I believe that those friends who often use black magic to kill people and set fires in the HP world should know a common sense.

After killing someone, there will be a certain rift in the soul.

And if these friends often split souls and create Horcruxes, they will definitely feel very familiar with this rift.

After all, this rift is an important prerequisite for soul splitting, and with this rift, combined with a specific spell, that piece of soul can be torn apart. Later, when combined with various dark magic spells and soul-carrying containers, a fresh Horcrux is baked.

Of course, some friends will wonder about this, that is, if you split your soul like this, will it lead to a decline in your magical attainments? After all, there is no such thing in the book.

On this question, the esteemed Senior Riddle, a well-known Hogwarts graduate, is convinced that practice leads to true knowledge.

In order to fill this gap in the magic book, he made six Horcruxes with his own hands, and inadvertently made a seventh Horcrux, finally filling in this omission in the academic history of Horcruxes -

Even if the soul is divided many times, the strength of the wizard himself will not be greatly affected, and even the black magic attainment may be further improved by killing enough people and having enough evil thoughts.

But intellectually...... The soul is split, what reason do you need? How do you let them lychee? Crazy thinking has long occupied the high ground of the brain!

So it's normal for Voldemort to often do something unreasonable, people have no brains, and they still have high standards and high requirements.

But even so, finding a group of allies who are wizards on the surface, but not human on the inside, is still a very explosive thing.

Especially from the deep impression of this Death Eater's soul, the monster's appearance is simply impossible to describe in words, and a glance at it seems that it is synonymous with chaos, distortion and depravity.

And after Harley found that appearance from her memory, she also expressed her agreement with the Death Eater's opinion.

Hallie even wondered how Senior Riddle had found such an ugly group of monsters. Compared with them, Senior Riddle can be said to be suave.

The wizarding world says it's not small, but it's not too big, it's just such a place, it's just such a creature, and it's still difficult to hide an entire group of ugly monsters who aren't people for a long time.

But no matter how ugly these monsters were, they weren't human, and now they had nothing to do with themselves, but were fighting Professor Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic to help Voldemort stall for time.

So Harley threw it to her head for the time being, and strode straight into the depths of Azkaban.

…………

By this time, Azkabanri had become a hell, with blood and corpses everywhere.

Through the operation of the pure-blood family, the Aurors who were on duty during this period of time were all pure-blood wizards, and there were no half-blood wizards or Muggle-born wizards.

Now, naturally, these Aurors are on the same side as the invading Death Eaters.

They first released all the imprisoned Death Eaters and distributed wands to them.

These prisoners at the lowest level of the prison were some of Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters.

Even though Voldemort was missing, they would not leave them, and they were willing to be imprisoned and suffer together.

After being released from prison, the first thing they did was rush to Voldemort's side and confide in their master how much they missed the great Dark Lord.

Voldemort had never liked to hear his men cry in their arms, thinking that such things were a waste of time.

But this time, he made a rare exception.

After all, these are his most loyal subordinates, and he is not willing to betray himself if he loses power.

If you don't want to appease these loyalists, do you want to reuse Malfoy's wall grass?

After telling his loyalty and longing for his master, a slaughtering feast began just after he was released from prison.

The Death Eaters, along with the Dementors who had been co-opted, began to wreak havoc on the other criminals imprisoned in Azkaban.

Even though these criminals pleaded to join the Death Eaters' camp and express their willingness to contribute to the Dark Lord's cause, the Death Eaters turned a blind eye and continued to vent their tyrannical feelings as they pleased.

It's a pity that the prison prisoners don't seem to be enough for them to kill, after all, for those wizards who are caught for petty theft, spoofing Muggles, or peddling counterfeit products, they are basically sentenced to be locked up in a confinement cell below the Ministry of Magic for nearly a month or two before they can be released.

Even if they are imprisoned in Azkaban, if the crime is not particularly serious, they will be transferred to the Ministry of Magic during the month of Christmas, so that the prisoner can have a good Christmas.

Now there are only those who deserve to die for their unforgivable sins, but because there is no death penalty in the wizarding world, they were able to survive and be imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

After torturing a dark wizard in front of her who had been sentenced to life in prison with multiple cutting spells, Bellatrix spat on the ground.

"What the hell," Bellatrix said viciously,

"Why are there so many prisoners in an Azkaban? It didn't feel like the host's needs were at all! ”

"You forgot it's Christmas?" Lukewood, who had also been detained for a long time, threw out another heart-piercing spell, "Everyone has been taken away, where are you going to find someone?" ”

"If there aren't enough prisoners, it's not enough, and don't forget, the master has brought so many giants, werewolves, and goblins."

"Although the blood and life of these lowly creatures are not of high quality, they are superior in large enough quantities to definitely satisfy their masters."

"I'm angry when I say that," Bellatrix threw out a life-requisition spell with a face full of anger, ending the sinful life of this inhuman dark wizard who had been tortured by himself,

"How can those lowly things sacrifice their lives to participate in the great cause of their masters?"

"This is blasphemy! Blasphemy against the glory of the great master! Why not sacrifice those pure-blooded betrayers in the Ministry of Magic who dare to disobey their masters' orders! ”

Looking at the crazy Bellatrix, no one around him dared to answer.

After all, her proposal already involves her own interests, she is a madman, she is not a madman.

There was silence except for the muffled wails of a few prisoners who still breathed.

"Then why don't you give your life to the great Dark Lord yourself?" A voice suddenly sounded, especially in this silence,

"Since the Death Eaters were all born into pure-blood families and have noble blood, wouldn't it be the best choice to give such blood to the Dark Lord as a sacrifice?"

The Death Eaters present instantly wanted to curse, what a pot that can't be opened!

Most of them chose to join the Death Eaters because they just felt that it was good to cool off in the shade of a large tree and wanted to hug a thick thigh.

Do you really want to give your life? Even the vast majority of Death Eaters who were willing to be imprisoned in Azkaban couldn't make that choice!

Seeing that Bellatrix's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, Rodolphus hurriedly refuted loudly:

"Don't talk nonsense! We are noble purebloods! Only by staying alive can we better dedicate our lives to the great Dark Lord and realize the value of life! ”

"Really? But I don't think the greatest value of your life is to die a painful death? ”

A footstep suddenly appeared at the end of the stone corridor, full of rhythm, as if stepping on a drum, slowly moving forward according to a certain pattern.

The Death Eaters, who had been imprisoned for a long time, realized that there was an intruder, and Rodolphus raised his hand and threw it at him.

But the glow of the spell pierced through the air without hitting any targets.

"Are you looking for me?" A sweet voice rang in Rodolphus' ears.

Rodolphus's body stiffened, and he felt that the person who was speaking was so close to him that he didn't seem to need to straighten his arm to pinch his neck.

But is this impossible? Behind him are those Death Eaters.

Not to mention that his wife and brother were also in the crowd, and other Death Eaters might stab themselves in the back, but as long as they didn't betray the Dark Lord, Bellatrix and Rabastan would never abandon them.

And...... If this voice is the voice of the intruder, then the footsteps that still come slowly in front of me...... Who is it?

Rodolphus' muscles tensed, and he moved cautiously, and suddenly ran forward a few steps in succession, leaning against the wall, and at the same time threw a drill heart spell with his backhand.

Under the pressure of life and death, it is clear that Rodolphus has not exercised for a long time, but this series of actions is still done in one go.

But his back was empty, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. The footsteps were gone, and only the other Death Eaters stared blankly at him.

"Rodolphus, what nerves are you?" Bellatrix asked impatiently,

"Let's go, we're going to the next cell to spread the glory of the Dark Lord."

"Didn't you hear?" Rodolphus' face was full of disbelief, "That unusual sound just now, and that string of footsteps?" ”

"What sound?" Dolokhov, who had been looking down the corridor at the same time as Rodolphus, was now confused,

"Didn't we just finish killing someone and were about to go to the next cell? Have you been locked up for too long and have a problem with your brain? ”

"yes, there's no sound."

"Is it because the Dark Lord is back, so you're too excited?"

"Murder is a hallucination, right? It's a piece of rubbish. ”

“……”

The Death Eaters in front of them didn't open their mouths, but countless whispers rang out.

There was a wall behind him, but Rodolphus took a few steps backwards in succession, his eyes full of horror.

He didn't know what was wrong, everything seemed normal, but it wasn't normal.

"You're not really going to take their word for it, are you?" The voice that had been heard before suddenly resurfaced in Rodolphus's ears,

"You hear the voice, how can it be a hallucination in their mouth? Do you believe it? Hee-hee, do you really believe it? ”

Rodolphus felt a sharp dagger licking his neck and slowly sliding down the line of his spine.

But the colleagues in front of him looked at him with strange eyes, as if he was really making trouble unreasonably and nerves.

And when I really reached out and touched it back, I could only touch the solid wall, and I couldn't feel any traces of the existence of the creature.

The lights at both ends of the hallway began to go out, one after the other, quickly extending towards the middle.

One by one, the Death Eaters were consumed by the darkness, and never made a sound again, as if they had never existed.

And the footsteps sounded again, and every time the lights went out, the footsteps sounded rhythmically, and they kept getting closer to themselves.

"Glow...... Fluorescent flash! Rodolphus waved his wand in fear, but no light appeared.

The darkness was still approaching, and Rodolphus shouted like crazy, "Fluorescent flickering! "Fluorescent flicker!" "Fluorescent flicker!"

Nothing else happened, except for the Death Eaters who looked at him like madmen, and his beloved wife and brother, Bellatrix and Rabastan.

It's as if they don't notice anything, they just think they're crazy.

Eventually, even Bellatrix was engulfed in darkness, leaving only the magic lamp on Rodolphus' head.

"You light me up! Fluorescence scintillation, F...... K, why don't you light up! Rodolphus became more and more hysterical, and his voice was filled with tears.

Suddenly, the wand in his hand fell to the ground.

And the man in front of him, who was so thin that he could see his ribs because he had been locked up in Azkaban for too long, also knelt down directly, covered his face with his hands and cried loudly:

"Don't leave me, don't, Bella! Rabastan! Please, don't leave me! ”

A figure slowly appeared in front of Rodolphus.

didn't have time to see who was in front of him, he hurriedly pounced, hugged the figure's thigh and cried:

"Please, save me! Spare me, everything is the Dark Lord's order, it was Bella's idea, I don't know anything......"

Looking at the incoherent man in front of him, the figure chuckled: "Then who do you see who I am?" ”

Rodolphus looked up obediently, only to see a familiar face.

The expression on his face was a mixture of fear, despair, and disbelief.

Rodolphus backed back, hitting the wall and trying to keep back.

"Impossible!" He roared hoarsely, "Frank Longbottom! How could it be you? Aren't you already crazy! ”

"But it's us, what should we do?" Another figure emerges from the darkness.

"Alice Longbottom!" Rodolphus' voice was filled with despair, and dead silence hung over the room.

"It's a shame we're not Aurors now." Frank sighed.

"yes, that means we don't have to comply with the Aurors' demands, and we can torture the damned Death Eaters as much as we want." Alice shook her head as well, as if she was extremely sorry.

"Please...... Kill me, please, you can't ......"

Before Rodolphus could finish his sentence, Alice kicked him hard against the wall.

"Why can't we?" Frank's voice was calm and undulating, "When Alice was pregnant, didn't you torture her like this?" ”

"I don't like the unforgivable curse, and I don't want to violate the morals of my heart. But who made you hurt my child? ”

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

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…… (End of chapter)