Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

"Well, I'll listen to your explanation. Tell me." Sisley raised his eyebrows and said.

"You have to promise that you can't hurt us after I say it." Atticus said tremblingly.

"This is natural." Sisley nodded.

"Also, you call Dumbledore over, otherwise what will you do if you kill and silence him after asking?" He said as loudly as possible.

Sisley sighed helplessly, then punched him in the abdomen.

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think I know the Cruciatus Curse?" Sisley said with a sullen face.

"This... is not nonsense. The only bargaining chip I have now is the information I know. Otherwise, let Tracy go. I'll tell you, or else you will call Dumbledore. I'm worried... You will definitely eliminate the roots."

"I really don't have this idea, how big a deal is this? Isn't it just a matter of rushing into your house and beating you up? With Pernos Thorne and Ethan Thorne Zhuyu in front, this little thing of mine counts. What's the matter, plus Dumbledore is dealing with it, I'll pay you some Galleons at most."

"And I call him for everything as if I can't do it myself. Wouldn't that make me look like a loser?"

"Or, we can change the way, and I will use galleons to buy the truth you know, so that we can make a deal." Sisley bent down to straighten Atticus's ruffled collar and whispered. .

"Buy it with galleons... Haha, how many galleons can you give me?" Atticus said with a bitter smile.

Sisley directly took out the vault key and put it into Atticus's breast pocket and said, "This vault is yours. There are mountains of galleons in it. You will definitely like it."

Feeling the key on his chest, Atticus became even more frightened and shouted loudly: "No! No! I don't want galleons! Let Tracy go! I want Dumbledore! Or the Unbreakable Vow!"

Sisley reluctantly took back the vault key, then flipped the grimoire gently, and a weak green current surged out of it.

Atticus looked at this scene with fear, but still gritted his teeth.

Seeing this, Sisley waved his hand helplessly towards the grimoire, and suddenly a green electric current poured down on Atticus.

"Ahhhh!! Uh...heh!"

His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and he let out low screams, and his face became increasingly pale.

Thirty seconds later, Sisley closed the grimoire and asked, "How was it? Can you talk now?"

Atticus lowered his head and murmured softly: "Let Tracy go...I just said it."

"Tracy...where are her parents?" Sisley asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Killed by You-Know-Who," Atticus said softly.

"Well...are you the only relative?"

"right..."

"That's good." Sisley stood up, waved his hand and removed Tracy's throat lock behind him, and suddenly there were bursts of crying in the room.

This sound made Sisley feel upset and he kicked him hard.

"Cough cough cough!!!" Tracy was kicked in the stomach, and her whole body was like a bowed shrimp, hunched over and coughing.

"Come on, Atticus, look at your only relative, Tracy? Well, she is so beautiful." Sisley stood behind Tracy, pulling her hair from behind and forcing her to lift her head. He started and spoke softly to Atticus.

"Please! Let her go! I can erase her memory. She won't remember anything. As long as you let her go..." Atticus said with a trembling voice, as if he was about to cry.

"What the hell...one by one, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!" Sisley rubbed his temples and muttered to relax his nerves.

"Forget it, I know I promise I will let you go, but you may not believe it. So, let me put it another way."

"Do you want to die painlessly in an instant, or do you want me to torture you all over again and let you die in humiliation?"

As he spoke, Sisley bent down, pinched Tracy's white neck with his hands and said to Atticus: "Look at her, your precious granddaughter can't breathe now."

"Please! Please!!!" Atticus said in a trembling voice.

"Do you really only know that one sentence? Or do you mean you don't know the truth at all, you are just fucking deceiving me!" Sisley roared angrily, and the force in his hands became stronger.

"Uh~~" Tracy screamed.

"I know, I just want Tracy to live...please!" Atticus yelled.

Snapped!

Sisley waved his hand, and Tracy was a little dazed by the slap. When she looked up, she could only see red cheeks.

"You want her to live, which is good and great. I don't want you to die either. What image does Thorne have in your eyes? Huh?"

"What kind of animals are we? Huh?"

Sisley breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his tense nerves.

"I won't kill Tracy. She is very beautiful and I can't bear to part with her. After all, I'm not an animal, right?" Sisley stood behind Tracy again and gently stroked her red cheek. , and straightened her messy hair.

"I will torture her to a state of disgrace by using Cruciatus to cut out her bones, and then sell her to the perverted old wizards in Knockturn Alley who have never seen a woman in half their life!"

"Guess what will happen to Tracy? Become a slave to a dark wizard? Or be a guinea pig in a black magic experiment? Maybe I can still see Tracy at an underground auction."

"Think about Tracy's parents. They were killed by the evil Voldemort and entrusted their daughter Tracy to you before they died. What did you do then?"

"You are so harsh here, making Tracy's future dark and making her scream and cry in the room of some perverted dark wizard."

"Or let her be a guinea pig in the dark wizard's laboratory and endure inhuman torture every day?"

"Or will it become a commodity in an underground auction house or a toy for some perverted wizard?"

"And who is the culprit in all of this?"

"It's you!"

"The culprit is you!" Sisley roared.

"I said! I'm sorry, I'm going to say it! Please, don't do that!" Atticus struggled to raise his head and said.

Huh... Sisley exhaled, straightened Tracy's hair and smoothed her wrinkled clothes again, then gently stroked her burning face, and then walked to Arti again. Sitting on the coffee table in front of Chris, he said, "Tell me about it?"

Behind Sisley, Tracy shed two lines of clear tears, her face flushed, and a look of gratitude appeared in her eyes as she looked at Sisley's back.

Silence is Stockholm Syndrome tonight...

[Stockholm syndrome is a psychological disease in which the victim develops feelings for the perpetrator. Specifically, it can be understood as... being domesticated. 】

[The cause of this kind of mental illness is very complicated. I have simplified it a lot. Search the Internet for details. 】