In the underground tunnel, Rabastan Lestrange opened the stone door that imprisoned the Muggle. All kinds of cries and groans instantly poured into the ears of the Muggle who had just entered. The rusty smell of blood and the stench of decay made their legs tremble.
The dark hell-like scene in front of them made the newly entered Muggle realize their fate.
After stuffing the Muggle into the cage, Gidro Lockhart quietly made a gesture when he passed by Nancy and the others. He couldn't control his expression and raised his eyebrows proudly. Nancy's eyes flashed slightly. She hugged her daughter and watched all this quietly.
"I'll go and submit the mission. You go to Rudolphus to do the handover." Rabastan instructed Lockhart and dismissed his men on the spot. Although he did a good job this time and caught some people back, it was still better for this liar to take care of the Muggle.
"As you command, Lord Lestrange." Lockhart suppressed the excitement in his heart and respectfully watched Rabastan and the others leave. He immediately went to Rudolphus Lestrange to receive the Muggle's food. He couldn't wait to show off his harvest to Nancy and her daughter.
After completing the task of distributing food to all the Muggle, Lockhart turned his head left and right to look at the few Death Eaters who were still here. After making sure that no one noticed him, he quickly went to the cage where Nancy and the others were. Before he went out to capture the Muggle, he moved Nancy and the others to a place relatively far away from the entrance of the cave and used the other Muggle cages as cover. Those Death Eaters who liked to torture Muggle were unwilling to go deep into the Muggle's cage. The closer they were to the entrance of the cave, the greater the possibility of being tortured by them.
Lockhart appeared in front of Nancy and the little girl complacently. The little girl excitedly jumped out of her mother's arms and held the railing with both hands. She smiled sweetly at Gidro and said: "Gidro, I missed you so much."
"I, Gidro Lockhart, am back ~" Lockhart winked at the little girl's head and revealed his signature smile. He passed the food he had specially left for the mother and daughter through the railing.
The little girl first handed the food to her mother, then picked up a piece of bread and swallowed it in big bites. The dry bread made her feel a little uncomfortable. Nancy hurriedly brought the water that Lockhart had just handed to her daughter. When the little girl took it, Gidro's eyes flashed and he saw the skin on the back of her hand that was scalded with blisters.
Lockhart asked Nancy in a low voice, "What's going on? Why did they come so far?"
The little girl's mouth was full of food, and her big eyes were wet. She whimpered a few times with the bread in her mouth.
Nancy tenderly stroked her daughter's soft hair and said, "No, Patricia was not full before. She naively asked for more food from the adult who gave her the food. As a result, she was burned by the flame that the adult had conjured."
Gidro subconsciously reached out to touch the wand at his waist, but he immediately gave up the idea of healing little Patricia. When he wanted to heal the famous Harry Potter's broken arm, he was knocked down by Allen and the curse hit his leg. However, the magic that was supposed to heal him caused the bones in his entire left leg to be pulled out. For this reason, he was admitted to the school hospital in Hogwarts. He took the Bone Spirit and felt his bones growing back piece by piece. The painful memory was something that he would never forget.
Lockhart smiled and let go of the wand. He knew in his heart that it must be because Rudolphus was too casual when he distributed the food. The Muggle in front of them got food, but in this farthest corner, the food they got was not as plentiful as the ones in front of them. Although they had not been eating well, little Patricia, who was full under his special care, could not bear it. She naively asked for food and was burned by Rudolphus.
"Don't be afraid. With your Gidro Lockhart here, I promise you that all of this will be over by tonight." Gidro winked at little Patricia.
"Gidro, what do you mean?" Nancy heard this and walked a few steps on her knees. She held the railing and looked at Gidro in surprise. She could not believe that her judgment of the subtext in his words was correct.
"Nancy, yes, I, Lockhart, have succeeded again." Gidro could not control the expression on his face at all. He talked about his experience with great joy. "With the help of my book fan, I got a door key from her. The time is set for tonight. They may even sleep until tomorrow before they realize that we are gone."
"What is a door key?" Nancy asked in confusion. As a Muggle, she did not know what it meant.
"Door key? Oh, you can understand it as a good thing that can move us all from here to somewhere else in an instant. " Gidro took out a tattered chain watch from his pocket and showed his white teeth. "Your great hero, the one who knows magic, I can save you tonight."
"Lockhart, you are awesome! Little Patricia and I will definitely testify for the police in your world. We will prove that you are a great hero! " At this time, even Nancy looked at Gidro with admiration like little Patricia. This made the wizard feel as if he had found a trace of the feeling of being pursued by everyone in the past. He was even happier now. He clearly took advantage of the time when the Death Eaters were drunk to get a door key and ran back immediately after that. He described that he almost fought with the dragon for three days and three nights.
"Then, you can also save the others …" As soon as Patricia asked the question, she was hugged by her mother. Nancy knew the answer from Patricia's awkward expression.
Lockhart laughed dryly and found an excuse. "Erm … Your Lockhart will save you first. After that, the police in the wizard world will save the others."
At the same time, at the end of the deep tunnel, in the spacious hall, Lord Voldemort stood on the cold and rough boulder floor. As soon as Rabasta reported the situation of them going out to capture the Muggle and left the room, there was a change in the room.
Lord Voldemort's pair of shining red eyes looked at the hexagram that was emitting flames. The unpleasant and pungent smell of sulfur gradually became stronger, and the hot breath continued to spread in the air. Soon, the demon Bair emerged from the hexagram.
"The Dark Lord, good afternoon." Bair's tone was still elegant and a little exaggerated. "I can feel that your goods are ready … but there are too many old people and children."
Lord Voldemort's spider-like fingers fiddled with his wand casually. His two slender nostrils moved slightly. Lord Voldemort, who had just received Rabasta's report, knew that the demon in front of him was just greedy for the souls of adults. However, this disrespectful tone made Lord Voldemort very unhappy.
"Greedy demon, do you know that I've captured a lot of people this time? If your speed is satisfactory, it won't be a problem if you want all of them to be adults … "Lord Voldemort suddenly sped up the second half of his sentence. His voice was inexplicably irritable." Hmph, you didn't write the requirement of adults in the contract back then … "
Bair's yellow burning eyes focused on Lord Voldemort. Compared to the last time, Lord Voldemort exuded a more terrifying and evil aura. There was no warmth in his cold eyes. Bair felt that his soul was chaotic and evil. Now, his thoughts were more complicated and unpredictable, and more dangerous.
As soon as he finished his thought, a flame gushed out from the tip of his wand and went straight to Bair. The flame fell on Bair's body and merged with Bair's own flame. After a few flickers, Bair, who was unscathed, stretched his long and powerful arms and the bat-like wings on his back.
"This fire is so comfortable. Thank you!" Seeing Lord Voldemort's slender nostrils twitching and his expression ferocious, Bair smiled with satisfaction. "As you wish." His burning yellow eyes circled around Lord Voldemort's pale face. Black venom dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the ground, and then he disappeared from the room.
Bair was a pit fiend, a demon of the flames and shadows. His core was the raging flames. With Lord Voldemort's knowledge, he definitely knew this, but he still attacked him with fire. This meant that the knowledge from the Abyss had influenced his thinking, and made him more accustomed to the way demons moved before thinking.
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