The Unforgivable Curse?

Aredin rolled his eyes, wanting to see Voldemort, to see what kind of expression he had on his face.

Voldemort explained, "The Imperius Curse is to make a person completely loyal to me. ”

Eritin couldn't see Voldemort, he was too close to him, his eyes rolling, and his gaze fell back on the navigator. He still stood quietly, motionless, and looked as usual.

No wonder he betrayed himself in such a short period of time.

It turned out to be magic.

Manipulating people's minds can also ensure the self-awareness of the manipulated.

Voldemort continued: "There are three unforgivable spells, shall I introduce you to the remaining two?" ”

Words are interrogative sentences.

But he flicked his wand and aimed it at the navigator, and said the incantation in a cheerful tone: "Drill the heart and cut the bones!" ”

The man fell in agony and lay on the ground, twisted like a hemp rope, wailing in pain, worse than dead.

The blood on his face disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Eritin's expression remained unchanged, he wasn't the kind of hairy boy, and he couldn't be afraid just because he watched a torture.

After just a few seconds, Voldemort withdrew his wand and glanced at Arettin's eyes.

He smiled and continued, "The last one is my favorite spell, and the most powerful. ”

"Death curse."

"Whoever is hit, no matter where it hits the body, will die."

Arridin looked at the navigator.

Voldemort raised his wand aloft: "Arvada suo!" ”

A flash of green light flashed.

The man who was still twitching on the ground suddenly stopped moving, and lay quietly on the ground, losing all the breath of life.

Aredin remained unmoved.

"I like the look in your eyes." Voldemort whispered, "But why not make an evaluation?" ”

As he spoke, he paused and smiled faintly, "Oh, by the way, I forgot that you were sealed by magic. ”

He waved his wand.

The whole room was enveloped in magic.

At the same time, Aritin felt his tongue regain his freedom: "What do you want to do, Voldemort?" ”

The head can also turn, raise the head, and look at him.

"Arridin, you are not qualified to sit in the king's seat." Voldemort whispered, looking at the chair he was sitting in.

Arridin scoffed, "You want to enslave me? ”

"No, don't say that." Voldemort shook his head, "I'm not one of those brutal people. ”

"Friend, do you know that word?"

"I wish we could be friends."

With that, he flicked his wand, and Eritin's hand lifted uncontrollably, his sleeves rolled up until he stopped at his shoulder blades.

"I'll leave you a testament as my friend." Voldemort's wand pointed out, against his skin.

Eritin gasped.

The scorching pain invaded his entire arm, like a soldering iron on it, and when he moved his head, a tattoo was printed on his skin, and the skull swallowed a snake that came alive, and when it caught his gaze, the snake even swallowed out a tongue message and said hello.

"Well, make a choice." Voldemort drew his wand back and said with a smile, "Be my friend, or."

People are under the eaves.

Aritin thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "I don't think we can't be."

"Look me in the eye." Voldemort interrupted him.

Eritin paused, raised his head with difficulty, and the two of them looked at each other: "I would love to, Voldemort, to be your friend." ”

Voldemort shook his head: "No, you're not honest at all. ”

"I don't see any sincerity in your eyes."

Eritin didn't speak.

Voldemort raised his wand regretfully, "That's bad, it looks like you don't want to be my friend." ”

Regent!

His eyes glowed with a white light that invaded Arridin's brain, flipping through his memories.

Copy and paste them into your brain.

"What do you want to do?" Eritin asked, feeling his brain invaded, and his tone was slightly panicked at the thought of the Confusia Spell in the spellbook provided by Crouch.

Voldemort didn't say anything, just smiled at him.

Forget it!

His memory was completely cleansed.

Faint!

He collapsed in his chair and fell asleep.

With a wave of his wand, one of his hair was cut off and flew into his hand.

Voldemort took out a vial of potion and put his hair in it, gurgling it tumbling and bubbling into a dark ruby color, deep and pure.

He took a sip of it.

The taste is as hot as whiskey, irritating the throat and stomach.

Aredine tastes good.

His body began to twist and deform, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely transformed into Arettin.

Voldemort glanced at his clothes, and with a wave of his wand, the robe became exactly like the elaborate salute.

At this moment, he is the king of the wild hunt.

He stretched out his wand and uttered another incantation toward Eritin.

Zoom out quickly!

Unconscious, the former King of the Wild Hunt shrunk and condensed to the size of his thumb in the blink of an eye, Voldemort pulled out a vial and shoved him into it—now he was reluctant to kill Aridin, and the Polyjuice Potion still needed him.

There was also a corpse on the ground.

Voldemort looked over.

Another glance at the magically sealed door.

Pondering, waving his wand, the corpse on the ground twisted into the form of another person, vaguely six or seven points similar to his original appearance - it was the father who gave birth to him, several more wounds on his body, abdomen, chest, and the deadliest sword slashed through his throat.

The furnishings in the room flew wildly, disguised as a fight.

Eventually, he unraveled the magic.

Bang Dong –

The door was slammed open.

A team of Hunt Knights rushed in, realizing that something was wrong the moment the magic sealed the house.

"So impatient." Voldemort pinched Eritin's tone.

The knights bowed their heads: "Lord Eritin." ”

"A thief, disguised as a thief who wanted to assassinate me." Voldemort whispered, "Dispose of the corpse." ”

The knights responded.

Voldemort paused, then continued: "Go and tell Gael, that ally is not credible, he is a careerist with no skills, but there is a breakthrough in the research of White Frost, and now I need manpower to conquer that world." ”

"Get the means to save us Ain-El."

Gael, the leader of the Elven King's City of Aynel, is a talented conductor and the most trusted and respected person in Aredin.

He's in charge of all the logistics of Wild Hunt.

The knights looked up in surprise and looked at Eredin.

For the first time, they had heard that there was a solution to hoarfrost.

Voldemort waved his hand.

The knights hurriedly retreated and took the corpses with them.

After everyone left, Voldemort sat down in Eritin's place, spread his hands, and took a deep breath - is this what royal power tastes like?

(End of chapter)