Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

In the deep and quiet corridor on the fourth floor of Azkaban, the dim red light was projected on the turquoise rock walls, sparkling like waves rolling in the sea.

Clutching his wand tightly in his hand, Old Peter stuck his whole body against the cold wall at the corner of the stairs, poking his head out secretly, looking into the depths of the corridor.

With the help of the fluctuating red light and the bright moonlight shining in from the window, he can now see that in a cell next to the corridor, a blood-red crystal gem the size of a fist is blooming with a strange light.

This made him very surprised, how could such a thing appear in the prison of Azkaban?

Old Peter lowered his breathing, squinted his eyes, trying to see more clearly.

At the same time, with the spread of the strange light, a deep dark force gradually enveloped the space.

Old Peter was surprised to find that the bodies of those tenacious little creatures hiding in the cracks and corners of the walls, such as Loba worms, carnivorous slugs, bandems and hairy crabs, gradually began to wither and die.

Just like that, their vitality disappeared into the darkness, and the darkness that once protected them turned into a murderer at this moment, taking their lives backhanded.

However, these fragmentary little lives don't seem to be able to satisfy the appetite of that blood gem.

It is like a baby waiting to be fed, infinitely thirsting for more life force and more fresh sacrifices.

And in the prison on the left side opposite it, the well-known Death Eater Rabastan Lestrange was imprisoned.

Rabastan in the prison was filthy all over, his cheeks were pale and emaciated under his messy black hair.

After Voldemort lost power, this Death Eater was sentenced to life imprisonment by the Ministry of Magic for torturing the Longbottoms with the Cruciatus Curse and asking about Voldemort's whereabouts with his brother and sister-in-law.

But this guy is playing with a toad at this time. Since he was imprisoned, the big mouth of this animal is the only game he can vent his madness and despair.

The movement made by this blood gem attracted the attention of most prisoners, but Rabastan just yelled:

"How long will this ghost thing be like this? It's been a month. If this continues, people from the Ministry of Magic will definitely find out."

However, after only yelling a few words, Rabastan wisely shut his mouth.

Because his most fearful sister-in-law, Bellatrix Lestrange, was looking at the blood gem with fanaticism.

"Shut up! This is Lord Voldemort, he is here to kill us! I knew that Lord Voldemort may lose briefly, but he will never lose against those mudbloods!"

Bella's sharp voice directly reached the ears of old Peter who was hiding aside.

Mystery man! That gem!

The old wizard's heart was shaking wildly. Even though he was old and his mind was not clear, he still knew what the name meant.

Old Peter, who suddenly heard such breaking news, almost subconsciously seemed to run away. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, but he still knows how to protect himself wisely.

Just looking at the blood gem in the distance, another thought sprouted from his heart.

That gem must be very valuable, it should be the treasure that the mysterious man sent in to rescue his subordinates, if you can snatch it...

No! No! No! That's the mysterious person's stuff, it's too dangerous, let's leave first!

What danger can there be, those prisoners are locked in cells, they don't even have wands, they have been hungry for so long, their spirits are depressed, and they have no fighting power. I just need to lean over and wave my wand...

Greedy desires grew wildly in Old Peter's heart like weeds.

He has no children, his parents have passed away long ago, he has no brothers and sisters, and he is alone.

If you retire like this,

In the days to come, what should he live on? Relying on the little pension from the Ministry of Magic?

The crimson light shone on Old Peter's face, making his pupils red.

After a month of brewing, the blood gem's light became brighter and brighter. On this night, everything seemed to be coming to fruition.

Labastan, who lowered his head, was surprised to find that the toad in his hand had lost its life.

In the shadow of the prison where the moonlight could not shine, there seemed to be something that was absorbing its vitality. The corpse of this fragile little creature quickly withered into a rascal.

And as the life of this little thing was absorbed, Rabastan also clearly felt that the darkness around him seemed to be much thicker, and an inexplicable coldness enveloped his body.

"Brother, there seems to be something wrong with this situation!"

He shouted loudly to his elder brother next door to the prison, but the voice became smaller and weaker, and the remaining energy in the body that was on the verge of exhaustion due to long-term prison life was evident. disappears in the passage of time.

The speed of the energy drain was so fast that Rabastan didn't have time to notice it, so he sat down softly leaning against the iron railing of the prison.

"breathe……"

Labastan was breathing hard, but he couldn't absorb any oxygen from the surrounding air. The short-term lack of oxygen had already made him feel like his brain was blank, and the warmth between his mouth and nose seemed to be sucked away by the surrounding darkness.

A kind of numbness different from a dementor's kiss gradually controlled him. On the outside, his skin was so pale that the blue-black blood vessels underneath could be seen. The piece is chapped.

In the blurred vision when he was about to suffocate, Rabastan, who was stuck on the fence, saw that in the room diagonally opposite, the blood gem finally started the next change after absorbing enough life energy.

The originally hard crystal material now has the texture of half-crystal stone and half-flesh, and it squirms and expands rapidly at the frequency of breathing and breathing, like a huge crystal meat mass, proliferating and growing, which looks weird and beautiful.

Its fresh and beautiful color even made people have a strong urge to rush up and take a bite, and many prisoners in the cell unconsciously drooled.

However, for Rabastan, the swollen meat ball revealed an indescribable horror from top to bottom, and even the surrounding air seemed to have the same texture as the meat ball.

The existence that was originally difficult to breathe, now scrambled to get into his nasal cavity and mouth, all the way into his lungs and his stomach.

The weird feeling of living things wriggling in the stomach and lungs directly stimulated his body to twitch slightly...

"Rabastan!"

Rabastan Lestrange's older brother, Rodolphus Lestrange, was the first to notice that something was wrong with his brother.

From his point of view, one can see Rabastan's profile sticking out of the fence, which is pale and terrifying at the moment, and the original gloomy eyes have completely lost focus, as if there is an indescribable fear that completely dominates his mind. .

Rodolphus Lestrange cried out, "Rabastan!"

But he found that his younger brother didn't respond to the stimulation of external sounds at all, and the vitality of human beings seemed to be leaving him.

A cold and deathly breath wrapped around him like tentacles, and then pulled away, taking away the last bit of human warmth from the Death Eater, leaving only a cold and stiff , like the remains of a corpse.

"Bella! Come on, what happened to Rabastan?" Rodolphus Lestrange called out to his wife nervously.

It's just that Bella is staring intently at the cell opposite, the blood gem has swelled into a giant egg half as tall as a person, and the transparent shell made of crystal is dotted with stars, forming a beautiful and Mysterious floral pattern.

Labastan Lestrange's unfocused eyes also stared directly at the giant egg, as if his soul was drawn away by it.

His lips were so pale that there was no blood, and his eyes were black and blue like the dregs of medicine that had been squeezed dry. As he breathed, a gust of frost gradually covered his upper lip and between his mouth and nose.

It was clearly midsummer, and a thick white mist was ejected from his mouth along with his breath, and condensed into ice slag on the iron fence.

He was twitching and trembling, and Rodolphs stared at him nervously, fearing that his brother's soul would break out of this body any second.

The old Peter who was hiding in the corner also saw this terrifying scene, and only then did he realize that in the room where the giant egg was located, there was already a short and skinny corpse quietly fell to the ground.

At this time, the light that bloomed on the bright red giant egg also completely subsided, and the originally crystal clear crystal eggshell also began to become dull, and finally even completely lost its luster.

It was as if a terrifying existence devouring the surrounding light appeared in the eggshell, and even the brightness in the prison dropped a lot.

A blurry shadow was reflected on the eggshell, like looking at flowers through fog, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Bella ignored her companions, her mouth was wide open, her eyes were full of expectation.

The next moment, a crack appeared on the solid eggshell accompanied by a "click".

Then, a slender fist that looked like it was carved from white jade broke through the egg shell and stretched out to the sky from the inside.

"Master! Is it you, master!" Bella shouted excitedly.

The sound of the eggshell cracking was endless, and the red light in the opposite room also completely dissipated, and the darkness became deeper. A shadow that was much taller than ordinary people broke the eggshell like this, and slowly appeared in her field of vision. inside.

Although it is only a shadow, it can still be seen that he has the most perfect body of an adult male, his solid arms and inverted triangle body can make countless women crazy at any time.

Bella was no exception, her throat was already hoarse from shouting, and the shadow finally turned around slowly amidst her calling.

In the deep and inexplicable darkness, a pair of eyes as bright as the blazing sun met her...

"Ahhh!" Bella Trix Lestrange knelt down on the ground, clutching her head in pain.

Just looking at each other, she felt a powerful spiritual force rushing into her mind very violently.

That feeling was very uncomfortable, as if a cold and slippery octopus tentacles had protruded into his head, and it could even be said to be something cold, chaotic, dark, and extremely evil.

They waved in her mind to stir her memories, whispered to tease her emotions, and the violent mental shock made blood flow from her mouth and nose, but she didn't care about these anymore.

What really frightened her, and what she was eager to dig out of her mind, were the whispers of those indescribable things that entered her mind.

"Surrender to me!"

"Give me your allegiance!"

"Kneel down!"

"I am your master!"

...

Bella Trix Lestrange's facial features were covered with black gore, and her body was shaking violently. The sequelae of being tortured by the dementors had already made her a little crazy.

Rodolphus looked at his wife in horror, and called out to her loudly. This familiar cry seemed to have a little effect, and finally brought her fragile spirit, which had been tortured day and night in Azkaban, from the brink of collapse. Pulled back.

"Stupid mortal, don't try to look directly at your master, learn to be humble..." A strange voice sounded from the shadows.

The figure that almost drove Bella crazy with just one look, finally walked out of the thick and indissoluble darkness after restraining the unintentional fluctuations from his body.

At this time, the prisoners of Azkaban barely broke free from the suffocating darkness that surrounded them. Bella Trix's constantly struggling and trembling body slowly calmed down. No more twitching either.

Only then did they have the energy to take advantage of the moonlight to look at the "master" who had an astonishing appearance when he appeared on the stage.

Rich and fresh, this is the first impression of this guy.

The crimson robe was like a long river of blood, draped over his body, short red hair, red pupils, red lips, paired with dazzling white skin, obviously so gorgeous and vulgar.

On him, it looked so harmonious and elegant, full of vitality.

It looks like your best friend is looking at you with a smile on a bright spring day.

"Liar! You are not my master!" Bella Trix, who was a little sober, almost squeezed out these few words from between her teeth.

She stared resentfully at the handsome and exotic man in front of her.

Yes, apart from the bright red hair color and eyes that are different from ordinary people, this man's face is also somewhat different from that of the British. The proportions of the facial features are softer, and he is more like those Chinese people with a long history.

This appearance really has nothing to do with the Voldemort whom Bella yearns for day and night, because the bright red gem itself was brought in by Clark through Peter Pettigrew.

That's right, this thing is a special creation that belongs to the profession of [Psychic Warlock]—Psicrystal that Clark made through various schemes and even destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux diary when he was in the second grade. .

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