Sometimes, how simple can it be to destroy a person?

Just let him see all the Chang'an flowers in one night when he was a young man.

thereafter

The crowd dispersed

Flowers lose their face

Chang'an none

Clark knew that the mere loss of her body did not scare Bellatrix, who had given her life to Voldemort.

But she is still a person, no matter how fanatical her beliefs are, it cannot be denied that he still has his own seven emotions and six desires.

She hadn't really given her soul and body together to become a saint of Voldemort completely.

So Clark doesn't kill people, only kills people.

He arranged for Rabastan Lestrange, the person Bellatrix had once despised the most, to humiliate her to the fullest, and that slap knocked out her pride and dignity.

And for this, she couldn't do anything.

Even her former husband, her former lover, Rodolphus Lestrange, chose to sit back and watch as she became a sacrifice to Clarke, the new Dark Lord, to shock everyone.

At this moment, Bellatrix's originally unsatisfactory heart was completely filled with cracks, and then collapsed.

Her hair was scattered, her face was covered in blood, her cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, her mouth was bursting with a maniacal laugh, and her eyes were completely devoid of lustre.

But Clark just waved his hand, and the bright red mist fell, and she actually returned to her original state.

But what greeted her was just another round of beatings from her brother-in-law.

At this moment, even among the surrounding Death Eaters, there were a few people who couldn't stand it anymore.

As the saying goes, killing is not too much, and Clark asked Rabastan Lestrange to vent his anger on Bellatrix, and it was not wrong.

But this kind of infinite reincarnation of repeated humiliation, healing, humiliation, and healing has indeed become a very cruel kind of mental torture.

Some of the Death Eaters around him even had a sympathetic expression, as if something hurt their resonance.

Clark certainly found out about that, too.

"I know some of you feel that I, like Lord Voldemort, are trying to rule you with fear and threats.

But what I want to say is that as I told Rabastan Lestrange, as I instructed him to do, I have always told you. ”

He looked around for a moment, looking at everyone present.

"I didn't come to let the world have swords, I didn't come to sow death and fear, I'm not like Voldemort!

I am here to give you sublimation and liberation, so that you can not live in fear and do not live forever, so that you can enjoy rights and freedom under the sun. ”

Everyone was moved by Clark's words, and it was only after more than ten years of imprisonment in Azkaban that they understood how precious what Clark said.

"So, offer me your loyalty, you submit to me, and I will bring you all that you want, yes, it's just a deal, and a new mode different from Voldemort, more suitable for pure-blood wizards.

All for the greater good!"

Clark's demagogic words, combined with a crisp slap on the side, made all the Death Eaters present look at each other.

And with a scolding from him, "Kneel!" ”

An unkempt Death Eater fell to his knees first hesitantly, then a second, and gradually they fell to the ground faster and faster, and fewer and fewer people were standing.

But in a moment, in front of Clark, there was no longer a standing Death Eater.

They gathered around him and fell to their knees, even Rabastan Lestrange, who was busy taking revenge, and he was even the most fanatical of all those who watched Clark.

With a big stick, he hit Bellatrix, a die-hard fan of Voldemort.

A sweet date, thrown to the least appreciated Rabastan Lestrange, to give it a makeover.

The combination of intimidation and profit allowed him to temporarily subdue the group of Death Eaters trapped in Azkaban.

However, Clark also understands that this is really only "temporary", and he can only be regarded as passing the first test now.

These Death Eaters are all bloody villains, and now their submission, in addition to the threat of Clark himself, is more due to the long prison life, which has drained their magic and spirit.

It's like a pack of cruel beasts being starved to the point that they don't even have the strength to bite, but that doesn't mean they don't eat meat.

Once they have recovered their strength and regained their strength, the arrogance and arrogance brought about by the increase in strength will definitely make them try to challenge Clarke's leadership position again.

Of course, in the process, Clark was naturally confident that he would be able to subdue them completely.

After all, he is a [Psychic Warlock], and when it comes to playing with people's hearts, who in this world can compare to him.

"Get up."

Clark waved his hand, and the Death Eaters on their knees stood up.

"From now on, you will all be my brothers and sisters, and after joining this family, no one will be able to make you kneel except for the first time when you need to kneel to me and offer your loyalty.

Of course, there will be no more such stamping of mules and horses! ”

He waved his hand, and as if to repel some pesky fly, the Dark Mark on the Death Eaters was revealed.

The next moment, they only felt a sharp pain like cutting flesh, and everyone's black mark disappeared, in exchange for a kind of lightness that went straight to their hearts.

At this moment, Rabastan Lestrange suddenly stood up and clapped vigorously.

"Good! Great, long live the mystery man! ”

With one person taking the lead, the rest of the Death Eaters naturally applauded and cheered.

"Master, what should this guy do?"

Rabastan tugged at Bellatrix's hair and made her look up, revealing her loser's face.

"What do you think?"

Clark looked at her and looked around again.

"Since you follow me, learn to understand my habits.

Unlike Voldemort's lost dog, I don't pay attention to anything here, you can provide me with your opinion, whether it is good or bad, I will not punish it. ”

Some of the wiser Death Eaters were lost in thought when they heard this, and Rabastan excitedly said, "In that case, let's stab him as a proof of a complete break with the past!" ”

In his opinion, this is the fastest way to prove his loyalty.

As for this guy being his sister-in-law, what does it matter, anyway, the Black family is already in ruins, and Bellatrix's maiden family can't trouble them.

And on his brother's side, it would be good to find another one when the time comes, anyway, the two have no children.

As it turned out, the brothers were of the same mind, and his elder brother Rodolphus Lestrange, after hesitating for a while, came to the same conclusion, and both were of general opinion, so he did not say anything to stop his brother.

None of the people themselves would stop them, and the rest of the Death Eaters would naturally not speak, but there were still smart people who offered their own opinions.

"We don't object to killing her, but I guess you heard what the adults said just now, this guy still has a Voldemort's Horcrux in his hand."

As he spoke, he looked at Clark's face and noticed that the other party had a smile on his face at this time, so he continued with confidence and boldness.

"Even if we want to get rid of him, I think we'll have to wait until we get that Horcrux here."

Clark nodded in satisfaction and looked at him again, "Are you...... Antonin Dolokhov, I'm not mistaken. ”

This Antonin Dolokhov had a long, pale, distorted face, dark skin, and a large waist and a round waist, and looked very vicious.

When he saw Clark talking to him, he immediately nodded and leaned in.

"That's right, it's me, and my adult has a really good memory."

Can it be good, Clark looked at the face in front of him, it was this guy who, along with four other Death Eaters, murdered the brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewitt, that is, Clark's father and uncle, in the First Wizarding War.

In front of the enemy who killed his father, Clark was extraordinarily calm, anyway, he had already sentenced him to death in his heart, so let him live a little longer.

After all, if you don't teach it, you will be punished, and it will be abused; Teaching but not changing, punishing it, is called the royal road.

"You're right, I do need that Hufflepuff Gold Cup, and besides, she's still Rodolphus Lestrange's wife after all, so it's up to him to decide what to do with her."

Hearing this, Rodolphus Lestrange hurriedly responded, "I have no opinion, everything is up to adults." ”

Clark glanced at him when he heard this, "Are you sure?" ”

Rodolphus Lestrange nodded hurriedly.

He then walked up to Bellatrix, who had been deranged by Rabastan's successive blows, and when he saw someone approaching, he immediately turned on his fierce face.

Seeing that she dared to bare her teeth, Rabastan raised his hand to fight, but was stopped by Clark.

"Well, as long as you are obedient, you don't have to be beaten."

With his words, a chilling scene appeared, and the fierce expression on Bellatrix's face suddenly disappeared, and then he fell asleep obediently.

"Alright, a little trouble solved."

Clark stood up, and the Antonin Dolokhov immediately leaned over to him and praised him pompously.

"Your Excellency, you're amazing!"

"It's okay, little thing."

Clark seemed pleased with his flattery, at which point Antonin asked tentatively.

"My lord, what are we going to do next? Do you need me to reach out to my companions who are not in Azkaban and have them come and see you? ”

"That's not a hurry," Clark waved his hand, "and before we plan our next steps, we'll take care of some of the rats hiding in the corner." ”

"Mouse?" Antonin asked suspiciously.

"Yes, a little mouse from the Ministry of Magic is standing on the stairs around the corner, listening to us word for word.

Go, Orville, and bring that colleague of yours over. ”

Clarke's words surprised the Death Eaters, as well as Old Peter, who had been hiding in the corner and eavesdropping.

He didn't expect that these people would have discovered him a long time ago.

Only he had no chance to hide, and as a dull sound of footsteps approached, old Peter's colleague, that is, young Orville, appeared in front of him.

"Why are you here?"

Seeing his colleagues, old Peter was also taken aback.

Orville was a young man, but Old Peter had always known that he had always been very shy and introverted, and he did not expect that he would be in the company of a group of vicious Death Eaters.

"Orville, hurry up and invite that colleague of yours over, or people will say that we don't know how to be polite."

Clark's gentle voice came from across the hallway, and Orville motioned for Old Peter to hurry up.

Old Peter, in spite of his nervous death and trembling violently, limped up the steps with his wand, which was as old as himself, clutched on.

The bright moon outside the window had been obscured by dark clouds, but the corridor was still filled with a warm red light, but this bright light did not make old Peter feel a trace of warmth.

He trembled and walked up to the red-robed man known as the "mysterious man", wanting to scold the other party hard, like a hero.

However, the next moment, when the man looked up and looked at him, a pair of red eyes occupied all his vision, and then it was overwhelming, as if a sea of blood was slashing at him.

Then he didn't know what to do.

At the same time, more than two hundred miles away, a boy named Harry Potter also woke up from his sleep.

"Ahh

On the large velvet bed, Harry lay upright, snorting and panting, as if he had just finished a marathon.

He had just woken up from a very vivid dream, and his hands were involuntarily placed on his forehead and pressed tightly against his face.

Beneath his fingers, the famous lightning-shaped scar was burning with pain, as if someone had just pressed a hot wire against his skin.

He sat up, one hand covering his scar, and the other fumbling in the darkness to get his glasses on the bedside table.

When I put on my glasses, the scene in the bedroom gradually became clearer.

The moonlight outside the window shines through the gauzy curtains, casting a hazy silvery soft light over the spacious bedroom.

Harry touched the scar with his finger again, and although it still hurt badly, it was not unbearable.

He reached out and turned on the old-fashioned lamp beside him, wanting to get up and get out of bed and look in the mirror to see what the scar on his forehead was.

But when his feet stepped on the soft and comfortable woolen carpet, he came back to his senses from the stupor he had just woken up, and he was no longer at his aunt's house.

That's right, he's now living in Clark's house, a castle that belongs to the Puwit family.

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