𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘋/𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 (English version)

Chapter 75

Ron and Harry couldn't take it anymore.
The girls' screams echoed through every corner of Malfoy Manor. The sound gnawed their nerves, clawing into their chest with every new cry.
It was unbearable.

"What... what are they doing?" Ron stammered, his voice cracked. His eyes wide, red-rimmed and wild, were locked on the ceiling, as if he could will himself through the stone.

But Harry didn't answer.
His eyes shifted to the shadows that seemed to be approaching the cell they'd been thrown into.
"Mr. Potter..." whispered a broken voice.

The flickering torchlight danced across the walls as Mr. Ollivander's gaunt face appeared in front of them. His skin was grey and hollowed, yet his gaze remained sharp, lucid.
A moment later, Griphook followed, walking slowly and unsteadily. His robes were torn, his hair disheveled, but his eyes gleamed with the cold intelligence of someone who had already calculated a thousand escape routes.

But Ron couldn't feel relief. Every scream from above snapped them back to the present like a sharp blow to the chest.

"We have to do something!" he shouted, the sound ricocheting off the walls, desperate and useless.

"There's no way out," Ollivander said, his voice was brittle but clear. "The door is enchanted. We've tried. It's dark magic, powerful... it keeps us locked in."

Harry didn't respond.
Instinctively, he reached down to his ankle and slipped a hand into his sock. He pulled out a small shard of mirror.
The reflection always showed the same image: a single, intense blue eye, watching him from Merlin knows where.

"Help us."
Seconds passed, then-
Footsteps.

Measured, deliberate.
Harry's chest tightened, the steps were descending the stairs.
The door creaked open.

Wormtail stood in the doorway, his usual twitchy gait, wand already raised.
"Back!" he growled as Ron lunged toward him on impulse. "You! Goblin! With me."

Griphook moved slowly, heavily, as if every step cost him pain.
Wormtail never lowered his wand, watching Ron and Harry with the fear of someone who knew how dangerous they could be, even without wands.
They were gone, and the door shut again.

Silence...then-

CRACK

A tiny figure Apparated right into the middle of the room. Harry jumped to his feet.

"Dobby?!"

"Ah, Dobby has come to save Harry Potter, of course!" squeaked the elf, eyes shining, proud smile on his face. "Dobby will always be where Harry Potter is!"

"You can... you can Apparate? You can get us out of here?"

"But of course!"

Ron stared at the elf like he was seeing hope for the first time in hours
"Fine by me. Do it."

Harry turned to Dobby. "Take Mr. Ollivander. Now."

"To Shell Cottage," Ron added. "Near Tinworth. It's safe. Trust us."

The elf took the old man's trembling hand and turned back to the boys.

"Meet me at the top of the stairs in ten seconds. Someone's coming for you." He spoke in a rush, gave a little bow, and pop, vanished.

Ron huffed. "Someone? Who?"

But there was no time for answers.

The door burst open again, so fast it slammed against the wall.
Wormtail returned, but just as he stepped inside, a blast of light struck him square in the back. He collapsed to the ground with a muffled grunt.