"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Bellatrix shook her head vigorously a few times, but Clark's words were like a hammer that shattered her illusions.

"Hehe, Voldemort, this guy is inferior and proud, with his arrogant character, he will definitely not choose ordinary things as his Horcruxes.

Only those things that have special significance, or contain powerful magic and have a long history, can be favored by him.

So, the first was the Slytherin locket that had been passed down from generation to generation by their family, which Voldemort kept in the seaside cavern he discovered when he was young, and protected it with evil black magic.

The second, Marvolo Gaunt's ring, which is also their family's heritage, is hidden in the Gaunt's old house.

Third, the crown of Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, Voldemort brought it back from a forest in Romania, and now it is in my possession.

The fourth, the serpent Nagini - is still with Voldemort.

As for the fifth, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, it was given to you by Voldemort - his most trusted Death Eater. ”

Clark looked down, took a deep look at Bellatrix, and said to her.

Just this glance made Bellatrix's heart feel like she had fallen into an ice cave, and she even felt as if she had been stripped naked and exposed to the cold wind under Clark's gaze.

"And, of course, there's the sixth – Harry Potter, our famous Savior, who now attends Hogwarts and stays under Dumbledore's nose."

Every time Clark told the whereabouts of a Horcrux, the Death Eaters in the audience were terrified, and Bellatrix struggled even more violently.

And at the end, when Harry Potter's name came out of Clarke's mouth, most of the Death Eaters were at a loss, but a small half of the really smart ones were only shocked.

It didn't occur to them that Voldemort himself didn't know about the Horcrux, but took it for granted that it was Voldemort's arrangement before he died, in order to hide the last Horcrux in the most unlikely place, and no one told him.

It's just that this also brings them deep questions, how did this guy in front of them know about these secret things?

Soon, Clark answered their questions.

He stretched out his hand, flexed his fingers into claws, palms up, and continued:

There was also Tom Riddle's diary from his youth, which he gave as a reward to one of his most important men, Lucius Malfoy. And now, this diary is with me. ”

As he spoke, a faint black mist emerged from Clark's palm, converging into a ball.

Under the supply of Clark's power, a young man who looked very young, even handsome, appeared in front of everyone.

This young man was very small, even a little small, and at the same time, because of the surrounding air currents, he fluctuated from time to time, as if he was very fragile.

But none of the Death Eaters dared to underestimate him because of this, because they could feel that waves of black magic, which were all too familiar to everyone present, were coming out of the small figure of the red-robed man's claw.

Can't be wrong!

All the Death Eaters were shocked, even after all this time, they still couldn't forget the wave that left a lasting impression on them.

Some even rolled up their sleeves and ripped open their necklines, revealing their dark magic marks imprinted on their skin.

And with the close contact with the black magic fluctuations, a tingling sensation also came from those black magic marks at the same time.

At this moment, everyone already had the answer in their hearts, and even Bellatrix, who had always refused to believe it, seemed to have given up struggling.

"Honestly, I want to thank that Mr. Lucius Malfoy, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to devour this Dark Lord and take possession of his power and memories completely."

A smug smile appeared on Clarke's face, "I even know the whereabouts of the few Horcruxes he has left." ”

He walked up to Bellatrix and looked down at her.

"You don't want to get the Hufflepuff Gold Cup from me!" Bellatrix stared at him fiercely, "I'm not going to give it to you." ”

"You're back." Clark said confidently.

At this moment, Bellatrix, who had been prostrate on the ground and looked weak, suddenly bounced up from the ground, and at the same time, her right hand was already bent like a hook, and her sharp five fingers fluctuated with dark red magic, like five sharp knives, from the bottom up, trying to disembowel Clark.

In the face of this sudden attack, some of the surrounding Death Eaters were taken aback, while others had already guessed the outcome.

But no matter what they thought in their hearts, they didn't mean to get involved.

Of course, Clark didn't count on them, and he even knew that the test was only officially starting at this time.

For these wicked people, fearing power but not virtue, relying on mouth cannons alone is like subduing them, it is simply wishful thinking, and only by showing their strong strength and muscles can they be deterred.

So in the face of Bellatrix's sudden attack, Clark did not back down, but raised his foot and kicked it out fiercely.

Seeing Clark's way of coping, Bellatrix was overjoyed and secretly happy with the other party's arrogance.

You know, this trick of hers is not ordinary.

Perhaps most wizards today are unable to cast spells without their wands, but that doesn't include members of pure-blood wizard families.

Wizards like Bellatrix who were born in the Black family and married into the Lestrange family.

From an early age, he was trained on how to use his magic power to cast spells without a wand, and he also possessed a great deal of knowledge of classical, evil dark magic.

In addition to using magic to change the hardness of her fingers and make them as sharp as knives, this claw of hers also transforms a part of her flesh into a vicious curse.

Once caught by her, even if it is only a small piece of skin, the power of this curse will penetrate deep into the flesh and even bone marrow of the enemy like an appendage, devouring the opponent's life force.

From then on, the enemy could only toss and turn between the sickbeds, and his body was emaciated day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was miserable.

It's not that Clark doesn't know how powerful her move is, after all, the fluctuation of the power of the curse is very obvious.

However, he is a skilled and bold man, and he doesn't care about it.

I saw that when his kick came out, the bright red life energy had already lingered on his foot, forming a layer of light crystal texture outside.

Bellatrix's sharp nails collided with it, and it only rubbed a series of sparks, which could not hurt it at all.

Then, with a heavy kick, Clark kicked her hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

The other party's thin body flew out directly, slammed into the wall of the prison cell, and bounced back with blood in his mouth, and at first glance, he was seriously injured by the kick he had just made.

It's just that Clark didn't chase after the next step, but took a step back.

The Death Eaters around him thought he didn't want to kill, and laughed at his woman's kindness in their hearts.

Even Bellatrix spat out the blood in his mouth, laughing and said, "If you have the ability, you will beat me to death!" If you kill me, I won't give you anything from an adult! ”

Clark was not annoyed by this, but said with a smile: "As a civilized person, I don't like to hit women. ”

"Well, well, I don't want to stop some people from breathing."

Just when the others didn't understand what he meant, Clark directly waved his hand, and the bright red mist drifted to the next cell, reviving Rabastan Lestrange, who had been drained of qi and blood energy and fell into a dying state.

"Come on."

Clarke beckoned, and Rabastan Lestrange stood up as if sleepwalking and walked up to him.

In fact, pure-blood wizard families often like to turn to the more famous soothsayers when choosing a name for their child, hoping that the name they give them will bring good luck to their children.

The Black family and the Lestrange family are certainly no exception.

The name Bellatrix originally meant a yellow star located on the left shoulder of the constellation Orion, and had the meaning of a valiant female warrior.

Rabastan, on the other hand, is another name for the planet Beta Draconis in the constellation Draconus.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with this meaning, but unfortunately, its starlight was dimmer compared to that of Bellatrix, which just happened to symbolize that your momentum would also be overshadowed by your terrible sister-in-law. ”

By this time, Rabastan Lestrange had come to his senses and happened to hear Clarke's words.

He just recovered, he couldn't figure out what the situation was now, but listening to this analysis, and then looking at his sister-in-law who looked very miserable, Rabastan's heart was extremely comfortable.

And this comfortable psychology was quickly captured by Clark's psychic power, and catalyzed, amplified, and quickly changed his mental outlook.

"So, Rabastan, you must know very well that as long as your sister-in-law is still alive for a day, you will never be able to shake off her influence and become a real Lestrange."

Rabastan Lestrange glanced at his sister-in-law again, and Bellatrix immediately replied to him with a fierce glare.

"But the glory of the pure-blood family cannot be tarnished, I believe that in your heart, there is still a dream, and Rabastan Lestrange is not weaker than others, isn't it!"

He was silent, speechless, but by his clenched fists he was listening.

"Hahaha! What's the use of saying this, waste is waste, and although I don't know what tricks you're playing, I'm going to tell you, you'll never succeed! ”

Bellatrix laughed maniacally and exclaimed, "My master will make you regret coming to these worlds!" He will make those who betray you pay, those who offend you will never be reborn, and those Muggles and Mudbloods will die without a place to bury! ”

Its crazy momentum even suppressed all the Death Eaters for a while.

Only Clark shook his head.

"No, you're wrong, the reason why I'm telling him this is just to tell him that only by conquering the fear in his heart can he completely bloom his own light."

"Hahaha! Just him? This waste. ”

"Yes, it's him!"

Clark looked at the blushing Rabastan Lestrange and reached out and pushed him behind his back.

It was this one that sent Rabastan Lestrange directly to Bellatrix.

He looked at his sister-in-law, who was looking at him with sarcastic eyes, and looked at the miserable appearance of the other party, and suddenly an invisible force poured directly into his heart, igniting the fire in his heart.

"I'm not a trash!"

Rabastan Lestrange's heart was suddenly filled with courage, and he reached out and lifted his sister-in-law, who was actually too thin and weightless.

The next moment.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Bellatrix's already red and swollen cheeks became much more rounded.

Her eyes widened, and like all the Death Eaters present, she was shocked by Rabastan's actions.

If it is understandable that his brother Rodolphus just slapped Bellatrix, then this bold move of Rabastan is really a big surprise.

Who doesn't know, he is afraid of his sister-in-law, just like a mouse sees a cat.

Rabastan also noticed the astonishing, surprised, and admiring gazes of those around him, and a sense of vanity instantly germinated in his heart.

This feeling was mixed with the exhilaration of the slap just now, like brewing a jar of old wine, like a line of fire, flowing directly from the throat into the stomach, igniting a blazing flame, and then steaming up again, straight to the brain.

"Rabastan, you ......" his older brother Rodolphus stretched out his hand to stop him, after all, the younger brother was beating his own daughter-in-law.

But he saw Clark standing on the side, but he couldn't say anything to stop him, and he once flinched.

And Rabastan, who was unstoppable, also completely let go of himself, he seemed to want to vent all the grievances he had suffered from his sister-in-law over the years, and he was heavier and more ruthless every time.

Bellatrix laughed wildly, "Good! Well played! Again! ”

But soon, she couldn't pretend anymore.

Not everyone has a big mind that spits on their own hands, especially when you are bullied by someone you once looked down on and looked down upon.

That kind of huge gap in the heart, that kind of intense humiliation, can almost make a person angry and lose his mind.

Bellatrix was the kind of performance she was able to hold on to in the first few slaps.

But after a few slaps, when she noticed that the Death Eaters around her were looking at her without fear and fear, and instead were filled with ridicule, ridicule, and snickering, she could no longer hold back.

"Bastard!"

"Smack!"

"Stop!"

"Smack!"

"Ah, I'm going to kill you!"

"Smack!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

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