Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

How easy can it be to destroy a person sometimes?

Just let him see all the flowers in Chang'an in one night when he was a teenager in fresh clothes and angry horses.

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Crowd scattered

Lost face

Chang'an Wu

Clark knew that the annihilation of her body alone could not scare Bellatrix, who had given 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 really offered her soul and body together, and has completely become a saint of Voldemort.

So Clark doesn't kill people, he only kills his heart.

He arranged for Labastan Lestrange, the person Bellatrix had looked down on the most, to humiliate her to his heart's content, and what he slapped away was her pride and her dignity.

But for this, she was powerless.

Even her ex-husband and ex-lover, Rodolphus Lestrange, chose to sit on the sidelines and watch her become a sacrifice for Clark, the new Dark Lord, to shock everyone.

At this moment, Bellatrix's not-so-satisfactory heart was completely full of cracks, and then collapsed suddenly.

Her hair was loose, her face was blood-stained, her cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, she let out a maniacal laugh, and her eyes completely lost their spirit.

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

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

At this moment, even some of the Death Eaters around couldn't stand it anymore.

As the saying goes, killing is nothing but nodding, and Clark let Labastan Lestrange vent his anger on Bellatrix, which was also true.

But such an endless cycle of repeated humiliation, healing, humiliation, and healing has indeed become a very cruel spiritual torture.

Some of the Death Eaters around even showed expressions of sympathy, as if something hurt the sympathy of others.

Clark, of course, discovered this too.

"I know some of you feel that I, like Voldemort, is trying to rule you over with fear and threats.

But what I want to say is, as I told Rabastan Lestrange, as I directed him to do, I have been telling you all along. "

He looked around and looked at everyone present.

"I didn't come to set up swords in this world, and 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 will not be in fear all day long, so that you can 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, offer me your allegiance, you surrender to me, and I will bring you everything you want, yes, this is just a deal, and it is also a new model different from Voldemort, more suitable for pure blood wizards new model.

All for the greater good!"

Clark's bewitching words combined with crisp applause made all the Death Eaters present look at each other in blank dismay.

And with his scolding, "Kneel down!"

A disheveled Death Eater fell to his knees hesitantly first, then the second, and gradually they fell to the ground faster and faster, and fewer and fewer people stood.

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

They surrounded him and knelt down on the ground, even Labastan Lestrange, who was busy taking revenge, was no exception. He was even the most fanatical looking at Clark among them.

With a big stick, he hit Bellatrix, Voldemort's diehard fan.

a sweet date,

Throw to the most underappreciated Rabastan Lestrange for a makeover.

Combining intimidation with benefits, he temporarily overwhelmed the group of Death Eaters trapped in Azkaban.

But Clark also understands that this is really only "temporary", and he can only be regarded as passing the first test now.

These Death Eaters are all villains full of bloody hands, and now their surrender, apart from the threat of Clark himself, is more due to the long prison life, which has drained their magic power and spirit.

It's like a group of brutal beasts are too hungry to bite, but that doesn't mean they don't eat meat.

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

Of course, in this process, Clark is naturally confident that he can completely subdue them.

After all, he is a [Psychic]. If it comes to manipulating 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 the words.

"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 will make you kneel down again.

Of course, the act of imprinting mules and horses will never happen here again! "

He waved his hand, as if to drive away some annoying fly, and the Dark Mark on the Death Eaters was clearly visible.

The next moment, they only felt a sharp pain like gouging out flesh. Everyone's Dark Mark disappeared, and what they got in return was a sense of lightness that went straight to their hearts.

At this moment, Labastan Lestrange suddenly stood up and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Okay! That's great, long live the mysterious man!"

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

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

Labastan tugged at Bellatrix's hair, causing her to throw her head back, revealing her loser face.

"What do you think?"

Clark looked at her, then looked around again.

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

Unlike Voldemort's bereaved dog, I don't pay attention to what I say here. You can provide me with your opinions. No matter good or bad, I will not punish you. "

Some of the smarter Death Eaters fell into deep thought when they heard the words, but at this moment Rabastan said excitedly: "In this 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 already ruined, and Bellatrix's natal family can't trouble them.

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

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

They didn't stop their own people, so the remaining Death Eaters naturally wouldn't speak up, but there were still some 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 holds a Horcrux of Voldemort in his hand."

As he spoke, he looked at Clark's face and found that the other party was smiling at this moment, so he continued to speak confidently and boldly.

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

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

This Antonin Dolokhov had a long, pale, distorted face, dark skin, and a big, round figure. He looked very vicious.

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

"That's right, it's me, my lord has a really good memory."

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

In the face of killing his father and enemy, Clark acted extraordinarily calm. Anyway, he had already sentenced him to death in his heart, so let him live a little longer.

After all, punishing people without teaching them is called abuse; teaching them without reforming them is called kingly way.

"You're right. I do still need that Hufflepuff's gold cup. Besides, she is still Rodolphus Lestrange's wife. What to do with her still has to be arranged by him."

Hearing this, Rodolphus Lestrange quickly responded, "I have no objection, everything is up to your lord."

Clark heard him and glanced at him, "Are you sure?"

Rodolphus Lestrange nodded quickly.

So he walked up to Bellatrix, who had already been insane from Rabastan's continuous blows at this time, and when he saw someone approaching, he immediately showed his fierce face.

Labastan dared to bark his teeth when he saw her, and raised his hand to hit her, but was stopped by Clark.

"Hey, as long as you are obedient, you don't have to be beaten."

Accompanied by his words, a chilling scene appeared. The fierce expression on Bellatrix's face suddenly disappeared, and then she fell asleep obediently.

"Okay, a small problem is solved."

Clark stood up, and that Antonin Dolokhov immediately leaned forward very dog-leggedly, and exaggeratedly praised.

"My lord, you are really amazing!"

"It's okay, little boy."

Clark seemed satisfied with his flattery, and Antonin asked tentatively at this time.

"My lord, what shall we do next? Do you need me to contact those companions who are not in Azkaban and let them come to see you?"

"That's not in a hurry," Clark waved his hand. "Before we make plans for the next step, let's deal with a mouse hiding in a corner."

"Rat?" Antonin asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, a little mouse from the Ministry of Magic is standing on the stairs around the corner, listening to us every word we have to say.

Go ahead, Orville, and get that colleague of yours over here. "

Clark's words surprised these Death Eaters, and they were equally surprised by Old Peter who had been hiding in the corner and eavesdropping.

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

It's just that he has no chance to hide, and with the sound of dull footsteps approaching, old Peter's colleague, that is, the young Orville, appeared in front of him.

"How will you be here?"

Old Peter was also taken aback when he saw his colleague.

Although Orville was a young man, old Peter had always known that he had always been very shy and introverted. He didn't expect that he would get mixed up with a group of vicious Death Eaters.

"Orville, hurry up and ask your colleague to come over, otherwise people will say that we are not polite."

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

Old Peter limped up the steps, clutching his wand as old as himself, though he was dying of nervousness and trembling all over.

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

Tremblingly, he walked up to the man in the red robe called "Mysterious Man", wanting to scold him forcefully, like a hero.

However, the next moment, when the man raised his head and looked at him, a pair of red eyes occupied all his field of vision, and then, it was overwhelming, as if a vast ocean of blood hit him head and face.

Then he disappeared.

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

"ah!"

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

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

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

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, and fumbling with the other in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table.

After putting on the glasses, the scenery in the bedroom gradually became clearer.

The bright moonlight outside the window penetrated the tulle-like curtains, covering the spacious bedroom with a hazy silver-white soft light.

Harry touched the scar again with his fingers. Although the pain was still severe, it was no longer unbearable.

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

But when his feet stepped on the soft and comfortable woolen carpet, he just recovered from the drowsiness of getting up, and he was no longer at the house of his uncle and aunt.

That's right, he was already living in Clark's house, a castle belonging to the Prewett family.

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