"Who is Gandalf?" The Death Eater, who wanted to step forward to grab Hermione, was stunned, and instinctively stopped, looking at Lucius.

Lucius frowned, and glanced at Hermione in surprise, he hadn't heard of Gandalf's name either.

"Your grandfather is Gandalf? What does he do? Lucius grabbed the silver cane in his hand, and felt that since the little girl dared to sign up for her own number, then this name must have a special meaning, and it was likely that she was a strong man who was not famous.

The strong people in the world are like carp crossing the river, how many.

Lucius thought he was also a figure in England, but he was unwilling to offend an unknown powerhouse.

"Lucius, you're really getting more and more alive to go back, and you're actually scared by a little girl." Lucius's hesitation caused Belacritus to laugh.

Bela Creteus, born an outlaw maniac. She didn't care who Gandalf was, and raised her wand to Hermione.

"Don't be impulsive, we have enough enemies!" As soon as Bellatrix raised his wand, Lucius lifted his staff and pressed it down.

Bellatrix looked at Lucius with a cold gaze, and Lucius was also fearless, staring at her.

Where there are people, there are classes.

Among the Death Eaters, Bellatrix is arguably the craziest one. But when it comes to the status of the mysterious person, there are still two people who are a head above her. That is, Lucius, the representative of pure-blood wizards. and Barty Crouch Jr., who is known as the most powerful subordinate of the mysterious man.

One is the most powerful subordinate, and the other is a pure-blood wizard, the representative of the mysterious man.

Bellatrix, who was the number three person, looked at Lucius's eyes and almost wanted to breathe fire, but finally gritted his teeth and snorted coldly and put down his wand.

"Follow me!" Seeing that the madwoman was not going crazy, Lucius nodded to Hermione and walked towards the castle.

Hermione followed Lucius like a proud little peacock. The moment she entered the castle, she looked at Bellatrix with a defiant gaze.

"I'm not convinced that you're going to beat me!" The meaning in Hermione's eyes was undisguised, and the angry Bela Creteus trembled.

"Little bitch, sooner or later I'm going to kill you!" Bellatrix clasped her hands and gritted her teeth, watching Hermione's departing back

The "master" walked through the heavily guarded castle, and Lucius led Hermione to a dimly lit room.

There was no light in the dimly lit room, and the faint moonlight pierced through the glass, allowing Hermione to barely see a dark figure sitting on the couch and not knowing what to do.

"Hiss"

The snake's spit sounded from time to time, and the black shadow on the couch did not speak, only two turquoise snake eyes, which met Hermione's gaze.

The first moment she met the snake's eyes with cold and cunning, Hermione saw a gaze that only humans possessed, as if she was not looking at a poisonous snake, but a person.

"Rustle"

As the snake crawled, the sound of its body rubbing against the floor, accompanied by the occasional spitting sound, slowly approached Hermione in the darkness.

The sound of snakes crawling was getting closer, and Hermione noticed that the temperature around her was getting colder.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!" Hermione pursed her lips, trying to make herself look less scared.

"Hiss" In Hermione's gritted teeth, a four-meter-long viper finally appeared in her gaze.

The fat viper, swimming with its fat body, stood tall and erect, with turquoise pupils and holes less than twenty centimeters from Hermione's eyes.

"Nagini!" Just as Hermione was thinking about whether she would be eaten by the viper, the black shadow who had been sitting on the sofa gave an order at the right time.

"Whoosh!" Hearing his master's command, the viper named Nagini shrank sharply, and after just a second, it disappeared in front of Hermione's eyes.

As soon as the viper disappeared, Hermione, who had survived the catastrophe, couldn't help but gasp for breath. She had no doubt that the viper would not have eaten her without a final order.

Yes, I will definitely think back to the viper's gaze, and the last thing that revealed is greed and loss, Hermione is convinced that this viper must have eaten people, and many people.

"Little one, your grandfather's name is Gandalf?" In the only moonlight, the dark shadow sat on the couch and stroked the viper, his voice full of hoarse and cold.

"Yes, yes. My grandfather's name is Gandalf, and he is the Judicial Elder of the Rising Sun Empire! Hermione didn't choose to die, but replied very happily, leaving the dark shadow stunned.

"Empire of the Rising Sun, Elder of the Judiciary!" The mysterious man stroked the viper with both hands, and in this tone of self-questioning, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in the dark room, lighting two candles.

"Is this Rising Sun Empire powerful?" Voldemort's figure, exposed to the firelight. He looked at Hermione with a questioning look, a magical glow in his eyes.

The deceptive mind is a magic that can make people involuntarily tell the truth. The effect of this magic is weaker than that of the Truth Elixir, and although it is not aggressive, it is a compulsory skill for high-ranking wizards.

"Very powerful, recently my grandfather wrote to me that the overall strength of the Rising Sun Empire is enough to be three to five times that of ours!" Hermione, who was controlled by the Regent's thoughts, had a confused look in her eyes and said something that made Voldemort get up from the couch.

Three to five times, what a difference in strength.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with disbelief, he felt that the little girl in front of him must be lying, there could be no such powerful force in the world.

"Your Highness, do you want to give her a little truth elixir?" Lucius, who was on the side, was also frightened by Hermione's statement. He looked at Voldemort cautiously, unable to hide the look of shock in his eyes.

"Yes, for her. I want to know she's lying to me, she's lying to me! Voldemort roared loudly, for a man who could give everything for the sake of the dark arts. The news that Hermione brought was too shocking.

Voldemort spent his entire life in the pursuit of strength. In order to be able to improve his strength, he did not hesitate to conduct dark magic experiments on his body. even chose Horcruxes, a way to go all the way to the black, in order to be stronger than everyone.

"Say, what the hell is that Rising Sun Empire? How many masters are there? There was no shortage of truth tellers in the Death Eaters' lair, and after a few minutes, a full bottle of truth potion was poured into Hermione's mouth by Lucius.

Under the dual effect of the elixir and the receptive, Hermione's eyes were even more confused, and she couldn't help but answer: "The Empire of the Rising Sun is a country with centralized monarchy. The entire empire is ruled by a single tyrant. Their strength is very strong, they divide everyone into grades, among which Headmaster Dumbledore belongs to the peak of heroes, and in that realm, there is an existence that has half a foot in the realm of demigods. ”

"Demigods!" Hearing this division of strength, Voldemort chuckled in his heart.

Voldemort fought Dumbledore all his life, and if Dumbledore was only the pinnacle of heroes, then it was even more unlikely that he would be condemned to this so-called demigod.

Demigods, what a reminiscent name.

Voldemort's face was extremely solemn, he raised his hand tremblingly, and asked in a low voice again: "What is a demigod, and why does this Empire of the Rising Sun divide its power into heroes or demigods?" ”

"In the division of the Rising Sun Empire, the hero level is a level that completely surpasses ordinary people. It is taken from the Greek word for invincibility. The moral is that every hero is not something that mortals can defeat. ”

"Demigod is another level above heroes. It is said that it completely transcends the meaning of heroes, among which there is a powerful hero in the Rising Sun Empire, who has stepped into the realm of demigods with half a foot, and can completely achieve the peak of killing ordinary heroes in an instant. ”

Hermione's dual role of spitting the truth and reminding the gods did not have to think about the way she spoke. She told everything she knew, and the more she spoke, the more frightened Voldemort became.

The power of the hero, which is impossible for mortals to defeat, completely surpasses the demigods of the heroes.

Voldemort never thought of himself as a man who sat on a well and watched the sky. But today he suddenly discovered that the world is really not that simple, and it is also not something that can be summed up by a British.

"Lucius, what do you think?" Voldemort asked Lucius, who was rarely serious, to the side.

"Your Highness, the effect of the Truth Elixir and the Regent is only to explore the other party's memory. Is it possible that this little girl knows that it is just a lie, to know that we have never heard of this so-called powerful country? Lucius didn't answer in one go, but pushed the question to Voldemort again.

"Liar!" Voldemort thought for a moment, he also hoped that this was just a little girl, and that what he knew was only false memories, but there was always a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"That Rising Sun Empire is so powerful, why haven't we heard of it?"

Voldemort looked at Hermione again, and the full force of the Dementor's thoughts made Hermione's eyes even more blank.

"Sit back and wait for the autumn wind to rise and sweep the world," Hermione replied, dazed.