Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"No! You are not worthy!"

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

And after yelling this sentence, she limply on the ground and let out a smirk, as if she had completely entered the bad stage.

Although she was about to lose her mind, she knew that the red-haired guy in red would not let her go.

After all, she has been with Voldemort for so long, if it is her own master who faces this situation, fear and killing are the best ways to win people's hearts.

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

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

Instead, he smiled and waved his hand, a bright red mist drifted out from his fingertips, and slowly fell on Bella Trix.

Seeing this situation, everyone thought that Clark was going to kill Bella, a rebel. Even Bella's husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, was nervously grabbing the fence railing, wanting to do something for Bella. The wife pleads.

However, to everyone's surprise, the red mist didn't hurt Bella at all, instead, it quickly penetrated into her body after touching her skin.

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

Her originally rapid breathing became much calmer, her pale skin began to appear a little rosy, her lips and nails regained their blood color, and even her originally withered and yellow hair became soft and shiny again.

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

Her pupils that were on the verge of dilating regained their spirits, and an invisible, cold and strange force rushed directly into her brain, like the gentlest fingers, soothing her body that was on the verge of collapse due to the long-term imprisonment. soul.

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

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

There has always been a slap in the face to give a sweet date, but this is not a slap, so why did you give a sweet date.

"You don't think you can subdue me by being kind to me, do you? It's just wishful thinking!" Bella struggled to stand up while leaning on the railing, and looked at Clark with a sneer.

The people around were also watching with cold eyes. To these villains and scum, Clark's behavior just now did indeed have a hint of weakness in it.

For the wicked, kindness often means weakness and bullying.

However, Clark's next move was even more puzzling. Facing Bella who had recovered and tried to provoke him, instead of punishing him, he waved his hand and imprisoned Rodolphus Lai again. The door to Strange's cell opens.

"Rodolphs, kill him!" Bella watched her husband get out of trouble, without seriously thinking about what Clark's purpose was, and yelled 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 looking at him with a smile through the open prison door, In an instant, it seemed as if a basin of cold water poured 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, all the muscles in his body trembled, and he didn't obey his orders at all.

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

"I'm going to die! I'm really going to die!"

Every cell in his body seems to be screaming at this moment,

Prevent Rodolphus Lestrange from making his next move.

A large amount of incomprehensible, terrifying, and evil information poured into his brain through those bright red eyes, radiating and polluting his soul like an abyss.

"Rodolphs, why are you still hesitating, kill him!" Bella's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, but Rodolphs Lestrange completely lost his voice.

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

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

A thought suddenly appeared in Rodolphus Lestrange's mind. He looked at this man in fear, not daring to take a step closer.

"Your wife is calling you." Clark looked at him, smiled and said, "Aren't you talking to her?"

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

"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 hard!"

Bella grabbed his neckline with both hands and shook him vigorously, spraying all the saliva from her mouth onto his face.

Rodolphus Lestrange just stared blankly at his wife who was chattering to him, feeling the delayed look in his eyes, and suddenly felt that his mind had never been so clear as today.

It was as if all the negative emotions, those fears, fears, worries, and anxieties had left him at this moment, allowing him to start thinking and weighing the pros and cons like a cold machine.

For so many years, he knew that his wife was following Voldemort so obsessively that she even wanted to marry that bastard.

And he has always turned a blind eye to his wife's various absurd behaviors, because deep down, he is actually full of fear of Voldemort.

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

He firmly believed that if one day he turned his back on Voldemort, Bella Trix would definitely take the traitor's skin off him without the Dark Lord's action.

It was out of this fear that he called Voldemort "our common leader" and used self-hypnosis to convince himself that he also fanatically worshiped Voldemort.

However, under the influence of Clark's psychic powers, Rodolphs, who faced his own heart, could no longer convince himself like this.

"Snapped!"

Crisp slaps echoed throughout the corridors on the fourth floor of Azkaban, and on Bella Trix's pale cheeks, a red slap print with five distinct fingers emerged in an unstoppable gesture. .

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

How dare he hit 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 also famous for his fear and the big green hat worn by Voldemort.

None of the Death Eaters present knew whether Bella and Voldemort had a relationship beyond friendship.

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 is difficult to have any good words in their mouths, and there are always obscene and strange laughter.

But even as the gossip spread among the Death Eaters, they were surprised to find that Rodolphus Lestrange hadn't reacted to it.

Because of this, these Death Eaters all said to him in private, "Great", you know, not all men can be indifferent to their wives' pornographic news.

Although due to cultural customs, British wizards don't pay much attention to this aspect, but it is one thing to happen in the dark, but it is another thing to put it on the surface.

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

But what do they see now? Rodolphus Lestrange slapped Bella Trix so badly!

It was like the sun was coming out in the west. Wasn't he afraid of Bella Trix, and Voldemort behind her to blame?

Bella Trix seemed to think the same way. After so many years of domineering, she had already forgotten that the only man in front of her was her husband.

"How dare you hit me!"

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

"Snapped!"

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

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

The two consecutive slaps seemed to have channeled out his pent-up resentment, and the pleasure brought by the use of violence made the evil thoughts in his heart grow wild like weeds.

Rodolphus Lestrange seemed to be still angry, and slapped him with his backhand a few more times.

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

While beating, he was also muttering.

"I have endured you for a long time."

"Damn, what are you."

"Do you think you're amazing?"

"I tell you to shut up! Shut up! Why don't you listen?"

Even the old Peter who was hiding at the corner of the stairs couldn't stand such a violent move, but he had to admit that this kind of thing looked really cool.

None of the people in the surrounding prison spoke to dissuade them, even though they all knew that Bella Trix might be Voldemort's old friend.

Death Eaters have no loyalty, 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 strength, and once there is a stronger, more cruel and ruthless existence than him, their loyalty will be thinner than paper, and the fragile ones are not even as good as chastity. Knees are as soft as noodles.

So, while Clark was standing by and watching with a smile, these 'loyal followers of Voldemort' who were imprisoned in Azkaban just stood quietly and calmly watched Rodolphs frantically tormenting Bella... Trix - Voldemort's most loyal follower.

It acted as if they were a bunch of harmless Hogwarts first years.

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

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

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

With a wave of his hand, the iron doors in front of these people opened with a "squeak".

"It's not her you're putting up with, it's what she represents.

That's what you've been looking forward to, something that seems to be faithfully waiting to return... Yes, I know what you're waiting for is not Voldemort, not Tom Riddle, but a hope, a hope that can 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 tortured to death here, under the supervision of dementors!"

Clark sneered.

"So you are like drowning people, clinging to this last straw, the name of this straw is - Voldemort.

You claim to be loyal? Sorry, I didn't see it... All I could see was a group of red-eyed gamblers, desperate for everything.

You have endured here for thirteen years, and you have been waiting for an opportunity, just to win your breath. This breath is not to prove how great you are, but to tell everyone that you must get back what you have lost! "

All the Death Eaters present, except for Bella Trix, were all short of breath.

Clark's extremely fanciful words almost reached 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 still has a way to make their fakes become real, and respect him like a god.

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

"As those closest to Voldemort, you should know about his Horcruxes!

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

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

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

And soon, the other party revealed the answer,

"I already have three of Voldemort's Horcruxes in my hands."

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