In the deep silence of the corridor on the fourth floor of Azkaban, a faint red light cast on the turquoise rock walls, like waves rolling in the sea, emitting sparkling waves.

Old Peter clutched his wand tightly in his hand, and leaned against the cold wall at the corner of the staircase, sticking his head out and peering into the depths of the corridor.

Through the fluctuating red light and the bright moonlight shining through the window, he could now see that in a cell next to the corridor, a fist-sized blood-red crystal gem was blooming with an eerie light.

This surprised him, how could such a thing exist in the prison of Azkaban?

Old Peter lowered his breath and squinted his eyes, trying to see better.

At the same time, as the strange light spread, a deep dark power began to gradually envelop the space.

Old Peter was astonished to find that the bodies of the tenacious little creatures hidden in the cracks and corners of the walls, such as the Loba worm, the carnivorous slug, the spotted man, and the hairy crab, gradually began to wither and die.

Their vitality disappeared into the darkness, and the darkness that once protected them turned into murderers at this moment, taking their lives with his backhand.

However, these small fragments of life do not seem to satisfy the appetite of the blood gem.

It is like a baby waiting to be fed, infinitely thirsting for more life force and more fresh sacrifices.

And in it? In the cell on the opposite left, the famous Death Eater Rabastan Lestrange is being held.

Inside the cell, Rabastan was covered in filth, with pale and emaciated cheeks beneath his messy black hair.

After Voldemort lost power, the Death Eater was sentenced to life in prison by the Ministry of Magic for torturing the Longbottoms with the Heart-Splitting Curse with his brother and sister-in-law, asking them about Voldemort's whereabouts.

But this guy was fiddling with a toad, and since he was imprisoned, the animal's big mouth was the only game he could play to vent his madness and despair.

The commotion of this blood gem attracted the attention of most of the prisoners, but Rabastan only shouted:

"How long is this going to be like this? It's been a month, and if it continues like this, the people from the Ministry of Magic will definitely find out. ”

However, after only two utterances, Rabastan wisely closed his mouth.

Because his sister-in-law, Bella Trix Lestrange, was looking at the blood gem with a feverish expression.

"Shut up! This is Lord Voldemort, he's here for us! I knew that the adult might lose for a short time, but he would never fail at the hands of those mudbloods! ”

Bella's shrill voice reached the ears of old Peter, who was hiding on the side.

Mystery Man! That gem!

The old wizard's heart shook wildly, even if he was old and not clear-headed, he still knew what the name meant.

Old Peter, who suddenly heard this kind of exciting news, almost subconsciously ran away, a gentleman does not stand under the wall, he is still well versed in the way of self-preservation.

Just looking at the blood gem in the distance, another thought sprouted from his heart.

That gem must be very valuable, it must have been sent in by the mysterious man to rescue his treasure, if he could snatch it......

No! No! No! It's a mysterious person's thing, it's too dangerous, so let's get out of here!

What's the danger, those prisoners are locked in their cells, they don't even have wands, they've been hungry for so long, they're sluggish, they're not fighting anymore, I just have to lean over and wave my wand......

Greedy desires grew like weeds in old Peter's heart.

He has no children and no daughters, his parents have long since died, and he has no brothers and sisters.

If he retires like this, what will he live on in the days to come? That little pension from the Ministry of Magic?

A crimson glow shone on Old Peter's face, reflecting his pupils red.

A month of brewing has made the light of this blood gem brighter and brighter, and on this night, everything seems to have come to fruition.

Rabastan, who lowered his head, was surprised to find that the toad in his hand had lost its life.

In the shadows of the prison where the moonlight did not shine, as if something was sucking its life force, the fragile little creature's corpse quickly withered into a skin.

And as the life of this little thing was absorbed, Rabastan also clearly felt that the darkness around him seemed to be much thicker, and an inexplicable coldness enveloped his body.

"Big brother, this situation seems to be a little wrong!"

He shouted to his brother next door to the prison, but the voice was getting smaller and weaker, and the last trace of energy in his body, which was on the verge of being depleted by the long prison life, was obviously disappearing.

The energy was so fast that Rabastan sat limply against the bars of the prison before he even had time to notice it.

"Whew...... Suck ......"

Rabastan struggled to breathe, but could not draw a single bit of oxygen from the air around him, and the brief lack of oxygen had made his brain feel blank, and the warmth between his mouth and nose seemed to be sucked away by the darkness around him.

A numbness that was different from the Dementor kiss gradually took control of him, and on the outside, his skin was so pale that he could see the blue-black veins underneath, and his already shriveled skin began to crack like the ground under the scorching sun.

In the blurred vision of the near-suffocation, Rabastan, who was attached to the fence, saw that in the room diagonally opposite, the Blood Gem had finally begun its next change after absorbing enough life energy.

The originally hard crystal material now has the texture of half-spar and half-flesh, squirming and expanding rapidly between the frequency of exhalation and inhalation, like a huge crystal flesh mass, multiplying and growing, looking weird and beautiful.

Its fresh and beautiful color even makes people have a strong urge to rush up and bite hard, and many prisoners in the cell unconsciously drool.

However, for Rabastan, the bulging ball of flesh revealed an indescribable horror all over its body, and even the air around it seemed to have turned into the same texture as the ball.

The existence that was originally difficult to breathe was rushing to drill into his nose and mouth, all the way into his lungs and stomach.

The strange feeling of a living creature wriggling in its stomach and lungs directly stimulated his body to twitch slightly......

"Rabastan!"

Rabastan Lestrange's older brother, Rodolphus Lestrange, was the first to notice that something was wrong with his brother.

From his point of view, he could see the side face of Rabastan sticking out of the fence, which was now horrible and terrifying, and the eyes of the original gloomy owl had completely lost focus, as if there was an indescribable fear that completely dominated his mind.

Rodolphus Lestrange cried out loudly: "Rabastan! ”

But he found that his brother did not respond to the stimuli of the outside world at this time, and the vitality of humanity seemed to be leaving him.

A cold and deathly breath, like tentacles, wrapped around him, and then pulled away, taking with him the last bit of human warmth from the Death Eater, leaving only a cold, stiff, corpse-like remains.

"Bella! Quick, see what's wrong with Rabastan? Rodolphus Lestrange called nervously to his wife.

It's just that Bella is staring intently at the opposite cell at this time, the blood gem has expanded into a giant egg more than half a person tall at this moment, and the transparent shell of the crystal material is shining with stars, forming a beautiful and mysterious pattern.

Rabastan Lestrange's unfocused eyes stared straight at the dome, as if even his soul had been taken away by it.

His lips were pale and bloodless, his eyes were black like squeezed dregs, and between his breaths, a frost gradually crept all over his upper lip and between his mouth and nose.

It was the height of summer, and a thick white mist erupted from his mouth with his breath, condensing into ice slag on the iron fence.

He was twitching and trembling, and Rodolphus stared at him nervously, afraid that his brother's soul would break away from this shell in the next second.

Old Peter, who was hiding in the corner, also saw this terrible sight, and only then did he realize that in the room where the giant egg was kept, there was already a short, thin corpse lying quietly on the ground.

At this time, the light that bloomed on the bright red giant egg also completely converged, and the originally crystal clear crystal eggshell began to become dull, and finally even completely lost its luster.

It was as if a terrifying presence that devoured the surrounding light appeared in the eggshell, and even the brightness of the prison dropped a lot.

A vague shadow was reflected on the eggshell, like a flower in the fog, and it was not clear at all.

Bella ignored her companions, her mouth wide open, her eyes full of anticipation.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the sturdy eggshell with a crisp "click" sound.

Then, a slender fist, carved from white jade, broke the eggshell and stretched out into the sky from the inside.

"The hosts! Is that you, master! Bella exclaimed excitedly.

The sound of eggshells shattering was endless, and the red light in the opposite room also completely dissipated, the darkness became deeper, and a shadow far taller than ordinary people broke the eggshell and slowly appeared in her field of vision.

Although he is just a shadow, it can still be seen that he has the most perfect body of an adult male, with solid arms and an inverted triangular body, which can make countless women crazy at any time.

Bella was no exception, her throat was already hoarse, and the shadow finally turned back slowly in her call.

In that deep and inexplicable darkness, a pair of eyes as bright as the blazing sun met her......

"Ahhhh Bella Trix Lestrange clutched her head and fell to her knees in pain.

Just by glancing at each other, she felt a powerful spiritual power rush into her mind very roughly.

It felt very uncomfortable, as if a cold and slippery octopus tentacle had reached into my head, and it could even be said to be cold, chaotic, dark, and extremely evil.

They swirled and stirred her memories in her head, murmuring and teasing her emotions, the violent mental shock that made her mouth and nose bleed, but she didn't care anymore.

What really frightened her, and was desperate to dig out her brain, were the whispers of the indescribable things that had entered her mind.

"Surrender to me!"

"Offer me your loyalty!"

"Get on your knees!"

"I am your master!"

……

Bella Trix Lestrange was bleeding black blood from her features, and her body trembled violently, the aftermath of being tormented by the Dementors had already made her mentally insane.

Rodolphus looked at his wife in horror and cried out to her, the familiar shout seemed to do a little bit, finally pulling her fragile spirit, which had been tortured day and night in Azkaban, from the brink of collapse.

"Stupid mortals, don't try to look your master in the eye, learn to be humble......" An unfamiliar voice sounded in the shadows.

The figure that almost drove Bella crazy with just one look, after reining in the fluctuations that he unconsciously released from his body, finally came out of the darkness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

At this time, the prisoners of Azkaban were able to break free from the suffocating darkness around them, and Bella Trix's constantly struggling and trembling body slowly calmed down, and Rabastan stopped convulsing.

Only then did they have the spirit to look at the "master" who appeared on the stage by the moonlight.

Rich and fresh, this is the first feeling this guy gives people.

The crimson robe was like a long river of blood, draped on his body, with short red hair, red pupils, red lips, and dazzling white skin, it was obviously so gaudy and tacky.

In him, it looks so harmonious and elegant, full of vitality.

It's as if your best friend is looking at you with a smile on a bright spring day.

"Liar! You are not my master! Bella Trix, who was a little more sober, almost squeezed these words out between her teeth.

She stared at the handsome, exotic man in front of her with a resentful expression.

Yes, in addition to the bright red hair color and eyes that are different from ordinary people, this man's face is also a little different from that of the British, and the proportions between the facial features are softer, more like those Chinese with a long history.

This appearance really has nothing to do with Voldemort, which Bella had been thinking about, because the bright red gem itself was brought in by Clark through Peter Pettigrew.

That's right, this thing is a special creation that belongs to the [Psychic Warlock] profession that Clark refined when he was in the second grade, and even destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux Diary.

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