Outside the door, seeing the emblem on the high platform and the spell solver Hendry, who was trapped in a vision, and after seeing him cut off his hand in a trance, gouge out one of his eyes, and kneel on the ground, allowing the blood on his body to flow backwards into the altar, Voldemort frowned and turned his gaze to the other spell breakers who were hiding like quails, and shook his head slightly.

After a moment of contemplation, the Dark Lord turned his gaze back to Yaxley, who was silent, he raised his big pale finger to the broken door, and indifferently ordered: "Yaxley, your will is stronger than these useless things, go in." ”

"Master—" Jaxley looked up in astonishment, sweating on his forehead under Voldemort's gaze, but he didn't dare to find an excuse to refuse.

Bellatrix, with his knowledge of the Dark Lord, said in a sharp voice: "Cowards don't understand, as long as you have enough will, you won't fall into madness when you see that thing!"

"Master, Mr. Yaxley, his usual tone... It seems that it is much more capable than him, so let me go?" Snape sneered disdainfully, and stood up and took the initiative to ask for his life: Snape also made a judgment in his heart, the Dark Lord probably wanted people to test the strength of this trap, and understood that those weak spell solvers could not fight the strength of this illusion before Yaxley tried it- The Death Eaters, who had come with England, had rarely been wasted too casually by Voldemort lately, and since the Dark Lord had not considered any other way now, it meant that judging by his knowledge, there was still hope for such a trap for those of them.

"I know your faithfulness, dear Severus. Voldemort's Vicna Eye bulged out in its sockets and stared at Yaxley, which made his face look even more terrifying, "Severus, since you are willing to pay for your master, then I allow you to go together..."

"Yes, master. ”

Snape didn't hesitate, and walked straight inside the door without moving, and Yaxley didn't dare to speak again, just hung his head and followed, but slowed down a little cunningly, and followed behind Snape.

The two of them also found that the environment was distorted when they entered the room, but after Snape's wand cast a guiding charm, the two approached the platform much faster than Hendry, and the two of them noticed that the spell solver on the platform was still bleeding, maintaining an expression as if he had seen a scene that terrified him, his widening eyes were filled with fear without focus, and cold sweat slid down his trembling cheeks.

Neither of the Death Eaters made any quick moves to wake him up or make any gestures to help him, Snape raised his wand, and after walking around the platform, he looked at the unfamiliar characters carved on the platform: "Foolish and savage sacrificial spells... Ready to get started?"

"Severus, what are you going to do?!

Snape ignored him, directing the fluorescent light to the center of the platform.

"Wait! your recklessness will kill us both..."

Yaxley stopped shouting, the eyes of the huge sigil rune on the altar had taken over his eyes, and his body froze, a scarlet and scream flashing through his mind, but compared to the previous spell breaker.

Soon, however, Snape quickly got rid of the illusion, but his eyes looked a little weaker, and after this brief trial, his perspective had regained his perspective, except for the unsettling feeling of the altar statue itself, everything around him was laid out as it should have been, and nothing was still twisted and absurd.

Yaxley was still trapped in the environment, but compared to poor Hendry, he didn't do any self-harm to his arms or eyeballs.

Seeing Snape's appearance, Voldemort snorted coldly and walked in: "Nagini stays outside." ”

Outside the door, except for the big snake, everyone else could only enter the door one after another after hearing Voldemort's explanation, and the fluorescence on the tip of their wands did not throw out, but gathered together, illuminating a large area - although Voldemort and the new subordinates, when their eyes touched the mark on the altar, they all fell into a vision.

It's just that Voldemort, who had been prepared to fight the illusion, didn't fall into it under the protection of his prosthetic limbs and prosthetic eyes that suddenly reacted after staring at the emblem, and his perspective has been in a normal state since he entered the room - this kind of display of connection with Vic made the corners of the Dark Lord's mouth roll, and he was sure that the ruins that Malfoy had inquired about were really in the right place.

And his subordinates like Bellatrix, Rudolphus and the like quickly regained their senses shortly after, Alecto and the like seem to be still immersed in it, and even worse, some people have already begun to plan to follow Hendry; although Lucius is much stronger than Alector, but the bloodline of Malfoy's ancestor Armand Malfoy is still influencing Lucius, so it is logical that he has not broken free from fantasy at this time.

"Bella, cast a curse on this waste. Voldemort's voice was scornful.

"Howler!"

Seeing that he was in the limelight in front of his master, Bellatrix recited a spell with his wand and aimed the tip of his wand at the ground, and a small area of general anti-spell enveloped the high platform.

The illusion seemed to cease, but the Death Eaters, though no longer trembling, had not yet come to their senses.

Seeing this, Bellatrix stood up in annoyance, flicked her wand into a whip, raised her arm and swung it vigorously, and the whip struck each of the Death Eaters who were still immersed in the illusion, because the shame did not bring them to their senses once, and the anger that she might disappoint the Dark Lord, the daughter-in-law of the Lestrange family, the daughter of the Black family, used her strength very strongly, and the blunt sound of the crackling whip on her body broke the silence of the world, and the pain woke the Death Eaters from their coma。

With the exception of a few unlucky ones and Hendry, who were too quick to attack themselves, most of the Death Eaters came to their senses safely, and the wounded struggled to suppress the urge to wail when they came to their senses, and began to try to magically glue their severed arms and eyeballs back under the mocking gaze of the other colleagues— Hendry had lost his ability to help himself due to excessive blood loss, and several spell breakers who knew him well tried to help him, but they also helped him stop the blood, and his eyeballs and broken chapters seemed to have been absorbed by the altar and ran away.

The Death Eaters, who had awakened from the illusion, had not yet completely shaken off their previous fears, and one by one they stood up like frightened little beasts, did not dare to move, clenched their wands, and looked around, lest they rush out of the darkness in any more danger.

However, the Dark Lord ignored the reaction of his men, and he stood on the high platform and carefully inspected the altar and the room, looking for the item he wanted.

The end of the room and between the stone altar were covered with rubble and various debris.

In the wreckage, rotting robes, triangular glass were scattered everywhere on the floor, and the debris scattered on the floor was surrounded by black stains, which were still viscous and flowing, not at all like human blood.

"Ahh

Alecto Caro's heart was pounding, there was a terrible feeling of heaviness in her chest, she gasped in panic, and suddenly she screamed, her voice was not high under intense fear, but it was very foreign to her, she never thought that her somewhat hoarse voice could make such a high-pitched scream.

Voldemort and some Death Eaters came to her place, and she looked at the scene behind the altar that made many people's hairs stand on end.

Layers of dementors' black rags were stacked on top of each other, their rotting cloaks clinging to their bodies, their bodies turned into black, shriveled things that were stenched like they were soaking in water.

Some of the Dementors had their hoods dropped, revealing the same shriveled heads, except that they could no longer suck human souls from what they normally thought of as their mouths, and similar to Hendry, they all had a broken arm, and the heads were visibly gouged out of a mass of flesh from the approximate location of the eyes, though they didn't actually have eyes.

The dementors' corrupted black stuff was like a stain of withered, blackened blood, but at different times, they were still able to flow along the lines of the ground that flowed into the altar, but it didn't seem that the altar really absorbed them in the same way that it absorbed Hendry's fallen limbs.

"What can make a Dementor who has never died and cannot die lose his life?!!! Alector's face turned pale, and the horror in front of her made her ignore the existence of the Dark Lord, muttering to herself, "Aren't they monsters beyond life and death......

Rudolphus jumped off the platform in a few steps, took a closer look at the Dementors, used his wand to pull off the shrouds on some of the Dementors, and found some triangular lenses on the ground, and lifted the prosthetic leg with the characteristic glove to pick them up, but the lenses disintegrated as soon as he touched them, and the surrounding Dementors were also crumbling and scattered.

"There's a door in the wall behind them!" Lucius Malfoy was the first to spot a stone door of similar color to the wall after he began to scatter the dementor pile.

"Haha! the treasure that the master wants must be inside!" Bella let out a baby-like laugh, but unlike the Death Eaters who cheered on her laughter, she was the one who was most genuinely happy for Voldemort.

Rudolphus quietly glanced at his wife on the high platform, and then at Voldemort, and immediately saw the heat and impatience on the Dark Lord's hideous face, and he hurriedly roared: "Where's the spell solver? Fools, why don't you go and open the door for your master?!Do you want me to burn you?!!!"