"The Dark Lord's resurrection magic was of his own making, requiring the bones of his father, the blood of his enemies, and the flesh of his servants. The servant's flesh had to be given voluntarily, so—" Roger's eyes looked at Bellatrix's skinny body.

Noticing this meaningful look, the face of Voldemort's number one fanatical follower suddenly appeared with a morbid euphoria: "He needs my body? The master wants to resurrect with my body? Oh my God! This is the highest trust! I am the one who gave everything for my master..."

"Ahem... I think you're misunderstanding something," Roger coughed slightly, interrupting what seemed like a woman could talk all day, "Lord Dark Lord told me that it only takes the size of a hand. ”

"Is one hand enough, wouldn't it be safer to have more?" Bellatrix asked.

"It's a spell that the Dark Lord invented himself. If you want to change it, can I think you're questioning the Dark Lord's strength?" asked Roger in a low voice, picking his eyes.

"I'm just a little worried... No, nothing, I totally trust the hosts. Bellatrix swallowed the words back into her stomach and said in a firm tone. Worry is not trusting the strength of the Dark Lord, and those who dare to question the Dark Lord often end up tragically... And generally speaking, it doesn't matter if it's friend or foe.

"Then tell me why the master chose me? There are so many of us in Azkaban..."Bellatrix looked at the boy with a little antigery in his eyes, as if he wanted to hear more about the Dark Lord's trust in him.

Roger looked like he was talking as long as he didn't question the Dark Lord, and pointed to Lupin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a little frustration: "Do you see the indelible scars on his face? Yes, he's a werewolf. Although he is loyal and dedicated, it is impossible for the Dark Lord to let the blood of werewolves flow in his veins in order to resurrect him..."

"Werewolf, that filthy, low, stinking creature?" Bellatrix looked at Professor Lupin with a gaze that instantly became extremely contemptuous and disgusted, as if he were looking at a disgusting lump of mud, and said with contempt, "It is already a great honor for him to have the opportunity to serve his master!

As she spoke, the woman's eyes turned back to Roger's, staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze: "What about you?

"I'm not," Roger shook his head softly, his fingers crossed, "I'm in a bit of a special situation, and it might be a surprise to rush into my flesh magic." ”

As he spoke, the boy's ten fingers were wrong, and a series of sweating clicks sounded, and the fingers that were still flexible and free just now were twisted into a tooth-aching angle by the thing itself.

"You..."

Before Bellatrix could react more, Roger's hands clicked again, his hands were clenched into fists, and the fingers that had been twisted into twists were intact one by one, as if the boy's self-cutting of his fingers had not happened at all.

"What kind of magic is this...?" Bellatrix couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"It's not magic, it's a little bit of my special ability," Roger said with a tilt of his head, and his neck bone was broken, hanging on his chest: "It is precisely because of this that the Dark Lord did not let me take on that Guan Rong's task... And you think the Dark Lord would send an ordinary fourteen-year-old out to rob the prison? That's Azkaban..."

"As for Mr. Snape, there are more important things for him to do after the Dark Lord is resurrected, and if he has one less hand, the success rate will be greatly reduced. The boy propped his head and continued, "As for the rest of the Death Eaters who are not with the Dark Lord, you don't think that you can't even compare to those people who have shown absolute loyalty over the years, do you? ”

"Yes, I am the most faithful to my master, and only I am worthy of this honor! I have the same blood as my great master..."In just a few words, Bellatrix was flattered into a frenzy similar to that of the Cali Ban playing self-destruction.

Roger wasn't sure how many people would be willing to die for Voldemort, but he was sure that there would be Bellatrix among them. This married madwoman is obsessed with Voldemort to the point of obsession.

And Bellatrix has now almost completely let go of his suspicions. Whether it was small talk or temptation, Roger's words and explanations were reasonable, and on the premise of risking her life to save her, this crazy woman had already regarded Roger as an excellent junior in the same camp.

Otherwise, what could it be? Bellatrix felt that he had nothing else worth plotting for besides the gold in the warehouse in Gringotts. And going around in circles with the Dementors in Azkaban for money? It would be easier to go straight to the elf's vault, at least not to feel like you've lost hope of success before you even do it.

As for revenge, it is even more impossible. Yesterday in prison was the weakest and most powerless time for her to resist, and if she didn't do it at that time, did she still want to forcibly increase the difficulty of the challenge for herself?

However, the unscrupulousness shown by the boy yesterday is somewhat similar to the well-behaved and obedient behavior of today, but Bellatrix, who has been ravaged by the Dementors for more than ten years, feels that in the environment of Azkaban, emotional abnormality is the most normal thing. The feeling of being dragged into the abyss of despair, her body trembled uncontrollably when she thought about it.

So, at least in Bellatrix's eyes, Roger is already his own through and through. And Lupin... She didn't think a filthy and lowly werewolf was qualified to be her equal.

You must know that in the original book, the werewolf leader: Fenrir Greyback, who loves to eat children, even though he defected to Voldemort early and organized and led the werewolves for him, he was never able to brand the Dark Mark representing the identity of the Death Eater on his arm... Even if he has always been regarded as one of the Death Eaters by outsiders.

Stimulated by the sacrifice of her body (literally) for her great master, Bellatrix, who was strangely excited, could no longer keep her composure, and she cried out in a somewhat morbid voice, "When shall we go back?"

"Something has gone wrong, and it's hard to get back for a while," Roger said, "The portkey went awry and sent us to Northern Ireland, and he..."

The boy pointed to Professor Lupin: "Yesterday, in order to resist the overdose of Dementor potions, it is difficult to guarantee that you will be able to successfully cast the illusion. ”

"And, one more thing I have to warn you about," the star's gaze roamed up and down Bellatrix's body, "You don't want to go to the Dark Lord like this, do you? at least wash the hand you're going to give up, right? uh, I'm not disgusted with you... The main reason is that the mud on the upper area is too thick, and I am afraid that it will affect the magic of the Dark Lord. ”

Bellatrix's face flushed unnaturally, and she covertly withdrew her exposed arm under her clothes.

Without waiting for the madwoman to explain anything, Roger looked empathetic and relieved: "It's okay, it's understandable. After all, these are all things that have suffered for the Dark Lord in Azkaban, and even if the Dark Lord sees it, he will not dislike it... But after all, this is the first meeting after being released from prison, and it is better to dress decently. ”

Bela Creeks took a deep breath and said to the boy with a straight face, "You don't need to be relieved, it's my negligence. This body is not only my own, but also a part of the owner... How could I dedicate such a filthy and ugly body to my master?"

She looked affectionately at her left hand, which was covered in black mud between her fingernails, as if it were Voldemort.

Roger gritted his teeth imperceptibly.

"Lend me your wand, and I'll pack myself up roughly. Bellatrix, who had been staring at his hand for a long time, finally came back to his senses and turned to Roger, who had started to snack again.

"Can you do it now? Do you want me to help you?" said Roger, pulling out his wand.

"Even though my body is still weak, it's okay to cast a cleansing spell or two. Bellatrix rebuffed the boy's offer, took his wand and walked out of the living room wrapped around Lupin's tattered robes.

As soon as her figure disappeared in front of his eyes, Roger immediately rushed to Professor Lupin, who was in a daze, and asked hurriedly, "Hey, what's wrong with you now? Can you cast a phantasmagor?"

“...... "Professor Lupin reacted sluggishly for a moment before he realized that someone was talking to him, and said sluggishly, "What did you just say? I didn't hear... I always felt like I had a hard time concentrating. ”

"yes, I see it. Roger rubbed his face helplessly, and then muttered to himself, "I hope Dumbledore doesn't act so stupid when he comes over... Otherwise, if that crazy woman sees it, all my previous saliva will be in vain. ”

"He's a little old, but I don't think he's that confused," Dumbledore's voice sounded softly from behind Roger.

Roger turned sharply, but there was no old Deng in the living room except for him and Lupin.

"I gave Harry back the Cloak of Invisibility, but that doesn't mean I don't have any other way to keep me out of sight. Dumbledore's tone of voice rang out again.

Roger glared blankly at the empty living room, "You're here?" I thought this was some kind of magic that could talk remotely... When did you arrive?"

"When you reminded Bellatrix to take a shower," Dumbledore whispered, "and I have to praise you for how well you handled it, it looks like she has completely believed what you say." ”

"After all, it's not all lies, it's easy to fool people, isn't it?" Roger's eyes finally fixed on the broken coffee table in the living room, and Dumbledore's voice came from that direction.

"By the way, how is the Ministry of Magic doing, has the warrant for the Azkaban robbers been issued?" the boy asked again.

"The Ministry of Magic hasn't made much of a fuss about it, after all, this year's series of troubles have already caused the ministry to be overwhelmed... So in order to stabilize the mood of the people, this was not announced," Dumbledore said, "Of course, I have to admit that this has nothing to do with the fact that no outsiders are willing to approach Azkaban, and the Ministry of Magic has done a very smooth job of concealment. ”

"As you can imagine," said Roger, nonchalantly, then asked, "what shall we do in a moment? Can you send us to England without showing up?"

"No," Dumbledore said calmly, "although I am very powerful, I can't take three people to apparition and keep invisible at such a distance without the help of any tools." ”

"That—" Roger couldn't help himself in the middle of speaking, and jumped up and said, "Where are you? Come out of here, I feel so stupid that I'm talking to the air." ”

A young man in a crimson robe slowly appeared from a distance of more than a meter from the spot where Roger's gaze landed.

"And I don't quite understand why I'm keeping invisible with your apparitions. The young man looked at Roger and smiled, but the voice of an older man belonged to Dumbledore.

"Compound potion?" Roger raised his eyebrows to understand what was going on, and asked out loud, "Whose face is this?"

"On the way here, I pulled out a young man's hair," said Lao Deng softly, "You don't think I'll make such a low-level mistake, do you... Reveal your true identity to a Death Eater who has been deceived into trust. ”

"Who knows? After all, an old man of your age can have Alzheimer's disease at any time. Roger pouted: "Also, it's really weird to press your throat and speak in a voice that is about to die of old age with a tender face." ”

Dumbledore tapped his wand on his throat when he heard this, and when he spoke again, it had already turned into a vigorous young voice: "Now, how's it going?"

"It's much better than just now, at least it won't scare people," Roger sat back in his chair, and his attitude began to become casual again: "How's your arrangement over there?" Snape's loyal Savior, is the scene of the battle against the Hogwarts professors exciting?"

"Thankfully, I didn't tell anyone that Snape was instructed by me to rescue Voldemort and kidnap Harry. Lao Deng said softly.

Roger nodded affirmatively: "I understand, after all, the one who plays in his true colors is a good actor..."