Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Sometimes, how easy can it be to destroy a person?

Just let him see all the Chang'an flowers in one night when he was young and angry.

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Crowd scattered

lose face

Changan no

Clark knew that the mere annihilation of the body did not frighten Bellatrix, who had dedicated her life to Voldemort.

But she is still a person, no matter how fanatical her beliefs are, she cannot deny that he still has his own emotions and desires.

She has not truly dedicated her soul and body to become a saint of Voldemort.

So Clark doesn't kill, only kills.

He arranged for Rabastan Lestrange, the person Bellatrix had ever despised the most, to humiliate her to the fullest, and the slap that slapped her away was her pride and her dignity.

But for this, she was powerless.

Even her former husband and former lover, Rodolphus Lestrange, chose to sit on the sidelines, watching her become Clark, the new Dark Lord's sacrifice to shock everyone.

At this moment, Bellatrix's heart, which was not very complete, was completely filled with cracks, and then collapsed suddenly.

Her hair was loose, her face was covered in blood, her cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, her mouth was laughing wildly, and her eyes were completely lost.

But Clark just waved, and the bright red mist fell, and she actually returned to her original state.

But what greeted her was just another round of beatings from her brother-in-law.

This time, even among the surrounding Death Eaters, there were a few people who couldn't stand it anymore.

As the so-called killing is no more than a no-brainer, Clark let Rabastan Lestrange vent his anger on Bellatrix, which is also true.

But the infinite reincarnation behavior of repeated humiliation, cure, humiliation, and cure has indeed become a very cruel mental torture.

Some of the surrounding Death Eaters even showed a heartfelt expression, as if some things hurt others.

Clark certainly found this out too.

"I know some of you feel that I, like Voldemort, try to rule you with fear and threat.

But what I want to say is, as I told Rabastan Lestrange, as I directed him to do, I tell you all the time. "

He looked around, looking at everyone present.

"I didn't come to make swordsmen in the world, I didn't come to spread death and fear, I'm not the same as Voldemort!

I am here to give you sublimation and liberation, so that you may not be in constant fear all day long, so that you may enjoy rights and freedom under the sun. "

Everyone was moved by Clark's words. Only after more than ten years of imprisonment in Azkaban did they understand how precious what Clark said was.

"So, give me your loyalty, you surrender to me, and I will give you everything you want, yes, this is just a deal, and a new model different from Voldemort, more suitable for pure blood wizards new mode.

All for the greater good!"

Clark's bewitching words were matched with a clear slap on the side, causing all the Death Eaters present to look at each other.

And with his scolding, "Kneel down!"

A unkempt Death Eater first knelt down hesitantly, then the second, and gradually they fell to the ground faster and faster, and fewer and fewer people were standing.

But after a while, in front of Clark, there was no one standing Death Eater.

They surrounded him and fell to their knees. Even Rabastan Lestrange, who was busy with revenge, was no exception. He was even the most fanatical one looking at Clark.

A big stick hit Bellatrix, Voldemort's die-hard fan.

A sweet date, tossed to the least regarded Rabastan Lestrange to make him a facelift.

Combining intimidation and profit, he temporarily overcame this group of Death Eaters trapped in Azkaban.

However, Clark also understands that this is really only "temporary", and he can only pass the first test now.

These Death Eaters are all **** thugs, and now their surrender, in addition to the threat of Clark himself, is more because of their long prison life, which has drained their magic and spirit.

It's as if a bunch of ruthless beasts are starved to the point where they don't even have the strength to bite, but that doesn't mean they don't eat meat.

Once they recover and regain their strength, the arrogance and arrogance brought about by the growth of their strength will definitely make them try again to attack Clark's leadership.

Of course, in the process, Clark naturally had the confidence to completely subdue them.

After all, he is a [Psion]. When it comes to playing with people's hearts, who in this world can compare to him.

"Get up."

Clark waved his hand, and the Death Eaters who were kneeling on the ground all stood up after hearing what they said.

"In the future, you will all be my brothers and sisters. After joining this big family, except for the first time you need to kneel to me and offer your loyalty, no one can make you kneel.

Of course, that kind of stamping on mules and horses is no more here! "

He waved his hand, as if to drive away some pesky fly, and the Dark Marks on the Death Eaters were visible.

The next moment, they only felt a sharp pain like gouging out flesh, and everyone's dark mark disappeared, in exchange, a sense of lightness that went straight to their hearts.

It was at this moment that Rabastan Lestrange suddenly stood up and applauded vigorously.

"Okay! Great! Long live the mysterious man!"

With one person taking the lead, the rest of the Death Eaters naturally applauded and cheered.

"Master, what should I do with this guy?"

Rabastan pulled Bellatrix by the hair, making her look up, revealing her loser face.

"What do you think?"

Clark looked at her and looked around again.

"Since you are following me, you must learn to understand my habits.

Unlike Voldemort's homeless dog, I don't pay attention to any words here, you can provide me with your opinions, no matter good or bad, I will not punish. "

Some of the smarter Death Eaters fell into contemplation when they heard the words, and at this time Rabastan said excitedly: "If that's the case, then we will stab him one by one as proof of a complete break with the past!"

In his opinion, this is the fastest way to prove his loyalty.

As for this guy being his sister-in-law, it doesn't matter, anyway, the Black family is broken, and Bellatrix's family can't trouble them.

As for his brother, it would be good to find another one at that time. Anyway, the two have no children.

Facts have proved that the brothers are indeed of the same mind. After hesitating for a while, his brother Rodolphus Lestrange came to the same conclusion. 's brother.

The rest of the Death Eaters naturally wouldn't open their mouths if they didn't stop them, but there were still smart people who put forward their own opinions.

"We don't object to killing her, but you must have heard what your lord said just now. This guy still has a Horcrux of Voldemort in his hands."

As he spoke, he looked at Clark's face and found that the other party had a smile on his face, so he continued to speak with confidence.

"Even if we want to get rid of him, I think we'll have to wait until we get the Horcrux over."

Clark nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at him again, "You are... Antonin Dolokhov, I remember correctly."

This Antonin Dolokhov had a long, pale, twisted face, dark skin, and a round body, which made him look very ferocious.

Seeing Clark talking to him, he immediately nodded and leaned forward.

"That's right, it's me. Your memory is really good."

Could it be okay, Clark looked at the face in front of him, it was the guy who, along with four other Death Eaters, murdered brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewett in the First Wizarding War , namely Clark's father and uncle.

In front of the enemy who killed his father, Clark was extraordinarily calm. Anyway, he had already sentenced him to death in his heart, so let him live a little longer.

After all, punishing them without teaching them is called abuse; teaching them without transforming them and punishing them is called the kingly way.

"You're right, I do still need that Hufflepuff gold cup. Besides, she's still Rodolphus Lestrange's wife after all, so it's up to him to arrange what to do with her."

Hearing this, Rodolphus Lestrange responded quickly, "I have no opinion, everything is up to the adults."

Clark glanced at him after hearing the words, "Are you sure?"

Rodolphus Lestrange nodded quickly.

He then walked in front of Bellatrix. At this time, this guy had been insane due to the continuous blows of Rabastan. When he saw someone approaching, he immediately showed his fierceness.

Seeing that she still dared to bark, Rabastan raised his hand to fight, but was stopped by Clark.

"Good, as long as you are obedient, you don't need to be beaten."

Following his words, a chilling scene appeared, the fierce expression on Bellatrix's face suddenly disappeared, and then he fell asleep obediently.

"Okay, a little trouble solved."

Clark stood up, and the Antonin Dolokhov immediately leaned forward in a dog-legged manner and praised pompously.

"Sir, you are really amazing!"

"It's alright, little mind."

Clark seemed satisfied with his flattery when Antonin asked again tentatively.

"My lord, what shall we do next? Do I need to contact those comrades who are not in Azkaban and ask them to meet you?"

"That's not in a hurry," Clark waved. "Before arranging the next step, let's take care of a mouse hidden in the corner."

"Rats?" Antonin asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, a little mouse from the Ministry of Magic, standing on the stairs around the corner, listening to us word for word.

Go, Orville, and invite that colleague of yours. "

Clark's words took the Death Eaters by surprise, as did old Peter, who had been eavesdropping in the corner.

He didn't expect that these people had discovered him long ago.

It's just that he had no chance to hide. As a dull footstep approached, old Peter's colleague, the young Orville, appeared in front of him.

"How will you be here?"

Seeing his colleague, old Peter was also surprised.

Although Orville was a young man, old Peter always knew that he had always been very shy and introverted, and he never thought that he would get mixed up with a group of vicious Death Eaters.

"Orville, hurry up and invite your colleague over, or they will say that we are not polite."

Clark's gentle voice came through the corridor, and Orville motioned for old Peter to hurry over.

Old Peter limped up the steps, clutching his wand as old as he was, despite his nervousness to death, his whole body shaking violently.

The bright moon outside the window was now covered by dark clouds, but the corridor was still filled with a warm red light, but this bright light did not make Old Peter feel any warmer.

He walked tremblingly to the red-robed man known as the "Mysterious Man", wanting to scold him stubbornly, like a hero. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

However, the next moment, when the man raised his head and looked at him, a pair of red eyes occupied all his vision, and then, it was overwhelming, as if a sea of ​​blood was hitting him.

Then he became ignorant.

At the same time, more than two hundred miles away, a boy named Harry Potter suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"what!"

On the large velvet bed, Harry lay upright, panting, as if he had just finished a marathon.

He had just woken up from a very vivid dream, his hands involuntarily placed on his forehead and pressed tightly to his face.

Beneath his fingers, the famous lightning-bolt-shaped scar was burning with pain, as if someone had just pressed a hot wire against his skin.

He sat up, clutching the scar with one hand, and groping in the dark with the other for the glasses on the nightstand.

When I put on my glasses, the scene in the bedroom gradually became clearer.

The bright moonlight outside the window through the tulle-like curtains enveloped the large bedroom with a hazy silver-white soft light.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, and while the pain was still severe, it was no longer unbearable.

He reached out and turned on the old-fashioned lamp beside him, wanting to get up and get out of bed to look in the mirror to see what the scar on his forehead was about.

But when his feet stepped on the soft and comfortable wool carpet, he recovered from the drowsiness he had just woken up from, and he was no longer at his uncle and aunt's house.

That's right, he has now lived in Clark's house, a castle belonging to the Prewett family.

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