Chapter 697： The devil's men

In the tumbling bubbles, there is a complete set of bones. But soon, the white bone continued to melt under the impact of the bubbles, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Wormtail pointed at another person in the crowd with his wand again. The yellow-skinned, withered person trembled slightly, and seemed to have some reaction, as if he was resisting and walking into the pool.

But after all, he couldn't resist the control of magic and fell into the pool again.

A few minutes later, it was repeated black smoke and bones.

When Wormtail controlled the third person to walk into the pool, Lucius suddenly said, "Sorry, Wormtail, I'm not in a good mood."

He said in an apologetic tone, "You know, I failed to complete the Dark Lord's order."

He took a deep breath, and his tone was frustrated and low, "That's a curse of loyalty, where can I find the home address of the Weasley family."

Hearing that special spell, Wormtail seemed to be kicked head-on. He muffled and said, "Yes, that's a difficult task. Who can complete it."

Listening to Wormtail’s response, Lucius confided a little bit more. He said with trepidation, “No, no matter how many tasks I have completed before. But an unfinished task will drive me into the abyss. Up."

In the past few days, he has seen too much life and death, and he is really scared.

He was terrified of his future. If he could not fulfill the orders of the Dark Lord, he might become a member of the crowd driven out in front of him.

"Yes." Wormtail's voice seemed even deeper, "No matter how many difficult tasks I have completed before. But a task that I can't complete will drive me into the abyss."

Wormtail and Lucius looked at each other, understanding each other a little bit more.

"Do you regret it?" Wormtail asked in a low voice.

"What?" Lucius asked puzzledly.

"Do you regret being sorted into Slytherin?" Wormtail continued.

He added, "I hate Gryffindor, I hate being assigned to Gryffindor, I hate everything about Gryffindor, and the sorting hat is not accurate at all. If it really has a bit of brain, I should be here. Chipach."

Wormtail murmured, "It would be great if I were in Hufflepuff. I will definitely be able to adapt to it, and I will love it."

Lucius pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "The Malfoy family was all Slytherin. I can't go to other colleges."

"That's really bad," Wormtail said in a low voice. "My family is also Gryffindor, so the Sorting Hat assigned me to Gryffindor."

"Then in order to behave like a Gryffindor, I have to do the dirty work behind the powerful wizard."

Wormtail said to himself, "To be honest, I have always been a good wizard. I have always been in the middle and upper reaches of the school. This is not easy. After all, I have to follow other people to prank and violate School rules, I can’t spend all of my time studying."

"But even so, I still mastered the transformation of Animagus."

A gleam flashed in his eyes, as if recalling what he was most proud of, "You know, there are only seven Animagus recorded in this century, and they are all very powerful wizards in transfiguration. ."

"although"

He frowned again, "Although my Animagus deformed, it became a mouse for some reasons. But it is very difficult for ordinary wizards to master this deformation. At that time, I Fifth grade."

"It's really not easy." Lucius said in a positive tone. "I have also studied this magic. Its difficulty is simply not like ordinary wizards can master in school."

With Lucius’ affirmation, Wormtail’s voice was also happy, "If it’s in Hufflepuff, with this ability, after a few years of graduation, I can even be a teacher at Hogwarts. ."

"Not like it is now." His tone fell again. "Send a group of dark wizards into the cauldron and see if they can survive."

"Everything is over." Lucius said in a hoarse voice. "Now, we have no choice."

"Yes." Wormtail sighed. "We have no choice."

He said with emotion, "Fortunately, I'm used to it. Wizards who try to cling to the strong are like this. Whether in school or in the magic world, they will treat you as a tool and a laughing stock."

There was a hint of resentment in his tone, "When you are useful, they will count on you to come in handy. When you are useless, they can laugh at you. As long as you are a rat for a day, you will be a rat for the rest of your life. .Just be a Death Eater for a day"

Lucius said in a dry and hoarse voice, "As long as you take refuge in the Demon King, you will only be called by the Demon King in your life."

For a while, they were speechless again, silently commanding the dark wizard by the pool to control them into the bath.

Tired of bones, strands of black smoke.

When the last bone was swallowed, the last trace of black smoke disappeared.

Lucius took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "Isn't there any one?"

He screamed, "Nearly a hundred dark wizards, none of them can survive this magic."

These days, they have rushed nearly a hundred dark wizards into the pool. The Dark Lord once said that the dark wizard who can get out of the pool will become their companion.

He knew that the boiling of this magic pond was not so easy to pass, and once it passed the boiling of the magic pond, he could immediately gain powerful power. But he never imagined that none of the nearly a hundred black wizards could survive the boiling of this magic pond.

Wormtail said with trepidation, "After all, they are just ordinary prisoners. If they really have any abilities, they won't be imprisoned in Azkaban."

"They are just consumables to enhance the magic power of the magic pool." Wormtail took a deep breath. "We are not much better than them."

Thinking of Mike's strength, he felt that it was impossible for those scrawny black wizards to pass the magic pond. They were just consumables at the beginning, and they were dedicated to the magic pool and to the Dark Lord.

Seeing this terrible scene, they were silent again, and this time it was the dark wizard who was cooked up by the dark lord. So next time?

When they are unable to complete the task, when they have no use value, and the next time they die, it will be them.

In the last week before school started, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were driven to the Burrow.

At the end of the holiday, Mrs. Weasley wanted to see Ron and Harry and Hermione, so she invited them together.

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