Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"No! You don't deserve it!"

Bella Tricks, who had just accumulated a little strength, struggled violently on the ground like a fish on the shore, and let out a cry from her throat.

And after shouting these words, she smirked slyly on the ground again, as if she had completely entered the rotten stage.

Although her spirit is about to become abnormal, she understands that the guy in the red shirt and red hair on the opposite side will not let her go.

After all, she had been with Voldemort for so long, and if it was her own master who faced this situation, fear and killing would be the best way to win people's hearts.

However, she still underestimated Clark's means, and soon, as crazy as Bella, she began to regret her choice just now.

Clark looked at the only guy on the scene who dared to resist him with a smile, and there was no sign of embarrassment on his face.

On the contrary, he smiled and waved his hand, and a bright red mist wafted out of his fingertips and slowly fell on Bella Tricks.

Seeing this situation, everyone thought that Clark was going to kill Bella, the rebel. Even Bella's husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, was nervously grabbing the fence railing, wanting to help her. Wife pleads.

However, what surprised everyone was that the red mist did not hurt Bella at all, but quickly penetrated into her body after touching her skin.

Immediately afterwards, everyone discovered that Bella Tricks' condition had improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her hurried breathing calmed down a lot, her pale skin began to show a little rosy color, her lips and nails regained their blood color, and even her once withered hair became soft and shiny again.

In addition to the physical recovery, what is even more shocking is that Bella Tricks' mental state has also improved.

Her dilated pupils regained their radiance, and an invisible, cold and strange force rushed directly into her brain, like the most gentle fingers, soothing her who was close to collapse due to the long prison. soul.

When the red mist was completely absorbed by Bella, she took a long breath and sat up the next moment.

In such a situation, not only the people around were dumbfounded, but even Bella Tricks, who had just woken up and recovered her state, was very surprised.

There has only been a slap to a sweet jujube, and this has not yet been slapped, how can a sweet jujube be given.

"You don't think you can subdue me by showing mercy to me, do you? It's just wishful thinking!" Bella struggled to stand up against the railing, looking at Clark with a sneer.

The people around were also watching from the sidelines. For these villains and scumbags, Clark's behavior just now was indeed a bit of a sign of weakness.

For the wicked, being kind often means being weak.

However, Clark's next move was even more confusing. Facing Bella, who had to provoke him after recovering, not only did he not punish him, but he waved his hand and imprisoned Rodolphus Lay. Strange's cell door opened.

"Rodolphus, kill him!" Bella watched her husband get out of trouble without thinking seriously about what Clark's purpose was, and shouted directly at her husband.

Rodolphus Lestrange clenched his fists almost subconsciously when he heard his wife's cry, but when he looked up and saw Clark, who was smilingly looking at him outside through the open prison door, In an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water was pouring down from the top of his head.

He looked at the bright red eyes of the man in front of him with a look of fear, his muscles trembled, and he didn't listen to his orders at all.

"Can't move! Can't move!"

"It's going to die! It's going to die!"

Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming at the moment, preventing Rodolphus Lestrange from making the next move.

A lot of information he couldn't understand, terrifying, and evil poured into his brain through those bright red eyes, radiating and polluting his soul like an abyss.

"Rodolphus, what are you still hesitating about, kill him!" Bella's voice seemed to come from a distant horizon, but Rodolphus Lestrange completely lost her voice.

He looked at the shadow Clark cast on the ground under the moonlight, but through the shadow he saw the bottomless abyss behind him.

This guy is scarier than the Dark Lord, don't offend him!

A thought suddenly appeared in Rodolphus Lestrange's mind, and he looked at the man in fear, not daring to take a step at all.

"Your wife is calling you." Clark looked at him and said with a smile, "Aren't you going to talk to her?"

Rodolphus Lestrange walked out of the cell stiffly as if stunned by Clark's words, and then walked into the prison that Clark opened for him and belonged to Bella Tricks. .

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you kill him just now, are you so useless? He insulted Lord Voldemort just now, why didn't you fight him!"

Bella grabbed his neckline with both hands and shook it so hard that the saliva from her mouth sprayed into his face.

Rodolphus Lestrange stared blankly at his wife who was chattering to him, feeling the delay in the other party's eyes, and suddenly felt that his mind had never been so clear as today.

It seemed that all the negative emotions, those fears, fears, worries and worries had left him at this time, allowing him to start thinking and weighing the pros and cons like a cold machine.

For all these years, he knew that his wife was obsessed with following Voldemort almost madly, and even wanted to marry the bastard.

And he has always turned a blind eye to the absurd behavior of his wife, because deep down, he is actually full of fear of Voldemort.

Even under this influence, he feared his wife, Bella Tricks.

He was convinced that if one day he turned his back on Voldemort, Bella Tricks would definitely strip him of the traitor's skin without the Dark Lord taking action.

It is out of this fear that he calls Voldemort "our common leader" and uses self-hypnosis to convince himself that he is also a fanatical worshiper of Voldemort.

However, now under the influence of Clark's psionic power, Rodolphus, who faced his own heart, could no longer convince himself in this way.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed throughout the corridor on the fourth floor of Azkaban. On Bella Tricks' pale cheeks, a five-fingered red slap print appeared in an unstoppable gesture. .

Bella Tricks widened her eyes, covered the slap print on her cheek with her right hand, and looked at her husband in disbelief, as if it was the first day she knew him.

How dare he beat himself! How dare he hit himself!

The Death Eaters in the surrounding cells also looked at him with astonishment. Rodolphus Lestrange was extremely famous in the entire Death Eater community.

He is equally famous for his fear and the big green hat that Voldemort wears.

As to whether Bella and Voldemort had a relationship beyond friendship, none of the Death Eaters present knew.

But this does not prevent these scumbags from giving full play to their imagination, after all, they are not gentlemen, and gossip is the nature of all intelligent creatures.

When talking in private, when these LSBs talk about this aspect, it's hard to have any good words in their mouths, and they all sound out of laughter and laughter.

But even as rumors circulated among the Death Eaters, they were surprised to find that Rodolphus Lestrange did not respond to it.

Because of this, these Death Eaters said to him in private that they were "powerful". You must know that not all men can be indifferent to the lustful news of their wives.

Although British wizards do not pay much attention to this aspect due to cultural customs, it is one thing to happen in the dark, and it is another thing to put it on the table.

Affected by this incident, in the eyes of these Death Eaters, Bella Tricks must have eaten Rodolphus Lestrange to death.

But what do they see now? Rodolphus Lestrange slaps Bella Tricks hard!

It was like the sun was coming out of the west. Wasn't he afraid of Bella Tricks, of Voldemort blaming behind her?

Bella Tricks seems to think so too. After so many years of domineering, she has long forgotten that this obedient man in front of her is her husband.

"How dare you hit me!"

She raised her right hand and slapped him hard in the face.

"Snapped!"

In the absence of a wand to cast magic, women's physical fitness is inherently weaker than men's. Rodolphus Lestrange caught Bella Tricks' slap with great accuracy, and then carried out fight back.

"Shut up! No one told you, are you noisy?"

The two slaps in a row seemed to lead out his backlog of resentment, and the refreshing feeling brought by the use of violence made the evil thoughts in his heart grow like weeds.

Rodolphus Lestrange seemed uneasy, and slapped his backhand a few times.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

While playing, he was still talking.

"I have endured you for a long time."

"Damn, what are you?"

"Do you think you're amazing?"

"I told you to shut up! Shut up! Why didn't you listen?"

Such a violent act, even Old Peter, who was hiding at the corner of the stairs, couldn't stand it, but he had to admit that this kind of thing looked really cool.

None of the people in the surrounding prisons opened their mouths to dissuade them, even though they all knew that Bella Tricks might be Voldemort's old friend.

Death Eaters have no loyalty, and if there is, it can only be loyalty to interests and power.

Because all of Voldemort's authority is based on his cruelty, madness and power, and once there are stronger and more cruel and ruthless existences than him, their loyalty will be thinner than paper, and the fragile ones are even worse than chastity. The knees are as soft as noodles.

So, with Clark standing on the sidelines smiling and watching, these 'loyal followers of Voldemort' imprisoned in Azkaban just stood there quietly, watching Rodolphus frantically torturing Bella. Trix - the most loyal follower of Voldemort.

It acted as if they were a bunch of harmless Hogwarts first-year students.

"Enough." Clark's words successfully stopped the violence. "To be honest, I don't really agree with your approach. After all, hitting a woman is wrong, even if she is really annoying."

"But I can also understand you, and even understand you, how hard you endure her."

Clark spun around, looking at the Death Eaters in the cells around him.

As he waved his hand, the iron doors in front of these people all opened with a creak.

"It's not her that you endure, it's what she represents.

That's what you've been waiting for, what you seem to be faithfully waiting for to return... Yes, I know you're not waiting for Voldemort, not Tom Riddle, but a hope, a hope that will turn you around. "

Following Clark's speech, the Death Eaters in the surrounding prisons carefully walked out of their cells. They gathered around him and looked at him without saying a word.

"For you, if there is no such hope, you will be here, under the supervision of the Dementors, you will be tortured to death like this!"

Clark sneered.

"So you're like drowning people, clinging to that last straw, which is called Voldemort.

Do you claim to be loyal? Sorry, I didn't see it... All I could see was a bunch of red-eyed gamblers, all the frenzy.

You have endured here for thirteen years, and have been waiting for an opportunity, just to fight for a breath. This breath is not to prove how amazing you are, but to tell everyone that what you have lost must be taken back by yourself! "

All the Death Eaters present, except Bella Tricks, were breathing a little too fast.

Clark's very powerful words almost entered their hearts, but how much of it was true and how much was false, Clark couldn't tell.

But he doesn't care about these, even if these people are just doing superficial work, he has a way to make them real, and respect him like a god.

Because in the next moment, Clark's words made them change color.

"As the people closest to Voldemort, you should know his Horcrux!

Of course, that guy is used to being cautious, and maybe he hides a lot of things from you.

But I want to rely on the forces behind you. Naturally, you should know some news about his backend, right? "

The Death Eaters were all silent, and they were not fools. Many people had already made some guesses based on Voldemort's performance, but they didn't understand why Clark said this.

And soon, the other party revealed the answer,

"I already have three of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

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