Vol 3 Chapter 39: 28 pure blood families

"Rabastan!" Rabastan Lestrange's elder brother, Rodolfos Lestrange, found out that he was wrong. From his perspective, he could see Rabastan's side face sticking out of the fence, that face. It was pale and terrible, and his eyes had completely lost focus, as if an inexplicable fear had dominated his mind.
Rodolfos Lestrange shouted loudly: "Rabastan!"
But he found that his younger brother did not respond to the stimulation of external sounds at all. The human life seemed to be getting out of this body, taking away the last bit of human heating from the cold Death Death Eater, leaving only a cold Stiff, like the remains of a corpse.
His non-focused eyes stared directly at the passage to this cell. Due to the angle of the cells, Rodolphus and Bellatrix couldn't see where he was staring, and Rabastan's lips were white. His eyes were blue and dark, and a breath of frost gradually covered his upper lip and between his nose and breath between his breath. A thick white mist sprayed from his mouth and condensed into ice on the iron fence.
He was twitching and shaking, and Rodolfos stared nervously at him, afraid that his soul would get out of this body in the next second.
At this time, the light of Bellatrix's eyes could already see the shadow of Mogos. She noticed that a darkness that swallowed the surrounding light gradually appeared around them, and even the brightness in the prison dropped a lot. A shadow much taller than ordinary people appeared in her vision slowly, and the shadow slowly turned back.
Seeing a pair of rays in the inexplicable darkness like the eyes of intense flames ...
"Ahhhhh!" Bellatrix felt a powerful spirit burst into her mind, and she felt a cold tentacle in her head, which seemed to be cold and chaotic. Dark, extremely evil things, they whispered in her mind, like some fine whispers.
The violent mental shock made her mouth and nose bleed, but she didn't care about it anymore.
What really scared her and eagerly dug out her mind were those indescribable things that entered her mind, the voice of Mirko in the genesis movement, and the evil origin of another universe, usurping Feren The chaotic consciousness of the abyss of the world and the dark, evil forces, the flower of evil that blooms again.
Called ‘abyss whisper’ by believers and priests of the gods!
As an evil with a powerful aura of evil aura, fear aura, and dark aura, the
Abyss Whisper
that comes with Mogos is enough to wash the sub-air protoss and sublime race of the upper planes.
Black blood was flowing from Bellatrix's facial features, her body was shaking violently, and the aftereffects tortured by the dementors made her a little mad, and Rodolph ran over in horror, raising her head with shaking hands. Get up, but it's too late-Bellatrix's fragile spirit, tortured day and night in Azkaban, has suffered irreversible trauma after being hit by the first wave of dark force and evil aura .
"It seems that it is still difficult for a fragile human to look at my true face ..." Mogos Ang Chen sighed.
He condensed the wave that he unconsciously let out, out of the seemingly humanoid group, but he just walked out of a thick, unstoppable darkness, in order to prevent the prisoners of Azkaban from being driven crazy by the true content of Mogos He deserves to come to them in the form of a human, with exactly the same face as Chen Ang, but not to be considered a person.
Mogoth's own dark force, fear of light damage is too strong for humans. It is like human consciousness is difficult to understand a kind of information, but is forced into their brains to understand, and this kind of By comparison, the information in appearance is so insignificant that it is often overlooked.
Like an actor with superb acting skills, when interpreting different roles, people often confuse their temperament and forget that it is the same face.
At this time, the prisoners of Azkaban were able to escape from the suffocating darkness surrounding Morgos, and Bellatrix's trembling body slowly calmed down, and Rabastan did not. Jerking again.
At this time, the organized criminals detained in Azkaban had the spirit to look at the uninvited guest.
Morgos glanced over their faces one by one, and he whispered their names: "Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Ley Strinch, Rodolfos Lestrange, Augustus Lukewood, Amicus Carlo, Alekto Carlo ... "
"There are 28 pure blood families in the British magic world ... I see a lot of people here. Some even one family is here ..."
"Twenty-eight ... pure blood ... Pure blood is called pure blood, not because they are of good blood and have strong magical powers, but because they think they are more 'pure blood' than others. None of you, a 'swaying man', suddenly and in favor of the pure-blood family, made up twenty-eight and a half summons ... "
Rodolfos Lestrange stood up struggling. He looked at Chen Ang and whispered, "Dare you ask your Excellency?"
"You don't deserve to know my name ..." Mogos glanced at Bellatrix, who had collapsed to the ground, and nodded and smiled, "unless you imagine her ... with your shallow strength, looking straight I, when we hear our name, will inevitably go crazy. So, you can call me a mysterious person according to the tradition here. "
"No ... you don't deserve that title!" Bellatrix on the ground seemed to hear something, her body instinctively struggling, she looked at Morgoth's face, even though the spirit had received irreparable harm , Half crazy, usually because of some obsession, she growled: "That title belongs to a great king, his power is not what you can imagine ..."
"He's a mysterious man ... and you're nothing more than a beaming clown. A poor copycat!"
As Bellatrix said, the air in the entire cell was quiet, and the Death Eaters were almost choked by silence. Among them, there were many reasons to become Voldemort's followers. There were weak people who sought refuge and were not Bullying, those who adore power, are only immersed in the prestige of the Dark Lord, and cruel and tyrannical, attracted by a cruel leader who can teach them a higher form.
They are all people who feel that they are getting weaker and weaker in the changing situation of the magic world. They have one thing in common: now that the mixed-race wizard is gradually leading the development of the magic world, they feel mental discomfort and loss of benefits.
Those who have lost their interests hope to go back to the past and return to the age when they can do whatever they want with a single surname.
Back in the era of pure blood-dominated magic, let them feel safe, powerful and superior. At this time, Voldemort became the leader they had inferred ~ EbookFREE.me ~ They believe that Voldemort can give them the result they want. .
But now that Voldemort has failed once, many people have sobered from the momentary enthusiasm and realized that Voldemort may not be able to give them what they want. The reason why Death Eaters still have a complete organization now is simply because They have nowhere to go, unless Voldemort returns, they will all be dead in Azkaban!
At this time, Voldemort became a symbol-a symbol of hope.
And this leader is really cold-blooded and cruel. Some Death Eaters feel cruel. They fear his punishment and dare not disobey him. Old Malfoy's later betrayal was not just his own, but a large group of Death Eaters embraced the idea of ​​Old Malfoy.
So, with the exception of lunatics like Bellatrix, they would rather not speak.
"He?" Morgos whispered. "You mean Tom Riddle?"
A black book slipped silently in his sleeve, held by his right hand, and Morgos looked at Bellatrix's crazy and angry eyes calmly: "Or, as you say- —Voldemort? "