167 Books and Rings
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(); At the same time, the second scream in the bedroom gradually became weaker.
Then, a third scream suddenly sounded.
The figure on the sofa seemed oblivious to all this, and continued to read the newspaper casually.
Bellatrix stood beside him silently.
It didn't take long for the Death Eater in black robes to come out of the bedroom. He was holding something like a book in his hand, and the papers were made of shimmering silver pages.
He respectfully handed the book to the figure on the sofa, then stepped aside, looking back and forth at Bellatrix.
"I heard that your sister is planning to marry a mudblood?" the Death Eater said maliciously.
"I don't have such a sister!"
Bellatrix retorted subconsciously and angrily. She glanced at the figure on the sofa carefully, but the other person was carefully reading the book in her hand. There were some weird symbols on it, which were written in the language of the goblins. It's done, but the figure seems effortless to read.
"Since being expelled from the family, she is no longer a Black, but a complete pure-blood traitor!"
Bellatrix followed her inner fanaticism and tried hard to express herself in front of her master: "One day, I will kill her with my own hands!"
"But what about your cousin who was assigned to Gryffindor?" The Death Eater's information seemed to be very well-informed. He asked relentlessly: "As far as I know, he was the first to be assigned to Gryffindor. Black of Findor.”
"And he also has a younger brother who happens to be enrolling this year."
"If another Black is sorted into Gryffindor, it will be difficult to doubt whether your blood... is really that pure."
"Dolohov, what do you mean?!" Bellatrix asked, her eyes suddenly filled with resentment.
"Are you doubting my loyalty to my master? Or are you questioning my inability to do things well? Do you think finding the hidden descendants of the Goblin King Legnac I is much easier than casting a few Cruciatus Curses?!"
"No wonder it took you so long just to interrogate those goblins." She said with utmost mockery.
Antonin Dolokhov's face turned red and white as she spoke.
"It's better than having a bastard in a family with the same surname who is willing to marry a mudblood!" he immediately countered.
The two looked at each other angrily, neither of them willing to give up.
The figure on the sofa slowly closed the silver-leaf book.
"That's enough," he said.
They both shuddered at the same time and lowered their heads.
"Please forgive my offense, Master..."
Dolohov whispered.
"I will never spare any Black who dares to betray his own bloodline, Master..."
Bellatrix tried her best to show her loyalty.
There was a brief silence.
The figure caressed the books carelessly with slender fingers, seemingly lost in thought.
"We've lost a friend," he said.
"And a friend who will be joining us soon."
"They made a mistake and after receiving the reward, they failed to achieve their intended purpose."
"Should I forgive them?"
"Are they...worthy of my forgiveness?"
Although this sounded like a question, the figure did not look at the two people beside him.
He looked far away at the mountains outside the window, and the surroundings fell into silence for a while.
Only the chirping of birds sounded from time to time outside the house, and bursts of whimpering came from the bedroom.
After a while, the figure suddenly called: "Bellatrix."
Bellatrix stepped forward nervously, with a faint hint of fanaticism on her face, and couldn't help but say: "You can just call me Bella, Master."
Dolohov sneered, but this did not affect Bellatrix at all. She just stared at the figure on the sofa with intense eyes, unmoved.
"Very well, Bella."
The figure generously agreed to her request.
"You succeeded in doing what I asked. You deserve to be rewarded and become our new friend."
"Now, hold out your arms, Bella."
Bellatrix hurriedly rolled up her sleeves and stretched her left arm out in front of the figure, her body trembling with excitement.
She has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The figure took out his wand, but he was not in a hurry to do anything, but put the wand in his hand and looked at it carefully.
13 and one-half inches long, yew, phoenix feather core.
"Magic thread."
he said suddenly.
"Ridiculous design, just a toy for children to play with."
"A skilled wizard never needs this kind of thing. It can only be provided to some weaklings who can't even hold a wand."
“But it got a silver medal, and it almost became a gold medal.”
His tone gradually turned cold.
"The entire magical world is gradually declining under the control of this group of incompetent people."
"They're becoming more and more ridiculous, like lowly Muggles."
“They are no longer pure and pure.”
"They need new masters so that we don't have to hide anymore and hide from the real magic."
"They need to be cleansed."
"They need to be pure again."
Bellatrix's eyes gradually became obsessed, and her face was filled with crazy enthusiasm.
"I will always be loyal to you."
She whispered almost like a whisper, her eyes filled with tears of excitement.
"Very well, Bella," the figure said.
The yew wand traced an elegant trace on Bellatrix's arm.Traces of blood seeped out from the traces, connecting them together.
She felt an inexplicable sting, but she held on and did not retract her arm, but endured it secretly.
Eventually, the blood stains gradually faded away.
On her arm, a bright red tattoo pattern appeared.
The weird skeleton is at the top, and a python emerges from the skull's mouth like a tongue.
"The Dark Mark..."
Bellatrix stared at the pattern closely, and she shouted excitedly: "Thank you for the reward, Master!"
At this moment, she finally became a true Death Eater.
Dolokhov looked at her like this and snorted disdainfully.
"Owner......"
Bellatrix ignored him. After being excited for a while, she immediately continued: "My husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, has helped me a lot in this mission, and he is also eager to join. us."
"We are only joined together for the inheritance of pure blood. He, like me, is a pure pure-blood supreme."
As if she was worried that the figure in front of her might misunderstand, Bellatrix quickly added the second half.
"Excessive." Dolohov's tone was a little unkind.
After that, neither of them continued talking, but silently waited for the figure's decision.
"There will be a chance."
After a while, the figure said.
"We will all have a chance."
The figure stretched out a palm and pointed backward lazily.
"Now, kill them all."
He said casually.
Bellatrix strode out before Dolohov could, raising the wand in her hand excitedly.
The figure retracted his palm. He looked at the scenery in the distance and listened to the sobs that stopped suddenly. He placed his right hand on the back of his left hand and gently stroked a golden ring on his middle finger with his slender fingers.
On it, there is an intact black gemstone.
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