"Treat me as food?" Voldemort's complexion darkened instantly, and he felt that he had been insulted intolerable.
The man just waved his pale hand lightly, and an invisible barrier blocked in front of the group of fruits. The fruits stopped in mid-air illegitimately, and then fell down suddenly, rolling chaotically on the sand.
Just when Voldemort was about to turn around and leave, the fruits suddenly bounced wildly restlessly, and a gust of scorching air penetrated into the two slits of Voldemort's nose that could barely be called.
A series of explosions came from not far away, followed by dazzling light that seemed to pierce people's eyes, as if the entire island was shaking with this series of explosions.
"Damn it." Voldemort was almost knocked down by the sudden explosion, he waved his wand frantically, resisting the sand and stones flying in all directions.
The journey that followed was not considered a long one, and Voldemort had to spend all his energy dealing with all sorts of strange and endlessly emerging magical creatures. For a while, strong ants the size of a fist and as large as ocean waves attacked him like an army. In the distance, there will be a black mass of frenzied birds flying, roaring and piercing. Charge him tirelessly.
Even if Voldemort didn't care about their threat at all, it was very annoying.
A few pieces of the black robe were even damaged by the explosion just now.
Disgruntled, it is a perfect way to describe Voldemort at this time.
But now his mood has calmed down instead, and he has given up the unreasonable irritability at that time.
Calm thinking is a prerequisite for a peerless wizard.
Especially when he's not in his prime yet.
He can't afford to lose.
Voldemort became more and more cautious. He slowly stepped up the stone steps, carefully guarding against triggering any traps. Lucius was buying time for him and entangled Dumbledore. will come.
It seems that all the traps have been exhausted, and there is no obstacle on this stone step.
Voldemort dragged his robe and walked step by step in front of the stone door made of a whole block of granite, and attached his slender and pale palm like a withered bone to it, chanting a spell softly.
With a sound of "crack", the stone door opened, and a decaying smell immediately filled the air.
There was a stark contrast between the active magical creatures outside just now and the lifeless prison cell.
Voldemort walked in and walked towards the end without hesitation. The tip of the yew wand gave off a faint light, illuminating the way forward.
Some prisoners saw him through the railing, but acted as if they hadn’t seen him, their eyes were blank, and some were asleep, as if the dream brought by sleep could make him escape everything.
It's a hangover from being tortured by dementors.
Voldemort was not worried about his men, they were the craziest dark wizards, and their spirits might be slumped by dementors, but they would never completely destroy their will.
He wanted to find his subordinates first, he could deal with these possibly useless prisoners later, and if they were released, Dumbledore would definitely be in a lot of trouble for a long time.
"Who are you? You were also arrested?"
Voldemort continued to go deeper, only to find that someone remained conscious and stopped him.
This is a sturdy young man with a bald head and black skin. He doesn't look like a British person, and his accent is a bit strange, but he seems to be from Africa.
"Aren't you affected?" A cruel light flashed in Voldemort's scarlet eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to be so rude to him.
However, he still held his temper and asked in a cold tone.
"Oh, I don't know, all I know is that they've been like this since I came in here." The man laughed and said, completely without self-consciousness as a prisoner, and seemed a little happy for the newcomer's entry.
"It's so boring here," the man said. "Are you a newcomer here? Didn't an Auror sign you up?" He asked curiously.
"I can send you on a great adventure, it must be fun."
A green light flashed in the dark corridor.
he died.
Voldemort didn't need any important reason to kill people.
Voldemort slowly moved deeper. The man's words just now seemed to give him some hints, but he still couldn't deduce anything from that bit of information. As for Legilimency, he didn't want to waste time on it yet.
"Antonin Dolohov." Voldemort muttered to himself with a happy smile on his pale face. He had already found one of his most capable generals.
The man fell down in the cell. He had a long, pale, distorted face, and his temperament was somewhat similar to Voldemort's, but his big body and round waist diluted this feeling.
He should be one of the most powerful dark wizards under Voldemort. He once joined several other Death Eaters to kill Molly Weasley's two brothers Fabian and Gideon Prewett.
At this time, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
"Resuscitate quickly!" The cold incantation echoed in the cell.
Dolokhov opened his eyes upon hearing this.
Those eyes lost all emotions representing color, and there were only endless emptiness, which made people feel palpitating. This man seemed to have lost his soul.
Voldemort felt his heart convulse, and an emotion called anger spread in his chest.
He gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Dumbledore!"
Voldemort left the small prison, quickened his pace, and moved deeper.
Suddenly, his bone-like hand trembled undetectably.
He saw a woman sitting on a tattered wooden chair, her hair, which was once smooth and black, was now matted together, extending into many branches, which seemed so brittle that it would shatter if touched.
She stared blankly at the man in front of her, as if he was air or some other transparent substance.
who is she
Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the three Black sisters.
If it was normal, even if she still retained a little bit of consciousness, she would crawl over frantically, shout his name, and kiss his toes lightly.
The man licked his somewhat dry lips, his pale face fell into an irritable mood, his scarlet eyes began to become bloodshot, and the light like blood flickered in the snake pupils, Voldemort's most fanatical admirer to him Legilimency was used.
A blank, a blank sheet of paper.
Voldemort's ten pale fingers twisted together in an instant, making a joint-cracking sound.
"Very good." He muttered to himself, no one knew what kind of emotion he was in.
She's alive, but she's dead
With a deep sigh, Voldemort flicked his wand lightly, and a strange green light flashed across the prison.
The woman sitting on the seat was hit without the slightest resistance, her body fell back, hit the wall, and then slowly slid down powerlessly.
The woman is dead, this time in every sense of the word.
But it might have been a relief to her instead.
"Voldemort will avenge you and make them pay the price they deserve." The man said frantically, it seemed that the whole castle began to tremble violently with fear because of his anger.
Azkaban.
collapse.