"Nope! You don't deserve it! ”

Bella Trix, who had just gathered a little strength, struggled violently on the ground like a fish on the shore, and let out a cry from her throat.

And after shouting this sentence, she slumped on the ground and smirked, as if she had completely entered the rotten link.

Although her spirit was about to be abnormal, she understood that the red-haired guy opposite her would not let her go.

After all, she had been with Voldemort for so long, and if it was her own master to face this situation, fear and killing would be the best way to win people's hearts.

However, she still underestimated Clark's methods, and soon, crazy as Bella, began to regret her choice.

Clark smiled at the only guy on the scene who dared to resist him, and there was not the slightest sign of annoyance on his face.

Instead, he smiled and waved his hand, and a bright red mist drifted out of his fingertips and slowly fell on Bella Trix.

Seeing this, everyone thought that Clark was going to kill Bella, the rebel, and even Bella's husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, nervously clutched the railing of the fence to intercede for his wife.

However, to everyone's surprise, the red mist did not hurt Bella in the slightest, but quickly penetrated her body after touching her skin.

Immediately afterward, everyone found out that Bella Trix's condition had improved at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Her breathing slowed down a lot, her pale skin began to take on a little ruddy, her lips and nails regained their blood, and even her dull hair became soft and shiny again.

In addition to the physical recovery, what is even more shocking is that Bella Trix's mental state has also improved.

Her dilated pupils regained their vigour, and an invisible, cold, strange power rushed directly into her brain, like the gentlest fingers, soothing her soul, which was on the verge of collapse from the scourge of a long prison.

When the red mist was completely absorbed by Bella, she took a long breath and sat up the next moment.

In such a situation, not only the people around were dumbfounded, but even Bella Trix, who had just woken up and recovered her state, was very surprised.

There has never been a slap to a sweet date, but this hasn't been a slap yet, so why did you give a sweet date.

"You don't think that being kind to me will subdue me, do you? It's just wishful thinking! Bella struggled to her feet against the railing and looked at Clark with a sneer.

The people around him were also watching coldly, for these villains and scumbags, Clark's behavior just now was indeed a bit of a sign of weakness.

And for the wicked, kindness often means weakness and can be bullied.

However, Clark's next move was even more confusing, in the face of Bella, who was still trying to provoke him after recovering, he not only did not punish him, but with a wave of his hand, he opened the door of the cell where Rodolphus Lestrange was being held.

"Rodolphus, kill him!" Seeing her husband get out of trouble, Bella didn't seriously think about what Clarke's purpose was in doing this, and shouted directly at her husband.

Rodolphus Lestrange clenched his fists almost subconsciously when he heard his wife's shouts, but when he looked up and saw Clark looking at him with a smile outside through the open prison door, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.

He looked at the bright red eyes of the man in front of him with a look of horror, and the muscles of his whole body trembled, and he didn't listen to his orders at all.

"Can't move! Can't move! ”

"It's going to die! It's really going to die! ”

Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming at the moment, stopping Rodolphus Lestrange from taking the next step.

A flood of terrifying, evil information that he could not comprehend poured into his brain through those bright red eyes, radiating and polluting his soul like an abyss.

"Rodolphus, what are you hesitating about, kill him!" Bella's voice seemed to come from far away, but Rodolphus Lestrange lost his voice completely.

He watched Clarke's shadow cast on the ground in the moonlight, but through this shadow he saw the bottomless abyss behind it.

This guy is even more terrifying than the Dark Lord, and you can't anger him!

A thought suddenly came to Rodolphus Lestrange's mind, and he looked at the man in fear, not daring to take a step closer.

"Your wife is calling you." Clark looked at him and smiled and spoke, "Aren't you going to talk to her?" ”

Rodolphus Lestrange stiffened out of his cell at Clark's words, and then walked into the prison cell that Clark had opened for him, belonging to Bella Trix.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you kill him just now, are you so useless? He insulted Lord Voldemort just now, why don't you fight with him! ”

Bella grabbed his collar with both hands and shook it so hard that the spit in her mouth squirted all over his face.

Rodolphus Lestrange looked blankly at his wife, who was chattering to him, and felt the delayed look in her eyes, and suddenly felt that her mind had never been clearer than it was today.

It was as if all the negative emotions, those fears, fears, worries, and worries had left him at this time, so that his whole person could start thinking and weighing the pros and cons like a cold machine.

For all these years, he knew that his wife had been obsessed with following Voldemort to the point of madness, and even wanted to marry the bastard.

And he has always turned a blind eye to his wife's absurd behavior, because deep down, he is actually full of fear of Voldemort.

Even under this influence, he feared his wife, Bella Trix.

He was convinced that if one day, he turned his back on Voldemort, Bella Trix would definitely peel him off as a traitor without the Dark Lord's intervention.

It was out of this fear that he called Voldemort "our common leader" and used self-hypnosis to convince himself, and he also worshiped Voldemort fanatically.

However, now, under the influence of Clark's psychic ability, Rodolphus, who is facing his heart, can no longer convince himself in this way.

"Smack!"

The crisp slap echoed throughout the corridors of the fourth floor of Azkaban, and on Bella Trix's pale cheeks, a red slap print with five distinct fingers appeared in an unstoppable manner.

Bella Trix's eyes widened, her right hand covering the slap print on her cheek, and she looked at her husband in disbelief, as if she had known him for the first day.

How dare he beat himself! How dare he beat himself!

The Death Eaters in the surrounding cells looked at him in amazement, and Rodolphus Lestrange was extremely famous among the entire Death Eater community.

Just as famous as he was his fear of guilt and the big green hat he wore with Voldemort.

As to whether or not Bella and Voldemort were in a relationship that transcended friendship, none of the Death Eaters present knew about it.

But this does not prevent these scum from giving full play to their imagination, after all, they are not decent gentlemen, and gossip is the nature of all intelligent creatures.

When talking in private, these LSBs talk about this matter, and it is difficult to have any good words in their mouths, all of which are indiscriminate and strange laughter.

But even when the gossip spread among the Death Eaters, they were surprised to find that Rodolphus Lestrange had no reaction to it.

Because of this, these Death Eaters all said "awesome" to him in private, you know, not all men can be indifferent to their wives' peachy news.

Although British wizards don't pay much attention to this aspect because of cultural practices, it's one thing to happen in the shadows, and another thing to put on the table.

Affected by this incident, it seemed to the Death Eaters that Bella Trix must have eaten Rodolphus Lestrange to death.

But what do they see now? Rodolphus Lestrange actually slapped Bella Trix hard!

It's like the sun is coming out in the west, isn't he afraid of Bella Trix, not afraid of Voldemort behind her to blame?

Bella Trix seems to think the same way, so many years of power and fortune have long forgotten that the man in front of her is her husband.

"How dare you hit me!"

She raised her right hand and slapped it hard in the face.

"Smack!"

Without a wand to cast magic, women are inherently weaker than men, and Rodolphus Lestrange accurately grabbed Bella Trix in the slap and fired back.

"Shut up! No one told you that you were noisy. ”

The two consecutive slaps seemed to lead to his pent-up stomach of resentment, and the refreshing feeling brought by the use of violence made the evil thoughts in his heart grow like weeds.

Rodolphus Lestrange seemed to be still angry, and he slapped a few backhands.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

While fighting, he was still muttering.

"I've put up with you for a long time."

"Damn, you're something."

"Do you think you're amazing?"

"I'm telling you to shut up! Shut up! Why don't you listen? ”

Such a violent act made even old Peter, who was hiding at the corner of the stairs, a little unbearable, but he had to admit that this kind of thing looked really cool.

None of the people in the surrounding prison opened their mouths to dissuade them, even though they all knew that Bella Trix might be Voldemort's old friend.

Death Eaters have no loyalty, and if they do, it can only be loyalty to profit and power.

For all of Voldemort's authority is based on his cruelty, madness, and strength, and once there is a more powerful and ruthless being than him, their loyalty will be thinner than paper, and the fragile will not even be as chaste, and their knees will be as soft as noodles.

So, while Clark stood by and smiled as he watched, these 'loyal followers of Voldemort' who were imprisoned in Azkaban stood quietly and calmly watched Rodolphus frantically torment Bella Trix, Voldemort's most loyal follower.

It acts as if they were a bunch of harmless first-year Hogwarts students.

"That's enough." Clark's words succeeded in putting an end to the violence, "To be honest, I don't really agree with you, after all, it's not right to hit a woman, even if she's really annoying." ”

"But I can also understand you, and even understand you, how hard you put up with her."

Clark spun around, looking at the Death Eaters in the cells around him.

With a wave of his hand, the iron doors in front of these people all "creaked" open.

"You are not putting up with her, but with what she represents.

That's what you've been looking forward to, what seems to be faithfully waiting for your return...... Yes, I know you're not waiting for Voldemort, not Tom Riddle, but a hope, a hope that can turn you around. ”

As Clark spoke, the Death Eaters in the surrounding cells cautiously walked out of their cells, gathered around him, and looked at him without saying a word.

"For you, if there is no such hope, you will be here, under the watchful eye of the Dementors, tortured to death!"

Clark sneered.

"So you're like drowning people, clinging to this last straw, and the name of this straw is Voldemort.

Do you claim to be loyal? Sorry, I didn't see it...... All I could see was a bunch of red-eyed gamblers who were desperate for everything.

You have endured here for thirteen years, and you have been waiting for an opportunity to fight for a breath, not to prove how great you are, but to tell everyone that what you have lost, you must get it back for yourself! ”

All of the Death Eaters present, with the exception of Bella Trix, were breathing a little faster.

Clark's extremely fan-driven words almost entered their hearts, but how much of it was true and how much was false, Clark couldn't tell.

But he didn't care about that, even if these people were just doing superficial work, he had a way to make them fake and real, and worship him as God.

Because in the next moment, Clark's words made them blew up.

"As the closest person to Voldemort, you should know his Horcruxes!

Of course, that guy is used to being cautious, and maybe he is hiding a lot of things even from you.

But I want to rely on the forces behind you, and naturally he should know some news about his backhand, right? ”

The Death Eaters were silent, they weren't stupid, and many of them had already had some guesses based on Voldemort's performance, but they didn't understand why Clark was saying this.

And soon, the other party revealed the answer,

"Voldemort's Horcruxes, there are already three of them in my hands."