"I have a question for this Mr. Death Eater, how can I pry your mouth open?"

Gretel asked, crouching in front of Selwyn, rubbing his chin.

However, Selwyn's appearance really did not look a little unseemly, and the whole head was upside down and stuck in pine needles.

The clothes on his left arm had long since been torn off by Gretel.

Originally, Glitter was still puzzled, which one of them attacked him, a minor wizard.

While searching for the loot, the Dark Mark on Selwyn's left arm cleared his mind.

Selwyn wasn't going to be stubborn, he just wanted to hurry up and say to Gretel what he had been ordered, so that he could find that glimmer of life.

"I know that you Death Eaters are very tight-mouthed, after all, they are the Dark Lord's loyalists. So, try the methods you Death Eaters used to do so?

Drill the heart and cut the bones~"

For this kind of person who wants his own life, Gretel will not be soft.

And, he believed, dear Dark Lord, would certainly not attack him, at least not yet.

Just like he believes, as long as the opportunity arises, the Dark Lord will definitely not give up on making a comeback.

So, there must be something hidden in this, that poor werewolf, to the death of the face of disbelief.

The disbelief was not for him, but for the fellow Death Eater on earth who had trusted him for three months.

Selwyn never knew that the Curse of Drilling was so painful.

It's no wonder that when he interrogated other wizards in the past, he could easily get the information he wanted from them.

The feeling of not being able to survive and not being able to die made him feel that death had become the best destination.

From the skin, from the bone marrow, from every inch of the body, frantically rushed to the brain, as if all the organs were wailing in pain.

That kind of pain, even if the body has been petrified and imprisoned, it still breaks through the spell, and the whole person can't stop convulsing.

Thankfully, the spell didn't last long.

It's just a second, but it feels like he's just been out of hell.

When the heart curse stopped, he wanted to plead uncontrollably, but his imprisoned body didn't give him this chance.

There was only one thought in his mind, no wonder the Dark Lord demanded that they must take people back.

This is a natural dark wizard, a dark wizard who is more qualified than all of them.

Even the most brutal of the Death Eaters could possibly cast the Unforgivable Spell so silkily at Gretel's age.

The Unforgivable Spell, in addition to the necessary posture and spell, also requires a strong personal will to be added to the spell.

The Curse of Death requires a strong killing intent, and if it lacks killing intent, it is not even as good as a single blow.

It's the same with the Heart Drill Spell, it's not a spell that ordinary people can cast at all.

In addition to the need for extremely high magical realms and magical energy.

It is also necessary for the caster to bring the will to cause pain and happiness to the other person when casting the spell in order to successfully cast the spell.

And, the stronger this will, the greater the pain caused by the Mind Drilling Mantra.

Selwyn could be sure that his Drill Heart Spell was definitely not as effective as Gretel's spell.

In Selwyn's horrified eyes, Glitter used the Drill Heart Charm again.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones~"

After a second of stopping, looking at Selwyn's pained expression, Glitter stopped the spell again.

"No, if you transform it like this, all your emotions will be transformed into the perverted pleasure that the Diamond Heart Curse needs.

In case the mood swings violently when casting the spell, it will torture people crazy in an instant, and they need to be changed.

Set a threshold and control the emotions of the transformation within a certain range. ”

Glitter wrote as he spoke, and after a moment, he put away his notes, and the Diamond Mantra - Modification Type II was newly baked.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones~"

This time, Selwyn's expression was noticeably calmer, at least there was no more time to break free from the spell due to pain.

Although, for Selwyn, the pain was still unbearable, and the only difference might be that he went from the eighteenth to the tenth layer of hell.

At this moment, Selwyn didn't want to think about whether he could survive at all, he just wanted Gretel to give him a good time, and he just begged not to torture him so much for fun.

In his mind, Gretel's image has changed from an ordinary first-year wizard to a cruel pervert.

In fact, when he discovered that his wand was no longer resistant to the Black Spell, Glitter tried the Drill Heart Charm on his puppet.

According to the feedback provided by the puppet, the Drill Heart Charm was not even as painful as he was striking it directly with his wand.

Professor Tom's legacy of memories only taught him how to cast spells.

It didn't teach him how to use an ordinary person's three views to enhance the power of the Diamond Heart Mantra.

In the end, I found a solution by chance in a thrift store on Market Street.

It was a worn-out magic doll that carried the childhood memories of a wizard for some reason, and cast a spell on it that could absorb sadness and transform it into happiness.

By parsing this spell, Glitter successfully changed the Diamond Heart Spell to a version that suited him.

It is estimated that even Professor Fu could not have imagined that Gretel would be such a ghost.

Selwyn couldn't have imagined that he was now bent on dying, just to get rid of his fate of continuing to be the test subject of this perverted wizard.

Endless experiments until his mind became a little trance-like.

Only then did Gretel realize that he didn't have the blockade and mouthpiece spell on Selwyn.

"All curses come to an end."

Even if he is psychologically embarrassed, his face still looks calm and light.

Feeling that his body had regained his freedom, Selwyn's eyes were full of surprise.

But looking at the two wands in Gretel's hand, he decadently gave up the idea of escaping.

1510 told his origins.

That's when Gretel realized how much Professor Tom was going to be for him.

In order to die quickly, Selwyn confessed his ill will towards Gretel, and also explained why the werewolf Fenrir would lose control.

Glitter was not a psychopath after all, and after getting the information he wanted, he sent away the fierce and cruel Death Eater with a life-seeking curse.

Clean up the battlefield and clean up the traces of the battle.

"Clear water is like a spring."

The wand's fountain extinguished the embers left behind by the flames.

Cleaning up the battlefield is a virtue.

Grett checked the money bag in his hand, and praised that he was indeed worthy of being a pure blood of the Divine Twenty-Eight Family, that is, he was rich.

As for the werewolf in the distance, Glitter didn't choose to loot.

It's not that I can't look down on it, but I'm worried that I won't be contaminated with the werewolf virus.

Besides, it looks like a ragged face, and there is no need to loot.

——

"Groot, hide it in your pocket, it may not be easy to feel better."

The portkey from Breston back to London was a dilapidated tin can fixed to the ground that no one wanted.

Wizards have always protected portkeys in this way, sometimes with broken boots, sometimes with a rotten stake.

Anyway, it just doesn't attract the attention of Muggles as much as possible.

Gretel prepared himself psychologically, holding a bottle of palliative prepared in advance, and plucked up the courage to walk up.

Even though he had prepared in advance, Gretel still sat on the ground in a daze.

After holding on to the palliative potion, Glitter raised his wand.