Chapter 1214 Gently gone, just as he came gently

Just when Bellatrix was at a loss, Voldemort's phantom slammed into her body after some silent shouts to no avail, and she shouted, "Master?"

"Don't resist, let me into your heart and mind..."Voldemort's exasperated voice finally reached Bellatrix's heart, calming her down considerably.

Rudolphus Lestrange at the entrance of the cave also broke in at this time, he pushed down Alector Caro, who was still in a daze, to get out of the way, and then he was delighted to see his wife standing in the room with her back to her, but after only a few seconds, his expression changed to horror: "Bella?"

The long black-brown curls of Rudolphus's wife, Bellatrix, fell out in large quantities, revealing a pale scalp inside, and on the scalp, where it should have been the back of the head, suddenly revealed a face, the color of which was as white as chalk, one red eye radiated light, and the other eye socket was like a dry crack with a black hole, and under such a hideous and terrifying face were two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Bella, you idiot, pick up Vikna's hand and eyeballs! Get me out of here!" a hissing sound came from the back of Bellatrix's head, and Voldemort's voice was furious, not at all human-sounding.

"Ahh

Bellatrix, who was crawling on the ground, saw a pair of pale men's feet, wearing leather sandals of the Greek style that had appeared completely out of place, and the sound of tuk tuk was emitted on the ground by the cobra-shaped cane in the hands of the owner of the feet.

The bald female Death Eater looked up, only to think that the person in front of her looked like an aggressive ram - the bridge of the nose on the light skin was very straight, the closed lips and the nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose made him look very stern and unapproachable, and the most frightening thing was the unforgettable pair of large yellow eyes, like the legendary basilisk, although not as dead as the basilisk at a glance, but still made Bellatrix stiff and paralyzed in place.

The wizards inside and outside the room felt this faint coercion, this suppression made their backs tense, they felt the blood flow being squeezed, their brains were a little dizzy, their hairs stood on end, and every bit of prophetic talent was shouting to warn them of this dangerous approach.

Bellatrix tries to hold on to her wand, but finds that she can't control even a finger, which makes her understand why her husband didn't react again - everyone in the room lost the ability to move on their own and was paralyzed and imprisoned in place.

The old man in front of him began to walk towards the doorway as if no one was around.

The long white hair under the bald head shook slightly as he walked, and after only a few steps out the door, he suddenly stopped, and his crutches fell to the ground with a clatter, and his chest, which had not heaved all this time, seemed to sigh, and he turned his head, and Rudolphus, who had met his gaze, jumped sharply, and then he saw the other man raise the hand with the wide silver ring in front of his eyes, and fell into a daze.

Alector, who had just been pushed to the side, was still unable to move, and she watched in horror as Rudolphus stood up as if he had lost his will, and followed like a servant behind this terrifying monster that looked like an old wizard but had unspeakable power, and to her thankfully, the other party's attention seemed to be completely unfocused on her, as if she were dust on the ground.

Voldemort behind Bellatrix was the most sober of the few people present except for the old man, but his already distorted face became even more distorted at this point, and he seemed to be struggling to escape from his mistress's body, but he was trapped in her body.

At the back of Bellatrix's head, a bulging bag bulged, then retracted, and a round bag bulged out in another place. It was as if something was in it and wanted to rush out but was stuck in her head by the flesh, and she couldn't break free, she couldn't break through her flesh and rushed out.

Then, just as the old man dressed in Greek walked softly, as he came gently, he waved his sleeve before leaving, and took Rudolphus and Bellatrix with him and Voldemort behind her head.

Alector regained her ability in an instant, and her gaze fell on the heart of Vikna that had been left on the ground.

Thinking of Alan Harris just outside the door, the irrepressible fire of desire to avenge her brother ignited Alector, making her forget her fear and her eyes turned red, and then, like crazy, threw herself at the heart of Vek on the floor in the chamber, and fell to her knees, her black Death Eater-style magic robes soaked with the blood that her master Voldemort had just shed on the ground.

Alector was unwilling to fail like this and ran away, and gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn, it's all Bella's idiot who is too slow! Either it took too much time between the two steps of digging out the master's heart and placing Vic's heart, or it was the ghost of the strange old man just now, which caused his master to fail in the end!

Finding the last straw for her revenge cause, Alector grabbed the shriveled and stained Dark Lord's bloodstained Heart of Vikna and disappeared into the room, but compared to her colleagues who were on their way to Bulgaria or the United States, she only allowed herself to move to the floor of the temple, to the makeshift barracks.

"Merlin bless!"

After the witch of the Caro family finished talking, she did not hesitate to dig into her chest with the wand in her hand, she had no way to deform her ribs like Voldemort, she could only brutally break them and plan to repair them later with healing.

Thirty seconds later, Alector's own torn heart fell to the ground along with the blood that spurted out, and with the support of her desire for revenge, she used the last strength to shove Vikna's heart into her blood-surging chest, and then she fell backwards, even though she was fast enough, the so-called artifact remained silent.

The witch body of the Caro family was lying in her own blood, her cheeks seemed to be a little sunken due to excessive blood loss, her eyes were full of fear, her life force was trying to escape from her grasp, she used the last of her strength to let herself reach out and try to correct the position of the heart in her chest, but before it was finished, the last bit of life had completely left her body, and her hand began to slowly stiffen after falling weakly on her chest,

Until she took her last breath, the apprentice she believed in was actually her enemy, and showed no mercy to her.