Early in the morning on the eve of Halloween, in the Ruins Temple of Vikna.

Unlike Europe and the United States, where the environment began to be eerie and frequent, the center of the temple with the altar was brightly lit compared to the beginning. Countless magic lamps were lit and floated high in the air, and if it weren't for the eerie statues and altarpieces, it would have seemed a little more holy.

The blue-white icy glow reflected in Voldemort's red eye, and also fell on the countless wizards under the altar who had been imprisoned and freed.

The sorcerers were blindfolded by a black cloth, and their waists were bound by a thick rope, one after the other, and they were driven to the high altar like tethered cattle and sheep, and the tall mark facing the center formed a circle.

Although there were a large number of them, each wizard seemed to twist their clothed heads slightly to salute the mysterious person due to the influence of the Imperius Curse, but they did not make the slightest unnecessary noise, and even automatically stood in a certain formation on their own, and then stood there motionless.

It seemed that they had completely lost their minds and were incapable of acting on their own to be slaughtered.

"Take off the blindfold. A shrill voice rang out, and the young witches and wizards took off their blindfolds one after another, and at a glance they could see the mark in the middle.

No matter from which angle, the half-held eyeball in the middle of the palm seemed to be staring at them, and in an instant, their panicked expressions became confused, and they fell into a hallucination.

Whispers of unknown meaning suddenly sounded in my ears, and those low, slow strange voices that seemed to be casting a spell and muttering prayers enveloped themselves layer by layer. It was as if someone had taken off their magic robes, and their naked skin was uncomfortably glowing with goosebumps when they came into contact with the cold air.

Many wizards drew their wands, cut off their palms without hesitation, and then pointed their wands at their right eye, and in an instant the blood flowed from the eye socket, and the eyeball with the eye nerve fell out of the eye socket.

In pain, they leaned forward, fell to their knees, lowered their heads, and covered their eyes.

But not all wizards are capable of such fast-cutting spells, and although they are trapped in an illusion, they have already begun to figure out how to cut off their palms. One of the sorcerers, who had lost his mind, gouged out his right eye with his bare hands, and then used Transfiguration to turn the eyeball into a sharp knife and swung it at his wrist.

A few strong-willed wizards had come to their senses before they could do anything, letting out piercing screams, and some tried to stop their self-harm, but the visionary wizards apparently couldn't wake up without giving them a few blows beyond their palms and eyeballs - they would even attack those who prevented them from doing so, and then did not hesitate to do their unfinished work on their own.

Unlike the Death Eaters, the red blood of the victims pooled beneath their feet, quickly changing color, and finally turning into a large black-red vortex under the altar, and they seemed to be covered in a hazy black-red smoke.

The victims' magic robes fell to the ground, and the black blood viscous substance that bounced up splashed onto the skin, cold to the bone. The ground began to rise against gravity and float slowly towards the ceiling as the darkening blood began to rise against gravity as the muffled incantations muttered from their mouths began to rise slowly against gravity towards the ceiling.

Like black rain, it swirled upwards in the direction of the vortex beneath the wizard's feet, drifting a little below the ceiling above the altar, and constantly flowing towards the mark in the middle, the air filled with the foul smell of blood.

Voldemort's sharp gaze swept over these wizards who had escaped the illusion, and made a gesture to Lucius beside him, Lucius understood, stepped forward, put his hands together in front of the moon and held his head high, like a peacock, "Lucky gentlemen and ladies, now the merciful master has given you a chance to join the Dark Lord..."

Rudolphus and Bella, their eyes cold, slowly moving around the wizards.

Some of the more agile wizards immediately crawled to the ground and knelt at Voldemort's feet, desperately expressing their loyalty.

And the slightest hesitation, in an instant, Bella and Rudolphus, who walked by their side, cut off their arms, gouged out their right eye, and a terrible scream instantly sounded in the temple.

"This madman... Inhumane..."

"This man has no reason..."

"Those idiots think they can live with these fanatics? I curse you!"

......

The suffering wizards cursed loudly, and even uttered vicious curses in unbearable pain.

"You filthy bastard, how dare you say that!" Bellatrix screamed, looking horrified and insane, "Fuck the heart!"

Suddenly there was an even more terrifying, prolonged scream, and the other Death Eaters followed suit with vicious curses, torturing the wizards who had spoken disrespectfully to the Dark Lord.

These wretched, just crippled people, were imprisoned in place, letting the blood drip on the ground, and then flow like life to the mark in the middle.

"Madness?" Voldemort raised his large pale hand as the Death Eaters stopped tormenting, "The most merciful thing in the world is that the mortal mind cannot fully comprehend its own thoughts... And the wizarding world is full of this ignorance..."Voldemort's voice was very soft and surprisingly calm, but when he met his calm gaze, it made people feel more and more crazy and terrifying, and he hissed, "Crazy? maybe, but it's not a curse... With your faint senses, you pretend to understand something that you don't understand at all... Reason is a curse to you..."

Except for the terrible wails of the mouth, no one dared to comment on it.

As a sacrifice, the severed hands and eyes of the wizards had all fallen to the ground, and the blood gradually covered the entire altar, and suddenly, the whole room suddenly began to tremble, and the wizards who were still standing struggled to maintain their figures, and the wizards who were kneeling or slumping on the altar due to their injuries also shook with the altar.

The eyes of the Death Eaters were on the door that led to the heart of Vikna, but as time passed, the uneasiness piled up in their minds, and the movement seemed to stop at the altar, while the stone door in the room, where the treasure was theorized, remained motionless, standing in place, with no sign of opening.

Voldemort's eyes flashed red and became more and more fierce, and his two slit nostrils widened, and he turned his head sharply to look at Rudolphus, about to ask for guilt, and then, his snake-like face suddenly twisted to the side, and the intact red eyes and cat-like pupils looked coldly at the otherworldly portal that suddenly appeared out of thin air in the temple and was completing its manifestation.

The noisy Death Eaters in the hall held their breath and watched in horror as the familiar and terrifying scene resurfaced before them.

"When I find out who betrayed me, I'm going to make him regret living in this world..."Voldemort realized the meaning behind this pestering boy who happened to appear at his critical moment, his Vic's eyes bulging in their sockets, and suspiciously swept over the Death Eaters on the field, which made his face look even more terrifying, "Stop him!

Three majestic and heavily armed metal golems burst out of the Otherworldly Gate with a fierce appearance, and the plate armor carved on their bodies was very intricate and delicate, and they looked very powerful. The tall bodies and the black iron armor glowing with cold light were terrifying, and the heavy running sound made it seem as if they had even shaken the ground.

Behind the three metal golems, Voldemort's familiar and palpitating figure appeared.

"Happy Halloween to you in advance, Tom...", the reptilian pupils of the wizard whose face was obscured by the shadow of the hood were all staring at Voldemort who was standing tense after focusing on the different victims in the room, "I have to take the guests you forcibly invited to go back for Halloween..."

"Hold him back! This kid will only bring a helper when he is scared!When I come out of the room, it's time for us to counterattack!" Voldemort roared with an indescribable sense of urgency and fear, and with a hint of excitement - he judged that the other party was afraid of being strengthened by Vic's artifact, and he suddenly laughed wildly, "Bella, Lucius, Alecto... Don't close the stone door, follow me! We're going to blow the wall straight in!"