Chapter 834
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Luna didn't die from the poison like the other witches. Instead, she rolled on the ground a few times like the witches in the Black Lake when the weather was good. She suddenly stopped and frowned. She raised her slender hand. Her hand was still white and smooth. Except for the small hole, there wasn't a single drop of blood. She angrily tried to squeeze the spot where Bale's tail had poked her with her right hand, but there wasn't a single drop of blood. Luna angrily tried to squeeze the spot where Bale's tail had poked her, but she still couldn't squeeze out a single drop of blood.
Bair carefully held two ice creams and wiped his forehead with his arm. It was as if he could sweat too. He bent down and looked at the wound with his insect-like eyes. His usual frivolous voice sounded very sincere. "… The puncture was too shallow. It's healed …"
Luna, who was rolling on the ground a moment ago, quickly got up from the ground. She did not care that her face was covered in dust. She stretched out her hand towards Bair again.
Hermione's lips were still tightly pursed. With the help of the attribute potion and the potion, she was the first to break free from the paralysis effect of [Command's Deterrence]. It was only because Luna told her not to move that she maintained her current state. Before Luna pricked her finger, she had already figured out the loopholes in the contract that Bair had mentioned.
Luna had used the demon's tail to prick her finger. The demon's tail's poison had shown its prowess many times in the chaos just now. The poison was almost lethal. Hermione knew that she had worried for nothing when she saw Luna get up unscathed.
Bair, who was carefully holding an ice cream in each hand, had no choice but to move his tail to Luna's eyes.
She pulled Bair's tail and stabbed it into the middle finger of her left hand. She then let go of Bair's tail. Luna once again let out a seemingly unemotional cry.
It was as if she was a third-rate actor. She let herself lie flat on the ground again. However, it seemed that the wound had begun to heal. She had to speed up and use her right hand to squeeze the blood from the wound to the tip of her finger. Blood flowed out from the wound and dripped to the ground.
Bair looked down at the ice cream in his hand and could not help but roll his eyes. He then said with relief, "The contract is complete."
In the deep forest of Albania, in the spacious hall full of silent Death Eaters, Rabasta????????? Lestrange, Dolfen?? Rolle and the rest did not dare to look up. Everything that happened here could not be hidden from their master. The accident caused by Lockhart made them suffer in front of their master, whose emotions were increasingly unpredictable.
"Master, that liar is too slippery. He actually slipped to Africa …" Dolphin bowed his upper body slightly and wiped the sweat on his forehead to prevent the sweat from flowing into his eye that was covered by an eye patch. Even though his arm and thigh bones that were taken away by Gidro's Healing Spell had already recovered, when he was being beaten up by the Muggles, the emotional Muggles had used his magic wand that had fallen to the side to poke one of his eyes blind. The remaining black magic power in his magic wand caused his injury to be unable to heal and regenerate.
His master's silence made him even more frightened. "Master, please forgive me … Africa is too big. When we rushed there, he was already gone. We tried to intercept him several times, but he was not fooled and evaded us … But this liar does not seem to dare to use Phantom Transfiguration. We have forced him deep into the African continent so that he can't reach the coastal cities to use the Muggle tools. Master, please give us some more time. We will definitely be able to catch this guy."
"A liar … Let him escape to Africa …" The Lord Voldemort's red eyes stared at Rabasta. "You are much worse than your brother when he was in good condition. Do you want me to personally deal with such a small matter? I am very disappointed … "
Dolfen's body was trembling slightly. He could no longer care about the sweat on his forehead and bowed even more. It seemed that the ferocious gaze had burned his waist. This attracted the attention of the Dark Lord.
"I think the way I begged for mercy when I was beaten up by the Muggle that day is more suitable for you." The fire gave off a strange light in the red eyes of the Lord Voldemort. He raised a big pale hand. The room was eerily quiet. No one dared to stand up and plead for Dolfen. In fact, they also resented Dolfen's incompetence. He could not even subdue a liar and caused such a big commotion.
The Death Eaters in the room looked at their master with trepidation. From their expressions, it seemed that everyone was worried that because of Gidro Lockhart, the Death Eaters in the room. Not only did Lockhart cause trouble, but he was also blamed for being still alive.
Dolfen was full of despair. He closed his eyes. A curse hit him and sent him flying. His body hit the stone wall on the other side of the hall. He covered his chest in pain and rolled to the ground.
But this was just the beginning. He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. He was suspended in mid-air with his head down. It was as if he was hung by an invisible rope and slowly rotated. Dolfen did not even dare to struggle, but he was pulled back by the Lord Voldemort. He watched as his master's finger pressed on his own chest. Like a hot knife touching butter, the Dark Lord's spider-leg-like finger pierced into his chest. The life force of his whole body was slowly sucked away, bringing a piercing pain to his whole body. Dolfen, who was in so much pain that he wanted to die, let out a long, miserable howl.
Only Dolfen's screams echoed in the empty hall. The Death Eaters did not dare to breathe. No one wanted to be the next person to be punished by their master.
But suddenly, they heard a creepy hissing laughter coming from their master who was sitting above them. The braver Labastan quietly looked up and found that their master's lipless mouth was twisted into a strange smile.
The Lord Voldemort raised his hand, and Dolfen fell from mid-air. Rabastan's eyes were wide open in fear. He stared blankly at Dolfen's exposed chest under his torn robe. The surrounding Death Eaters followed the line of sight of the male wizard who looked like a python. They were a little dizzy and gasped in unison. Five wounds surrounded by veins like dead leaves appeared on Dolfen's chest. The deep holes were dripping with blood, but the organs inside were still beating normally.
"You two are in luck. Just now, Allen?? Harris's beloved is dead. " The snake-faced Lord Voldemort smiled and told his men the good news. "I feel that the demon has completed the contract."
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