Chapter 1527: Not Much Time Left for Us!!

"This is Travers!"

Griphook said in Harry's ear.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

She looked at Travers and said: "What is it!"

Her tone was not very good, and she did indeed show an expression like she was looking at trash.

Travers seemed to have been greatly offended.

"If you don't want to talk to me, then forget it!"

Travers showed an unhappy expression.

Harry hurriedly said in Hermione's ear: "This is also a Death Eater!"

Hermione's expression immediately improved a bit.

She said with a smile: "Sorry, Travers, some things have happened recently; I wasn't targeting you!"

Travers felt a bit better.

He asked curiously: "Mrs. Lestrange, I heard that something happened at Malfoy Manor..."

Hermione and Harry and the others all showed expressions of astonishment.

It was Darren who asked directly.

"Malfoy Manor? Is that the place where your Dark Lord lives?"

Darren asked in French.

Travers only then noticed Darren.

A trace of jealousy appeared on his face.

Because the man in front of him, although not very handsome, standing near this man made him feel a sense of inferiority.

"This is..."

Travers asked cautiously.

He believed that Darren should not be an ordinary person.

Hermione smiled.

A flattering expression appeared on her face, and she smiled at Darren and said: "Mr. Ross, this is Mr. Travers; he is a loyal subordinate of our Dark Lord."

At this moment, Hermione began to look at Travers and said: "This is Mr. Ross, a representative sent by the Confederation. The Dark Lord asked me to take him around here, and by the way, I need to go to Gringotts to get something."

Travers nodded hurriedly.

He looked at Darren flatteringly.

"Mr. Ross, you came this time..."

"There are some things... also, I am very interested in what you said about what happened at Malfoy Manor..."

Travers did not hide it.

He said with a smile: "I just heard that the Dark Lord was in a very bad temper at Malfoy Manor and killed many wizards... Mrs. Lestrange should have been grounded at Gringotts."

Hermione understood.

The matter at Malfoy Manor should be related to Harry's escape.

So she snorted coldly and said: "The Dark Lord won't be able to keep us locked up for long; he will still entrust important matters to me!"

She became smug.

Travers showed an uncomfortable expression.

However, he had absolutely nothing to say.

He could only look at Darren, wanting to flatter him.

But apart from being interested in the matter of Malfoy Manor for a moment, there was nothing else Darren was interested in.

He seemed to have always been interested in the shops on the street.

But when Travers walked over, wanting to introduce them to him, he showed an expression of disgust.

"Oh, Mr. Travers, could you please stay a little further away from me?

My bodyguard has no room to stand. This place of yours looks really dangerous; it's not even one ten-thousandth as good as our country!"

Travers was pushed away by Ron.

The expression on his face was one of disbelief.

For a moment, he seemed to want to take out his wand to teach them a lesson? But when he saw Darren's cold expression, he timidly changed the subject.

"Mrs. Lestrange, how about we go to Gringotts together? I also need to get something; we all have to deal with those long-fingered friends.

Actually, I have suggested to the Dark Lord several times that those guys should all be driven away, driven to other countries; they are too disgusting.

But the Dark Lord feels that leaving them for a period of time is also no problem."

Harry felt Griphook almost pull his hair out.

He really wanted to kick Travers hard.

If you don't know how to talk, can you just shut up?

Although he also felt that Travers was right, could he not say it in front of him?

Harry complained.

Perhaps it was because Darren felt Harry's pain, he suddenly said: "If you want to get something, can you be faster? Don't mumble here. Did the Dark Lord ask you to come here to stall me?"

His reprimand made Hermione pretend to be very scared.

She hurriedly said anxiously: "Sorry, Travers, we must be faster!"

Travers could only nod. ===== CHAPTER 1529 =====