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As if dragging a dead fish, Devereux used his huge green palms to grab the mermaid leader's water-weed-like hair and pull him up.

Her body twisted in pain, and her tail slapped the cold lake surface, making a dull "snap" sound.

With his other hand, Devereux held the wand and put it coldly against her throat, his tone as sharp as a knife.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

A green light flashed, and the mermaid leader's throat immediately made a strange clicking sound. Her tongue was firmly stuck to the roof of her mouth by magic, and the sound turned into a low whimper. Anger and fear were intertwined in her eyes.

A sneer curled up at the corner of Devereaux's lips, with an expression of undisguised mockery and threat on his face.

He bent down slightly, approached her face, and spoke in a low and fierce tone.

"Listen, Fishhead. You can still breathe now, not because I'm soft on you, but because I think you bubble-spitting wastes have some economic value - you can earn some pocket money for Hogwarts. So, next, get your bearings and stop yelling.”

He paused and pushed the wand forward slightly, pressing the mermaid leader so hard that he could hardly breathe.

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether your little head will return to the lake intact."

Devereaux's voice was like a knife cutting across the ice, sending a chill straight to the heart.

He glared at her as fiercely as possible, trying to make her understand who controlled the rules of this game.

However, what is surprising is that this suppressed leader still dared to struggle!

Her hands shot up, her sharp nails clawing straight at Devereux's face.

"Heh, he has quite a temper."

Devereaux snorted coldly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

He flicked her away casually and threw her out like trash.

The mermaid leader's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily onto the frozen lake, making a muffled "bang" sound.

Her tail twitched violently, large scales were torn off violently, and blue blood slowly flowed along the ice, like a strange painting.

"Heh, sure."

Devereaux walked slowly over, looking down at her as if she were a damaged piece of merchandise.

"You have such a temper? Okay, then I will give you some tricks to let you know what the rules are."

A chilling sneer appeared on Devereux's face, and his eyes swept across the surrounding mermaid tribesmen who had been frozen into ice sculptures like knives.

He glanced back casually and found Dumbledore turning his face to the other side leisurely and whistling gently, as if the bloody scene in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Oh……"

Devereux's smile suddenly became more ferocious, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

Of course he understood what Dumbledore's attitude meant - it was a kind of tacit permission, even indulgence.

If that's the case, then he doesn't need to have any worries anymore.

The mermaid leader on the ground was still struggling. She tried with all her strength to pull her tongue out, trying to free herself from the confinement of the spell so that she could use the unique singing spell of their race to fight back.

But Devereux didn't give her any chance.

"To be honest, I have never found a suitable opportunity to practice this spell."

His tone was as frivolous as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, but the coldness in his eyes made people shiver down their spines.

The next second, he waved his wand violently, with undisguised cruelty in his voice.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

A dazzling red light hit the mermaid leader lying on the ground.

Almost instantly, her body began to twitch violently, as if it was being burned by invisible flames, or as if countless spikes were piercing out of her internal organs.

"U-U-U!"

Intermittent sobs came from her throat, so painful that even her voice became broken.

The blocked mouth prevented her from screaming loudly, and she could only moan indistinctly.

The sound was like a cry being suppressed underwater, with a suffocating despair.

Her body rolled wildly on the ice, and her tail slapped the ground desperately, making a muffled sound.

Blue blood seeped out from between the torn scales of her tail, quickly spreading across the ice.

Devereaux licked his lips, the ferocious light in his eyes and the horrifying angle of his mouth made people tremble in their hearts.

"Isn't this okay?"

He whispered, his voice dripping with mockery and contempt.

"Don't worry, there's still something else to do - cut out the bones!"

He waved his wand violently, with crisp movements, like a battle-hardened executioner.

And that red light accurately hit the mermaid leader's body again, immediately triggering an even more violent reaction.

The leader's body jerked violently, as if being penetrated by invisible electricity, and his tail slapped the ice crazily, making a deafening "bang bang" sound.

The ice was covered with scales peeling off her body, each one stained with sticky blue blood.

"Do you still want to sing? Huh?"

Devereux stepped closer, his tone seemed to be teasing, but also interrogating.

Every step he took left clear footprints on the ice, and the sound of his footsteps was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

The mermaid leader had lost all her strength at this moment. Her body lay helplessly on the ground, her tail twitching slightly, like a last struggle.

Her face was covered with traces of tears and blue blood, and her eyes were round, revealing extreme fear and despair.

Her eyes were fixed on Devereaux, as if begging for mercy but filled with fear of his next move.

Devereux leaned down and looked down at her, with that frightening smile still hanging on his lips.

He poked her face gently with his wand, as if teasing a dying fish.

Devereaux shook his head slightly and made a "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk" sound, as if he was regretting something.

He slowly approached the mermaid leader and knelt down with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"It seems I was a little too harsh,"

He drawled, his voice filled with false concern.

"Are you okay, my dear leader of the mermaid tribe?"

He stretched out his huge green palm and gently brushed the leader's wet green hair as if to comfort him.

The movement was so incredibly gentle that even the mermaid leader was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the leader had long lost the arrogance he had just now, and was trembling all over. His tail was pressed against the ice and he did not dare to move.

Her eyes were full of fear, like a little beast forced into a desperate situation by a hunter. How could she still have half of the arrogance and majesty she had before?

Devereaux looked at her appearance with satisfaction, and his smile deepened, like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

He nodded, his tone brisk as if praising an obedient pet.

"Well, that's good. Be good, be good, and I won't treat you like this again."

After hearing these words, the leader lowered his guard a little.

She raised her head cautiously and looked at Devereux with eyes full of pain and fear, as if testing his sincerity.

However, just as she showed a glimmer of hope, the smile on Devereaux's face suddenly turned nasty.

There was a flash of malice in his eyes, and the curve of his mouth was as sharp as a blade.

“I lied to you—cut out the heart and bones!”

Along with his cold spell, a red light hit the mermaid leader's body again.

This time, her reaction was even more violent, her whole body twisting wildly as if being torn apart by countless sharp knives.

Her tail slapped the ice hard, making a harsh "Pah! Pah!" sound, and blue blood splashed everywhere, even staining Devereux's shoes.

Her hands and feet had completely lost control, twitching wildly like a fish being electrocuted.

"ah--"

The voice coming out of her throat was hoarse and weak, like rags swaying in the wind, and no longer had the same momentum as before.

As the pain continued, her eyes gradually became blurred, foam began to spit out from the corners of her mouth, and her body collapsed on the ice like a rag.

Those eyes that were once full of majesty were now filled with despair and emptiness.

Devereaux squinted his eyes, with a cheerful smile on his face, and his tone was frivolous and a bit joking.

"Oh, to be honest, if you hadn't taken me as a hostage just now, you could have escaped this time. It's a pity, people and horses know not to trade with foals. You don't even understand this, so of course you have to teach me a lesson. one time."

As he spoke, he flicked his wand gently, as if brushing away some irrelevant dust.

The mermaid leader was lying on the ice, his whole body still twitching slightly, and the blue blood spread out into strange patterns on the ice.

Her eyes were full of pain and fear, but she couldn't even form a complete sentence.

Devereux glanced at her and exhaled a long breath, as if he had completed a difficult task.

He didn't cast any more spells, and the wand in his hand slowly lowered.

Originally, Devereaux wanted to train this leader to be the leader in rectifying the mermaid clan and promoting commercialization, but he could not let her become an idiot easily.

(First update!)

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