you?” Harry was pleased to say that although there was only a back shadow, he recognized it at first sight as Ron.

Ron sat there quietly and didn't look back at Harry who broke in.

Nor did he seem to have heard Harry's voice, but it was not unresponsive and his body was shaking slightly, looking a little strange.

“Ron, I'm here to save you. We have to get out of here.” Harry said excitedly, quickly before Ron.

This time, Ron seemed to have finally heard Harry's voice, perhaps in response to his actions.

He slowly looked up at Harry, and Ron's face was silent, staring at Harry, and then lowered again.

Harry's heart snapped and Ron's response gave him the joy that had just risen and was replaced by a hint of weirdness.

“Ron...”

“Harry Potter!” A screaming, sharp voice rang in the corner.

Harry quickly turned around and saw a ratty man with a face full of fear and surprise.