Chapter 526
The Black Dog on Track
Chapter 526 The Black Dog on Track
Draco Malfoy's face turned pale instantly. He wanted to say something but couldn't.
He saw his father nodded to his mother, then turned and left. Gore's father was waiting not far away. The two of them met up, walked around a tent, and soon disappeared.
Then, Draco's wrist was tightened and he was pulled by Narcissa and walked quickly towards the forest.
He looked up and saw that his mother's face was extremely pale, as if glowing white in the night, and the fingers holding his were extremely cold.
"Mom..." Draco couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Could it be... that Dad and the others... would kill someone?"
Draco was not a very brave or cruel person, and when he talked about "killing", he couldn't help but lower his voice, with a hint of fear.
"No, they won't." Narcissa glanced at her son. "They won't take it that far... It should just be... just a tease..."
Thinking of the methods used by the Death Eaters to deal with Muggles more than a decade ago, Narcissa couldn't help but shudder.
Even if you don't kill anyone, suffering those tortures is no better than death.
But as long as no one was killed, the nature of the matter would not be that serious and it would not be difficult for the Ministry of Magic to cover it up.
"But you look scared..." Draco said, tightening his grip on the cold hand.
"You don't understand... I'm not afraid of what your father is going to do..." Narcissa said.
"What is that?" Draco demanded.
But Narcissa pursed her lips tightly and refused to speak anymore, just pulling Draco forward.
Suddenly, Draco seemed to catch a glimpse of a black figure in the corner of his eye. It looked like a bear.
He quickly turned his head and saw a shadow sliding past behind a tent on the roadside. It seemed to be a very big dog.
Draco opened his mouth, wanting to tell his mother about his discovery, but suddenly he saw a leprechaun landing on the clover-covered roof of the tent. It covered its face and struggled silently. Its expression became more and more hideous and painful, and its body seemed to be slowly growing larger.
There seem to be quite a few monsters and ghosts in the camp tonight.
Draco shuddered and didn't dare to look again. He lowered his head and quickened his pace, hoping to get as far away from the camp as possible.
Several golden or green spots of light flew straight into the sky and then exploded suddenly. The bright light of the fireworks scattered in the clouds, and the dark night sky became colorful.
Cheerful singing rang out in the camp, there was a huge bonfire and people dancing around it. People celebrated in various ways, and even many people who were not fans of the Irish team couldn't help but join in.
Draco turned his back on the light and joy and followed his mother, his feet never stopping as he walked towards the dark forest.
I don’t know why, but the forest seems so far away tonight… Maybe it’s because when people are nervous, time seems to slow down…
Draco was thinking sadly when he suddenly heard his mother say vigilantly, "Something is wrong."
"What?" Draco asked.
Narcissa squatted down, picked up a handful of ashes, rubbed them between her fingertips, stood up and looked around in astonishment.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked anxiously.
"This was a forest before... We should have been in the forest..." Narcissa said in a trembling voice.
Draco's breathing hitched, and he looked at his mother in horror, then at the empty, flat ground around him.
——What happened here? Why did such a large area of forest disappear?
"Hurry up!" Narcissa trembled, pulled her son, and strode towards the surviving forest. Her expression was so tense that she looked like a statue carved out of ice in the dark. ...
Sirius swung his tail and followed the mother and son for a short distance. When he saw that they were no longer talking, he turned around and chased in the direction Lucius Malfoy had left.
Thanks to the family's so-called aristocratic style and taste, Lucius Malfoy also sprayed some perfume on his body, which had a very special smell and was not difficult to track.
"Snapped!"
Something fell on the black dog's head, scaring him.
The black dog jumped up, turned his head and saw a little dwarf rolling on the ground. He bared his teeth, ignored it, and stepped over the little thing.
The Irish leprechaun is just like a fairy, a magical creature with low IQ and no danger, but it has a more aggressive temper and is not that cute. Sometimes it does things that seem very strange to humans.
Sirius' ears pricked up, his tail tilted up, and his nose twitched as he sniffed the air around him.
After a while, he saw the person he was looking for, stopped suddenly and hid to the side.
It seemed that seven or eight wizards had gathered there. They all wore hoods and masks on their faces. They quietly left the crowd and walked towards the edge of the camp.
The crowd grew larger and larger, and many masked wizards joined in silently. No one talked to each other at all, but the air was filled with a frenzied and restless atmosphere.
They walked all the way to the stone house at the edge of the camp, pointed their wands, and the locked door opened.
The two wizards walked in and came out one after another after a while, saying in a low voice: "The house is empty, the Muggle caretaker is gone!"
Everyone was stunned, and then two more wizards went in and took a look, then nodded, confirming that the two people in front of them were not lying.
The black dog opened his mouth and laughed silently.
"What should we do?" Someone in the crowd asked honestly, "Should we go find another administrator?"
"What if those Muggles are not in their own houses?" Another person said decisively: "Change the target... even a Mudblood will do."
The black dog gnashed his teeth—even though the voice was deliberately lowered, he could tell that the person speaking was Lucius.
The group of people moved together tacitly, stood there discussing for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the camp.
The celebrating crowd was still singing and dancing, but some families with children were getting ready to go to sleep. A couple holding their child walked to the front of the tent and saw the weirdly dressed wizards huddled together. They felt a little scared and quickly went into the tent.
"That guy!" One of the masked wizards pointed at a passerby and shouted, "Bobby Suarez, he's a mudblood!"
The wizard who was called out was about forty years old. When he heard the word "Mudblood", he flew into a rage and immediately turned his head and cursed: "Fuck..."
A dozen wands came into view.
The man was so frightened that he turned around and ran. Then he seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope and flew uncontrollably into the sky.
"Except your weapons!"
A spell hit Suarez and his wand flew out, landing somewhere unknown.
(End of this chapter)