Vol 2 Chapter 1685: Land of death

"Bella, what did the nasty woman say?" Ai Wen continued in a soft tone.
The magic surged, and he succeeded in confusing Bellatrix.
Bellatrix looked at Evan slyly and seemed to be sluggish and seemed to fall into his eyes.
No need for linguistic communication, through her eyes, a vague scene appeared in Ai Wen's mind.
Many Death Eaters in black cloaks rummaged through a place full of ruins.
The ground is full of ruins and ruins, not far from the huge black stones. It seems to be a valley. There is a shadow of a mountain in the distance. When Avon is preparing to observe it carefully, the picture slams forward rapidly. The dead gray forest appeared, and the bare, green leaves on the trunk were covered with the crow's body.
this place……
Ai Wen frowned, and the sudden appearance of the forest was too strange.
The dead tree, the dead crow hanging above, he felt the breath of death.
What is this black magic? Still related to evil spirits?
If this is Bellatrix's memory of the Black Witch, then this should be linked to the Ministry of Magic's death gate.
More and more doubts, the original clear road began to be blocked by dense fog.
Just as Ai Wen stared at a dead crow thinking, the picture in his mind began to sway, and Bellatrix was breaking his magic.
He hurriedly stopped the invasion, and the blurred scene disappeared.
"Not looking for the spell in the pile of ruins. We need to send someone to help her find it. She knows that Potter will go there, and once there is a loophole in the encirclement network..." Bellatrix stopped, she It seems to be a bit confusing, and I immediately watched Evan with vigilance. "If you can catch Mason and Potter before, then there is no such problem. Don't stupidly stand here and send this sword to the vault." Go, those dirty goblins are simply not worth trusting."
"This sword..." Ai Wen took the sword from the hands of the house elf.
"This is the sword of Gryffindor, the idiot, it is what the Dark Lord wants, I want Snape to hand it over to me, because only I have the qualification to keep his things." Berat Ricks said almost arrogantly, I don’t know if it’s because of the magical effect, her expression has a hint of hysteria,
Because I am unique, the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord, only I am qualified to carry him. The glory!"
"We are all loyal to the Dark Lord and want to get glory from him."
"No, I am different from you. My loyalty to him is not rewarding. If he needs it, I can dedicate my soul, body and everything."
Evan looked at Bellatrix silently, although there might be magical stimulation, but this guy still remembers his identity and says that he has a relationship with another man in front of his husband. What do you think of Rodolfos Lestrange? What can he do?
What else can I do? Of course, I choose to forgive her. Who is another man who is Voldemort?
Involved in the triangular relationship between Bellatrix and Voldemort, Rodovs Lestrange was really pitiful.
"Put the sword inside the vault, Rodolfos, don't let the filth of the Gringotts without the wand touch it. Remember, you don't touch the things in my vault." Bellatrix arrogance She said, she raised her head and looked at the depressed diagonal lane, and stretched out her slender tongue and licked her lips. "Before you come back, I can check the blood of the wizards in the shop to see if there is any mud. Mix in. Come on, Rabastan, you go with me."
The atmosphere slammed, and Bellatrix asked Harry to join her to torture the poor wizards.
This is really... unexpectedly unfolding!
No one thought that Bellatrix would do this. Harry is not really Rabstein Lestrange. He is not so cruel, can't skillfully use the Dart Mantra or other tortured black magic, and Bella. Trix used to be easy to reveal.
It was able to use, and Harry did not have the position to do these evil things with Bellatrix.
If Bellatrix finds that Harry Potter is by her side, she will be ecstatic.
Ai Wen’s right hand on the wand is really not working. He can only try to control Bellatrix, but it’s hard to do so, and the probability of success is very low. When Harry is in fourth grade, he will get rid of the curse of curse by his own will. Don't say the fierce Death Eater, especially in the consciousness that he just invaded Bellatrix, she has already alerted her, and there is a bunch of goblins and the Ministry of Magic behind them. The wizard is staring at them.
"What happened? You two seem strange today?" Bellatrix said, "Rabastan, isn't this your favorite thing?"
"Rabastein can't be with you"
"I am going!" Harry screamed loudly. "Rodolfos, go to the vault."
He circled around Ai Wen and motioned to let him follow Bellatrix to fight for time. Harry was too small to play Bellatrix. He thought about it too simplistic. Ivan could be sure that if there was no magic, Bellatrix would only need a second to find that Irving was fake.
"No, Rabastan, you go to the vault with me." Avon said, holding his wand tightly in his right hand.
At this time, he noticed that Bellatrix's expression suddenly stunned.
Someone is casting a spell on her, it is Hermione's confusion spell!
But she was not as confused as the guards just now, and soon she broke away from Hermione's magic, and the sluggish expression began to change dramatically.
Oops, the stuffing is over!
Bellatrix felt the magic and found someone attacking her, her eyes wide open.
Just a second before she screamed, Ai Wen stepped forward. He couldn’t take care of the other. The right hand pulled out his wand and swung across Bellatrix. In order to cover his movements, he took advantage of it. Bellatrix, holding her wand's right hand around her shoulders and embracing her.
In the eyes of others, it is like Ai Wen gave Bellatrix a relative hug between husband and wife.
The two men were intertwined, and it seemed that Ai Wen also kissed her, but in fact, Ai Wen whispered in the ear of Bellatrix, "The soul is out!"
Bellatrix’s body trembled fiercely, and Ai Wen held her down.
He knew that he must be very strange now, but he couldn’t care for the other. He applied the sorcerer again. Soon, a strange feeling was quickly introduced into Ai Wen’s right arm. The warmth of a tingling thorn seemed to Flowing out of his mind, connecting him with his wand and the spell of Gangs along the muscles and blood vessels