Voldemort, who had been artificially blasted by tens of thousands of ordinary people, was still lying on the ground, hovering on the border between the conscious and the unconscious, doing sit-ups repeatedly.

The Death Eaters who fell to their knees quickly ruled out the possibility that Lord Voldemort liked to exercise in vomit, but strangely, no one came up to help them.

Voldemort's former power was too deep and heavy, not only making ordinary wizards secretive, but also causing a great psychological shadow on the group of Death Eaters under his direct control.

Among these Death Eaters, only a few sincerely agree with Voldemort's theory that "pure-blood wizards should rule the world", and only a few people such as Bellatrix are turned around, and even other pure-blood wizarding families with a long tradition only have a wait-and-see attitude.

After all, any discerning person can see that the wizard race with the decreasing concentration of newborn divine blood can maintain its decline and die, which is already a fortunate thing for the ancestral tomb to smoke from the green smoke, how can it still hold the ancestral law and refuse to let go like in the past.

In desperation, Voldemort had no choice but to make a compromise, on the one hand, slightly relaxing the threshold of "absolute pureblood" and absorbing more wizards to join the Death Eater camp, and on the other hand, he ruled the Death Eaters under high pressure, often using dark magic such as the "Heart Piercing Bone Curse" to torture those subordinates who failed.

As I said before, the blood of the gods has corrosive properties on the brains of wizards, but all powerful wizards have more or less some "strange little habits".

For example, the first Dark Lord Grindelwald was a gay, Dumbledore liked to eat candy in the shape of insects, and the second Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, had an antisocial personality and unfortunately suffered from paranoia and delusion of victimization.

He thinks that not only those Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but also many more dark wizards are plotting behind his back, and even his own Death Eaters are not entirely reliable to kill him.

In order to survive, Tom Riddle created a magic weapon called the Horcrux, splitting his soul into several pieces and storing them in physical carriers, which were hidden in various locations.

As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, Tom can resurrect again and again with the help of the soul fragments in the Horcrux - similar to the DND system, where the Lich with the Soul Crate is immortal and the Lich is immortal.

However, this act of splitting his soul further deepened Tom's paranoia and delusion of victimization, making him even more insane and evil, even for his own subordinates, daring to directly release the lethal sorcery such as the Avada Death Curse.

After Voldemort was defeated, the Ministry of Magic captured many Death Eaters who had fallen into disarray, and held a trial in the wizarding world.

At the trial, many Death Eaters insisted that Voldemort had coerced them into becoming henchmen, and finally used this means of shirking responsibility to reduce their sentences.

However, there are still a few hard-liners who refuse to admit their guilt and are not ashamed of being Death Eaters, but rather proud of being Death Eaters, and eventually they are sent to Azkaban, where they are tortured worse than death in a desperate situation surrounded by Dementors.

But even these stubborn Azkaban prisoners did not dare to step forward to help the Dark Lord who fell to the ground, for fear that the delirious Dark Lord would give them a "Avada life".

He could only watch as he lay on his back, sit-ups and downs in his own vomit - just like his real name, Lord Voldemort.

In the end, it was the Dark Lord's most loyal and obedient Death Eaters who stepped forward, Bellatrix Lestrange.

This unkempt, thin woman, once the vanguard of the Death Eaters, was keen to torture innocent Muggles and other wizards who opposed Voldemort, Neville Longbottom, who was friends with Harry Potter at Hogwarts House, and her parents were tortured and abused by Bellatrix and became the walking dead.

More than ten years of Azkaban torture did not make Bellatrix completely lose her mind, she first put several layers of defensive spells such as "armor protection" on herself, and then carefully used the levitation charm to slowly hold the Dark Lord up.

It's not that Bellatrix is greedy for life and afraid of death, but she also knows how chaotic and evil her boss is, and she must save her useful body before the great goal of pure-blood wizards to rule the world is accomplished, so that she can follow Lord Voldemort to drive out the Tartars and restore the wizards.

Bellatrix maintained the levitation technique, and after confirming that the Dark Lord was unconscious, he carefully cast the spell to remove the yellow mushy vomit that had stuck to the back of Voldemort's head.

"Today's thing,"

Bellatrix viciously said to the other Death Eaters, "No one can say it! ”

The Death Eaters nodded like garlic, obviously Lord Voldemort was not the kind of boss with a big heart, once this kind of embarrassing scandal was leaked, I am afraid that Voldemort would really kill people.

After resolving the internal conflicts, Bellatrix, who was forced to act as the interim leader, made a decision to lead the other Death Eaters out of Azkaban and return to England, where he hid and waited for Voldemort to awaken.

The loyal Death Eater maintained the levitation spell and set sail on a dilapidated sailing ship in the direction of England amid the strong onlookers of hundreds of Dementors, along with the other Death Eaters.

Bellatrix didn't know that once Voldemort, whom she admired, set foot on British soil, the sudden shortening of the distance would multiply the effect of the call of the real name, which meant that the Dark Lord's brain would be even shorter-circuited.....

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London, New Oxford Street, north of Russell Square, British Museum.

It was noon, and the museum was already full of visitors.

But now, a month into Prime Minister Rachel Ross's repressive rule, coupled with the BBC's "broadcast accident" sparked a wave of public opinion, the British Empire has hardly had the leisure to visit the world's oldest and largest comprehensive museum.

In the museum, there are a few tourists scattered around, and it seems extremely deserted.

A long-haired woman in a white robe stood alone in front of the Rosetta Stone, reading the slab carefully.

She is about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a good appearance, gentle and quiet, but not weak and pitiful, and there is a free and tranquil confidence between her eyebrows and eyes.

Up close, she is slender and straight, her shoulders exposed from the Greek robe gown show a healthy complexion, and the whole is like an ancient Greek statue, perfect almost a god.

"Beauty, have we seen each other somewhere?"

The man's flirtatious voice came from behind him.

The woman, or Princess Diana from Paradise Island, Wonder Woman, who appeared in World War I, is ready to send away the feel-good accoster in a few words.

Wonder Woman turned around, and what appeared in her eyes was a young man of Chinese descent.