Chinese students at Hogwarts.

London, near a church in the suburbs.

The sunlight shines through the colorful glass, projecting a dazzling array of colors on the ground.

"Uh-huh."

A huge cross removed from under the roof floated in the air of the church, and the church pastor was hung upside down on it, groaning in pain.

Where the lectern originally stood there was only a huge armchair covered with red cushions.

Voldemort was lying in a chair, surrounded by several hooded Death Eaters, who completely ignored the cross above their heads.

Instead, they knelt around him in fear:

"Master, do you really want to be reborn with the humble blood of Muggles?

This. This will contaminate your”

Voldemort lazily opened his eyes a little, and his scarlet eyes shone with a heart-stopping color in the sunlight.

"Bella. Do you think so too?"

Bellatrix let out a harsh laugh and stared sarcastically at her 'companions' lying on the ground:

"Master, your power has surpassed any bloodline. Your will is the supreme law, and what you use depends only on you.

Even the blood of Muggles will be noble because of your choice! "

"Bella, you are still so loyal. I like your answer very much."

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction. He closed his eyes again. His voice was very soft, but it was clearly audible in the chapel with a special structure:

"Go, my servants. Prepare the things for the ceremony."

The Death Eaters bowed and exited the auditorium. With a heavy closing sound, the heavy wooden door shook, and the sunlight penetrated the dust in the air to reveal a clear beam of light.

A giant snake snaked out from the shadow in the corner, coiled along the back of the chair, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun with its owner.

"Nagini, yes, you smell the disgusting smell on them, disloyal. That's right."

Voldemort stretched out his deformed fingers with difficulty, and Nagini brought her head closer to facilitate the master's touch.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"

"Of course, there are loyal servants, Bella Barty and others, but none of them are loyal to me because of the so-called pure-blood supremacy.

It's because of my strength! "

Voldemort let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh:

"Although I never admit my past, don't they know? Of course they know, but so what?

If a weak person holds the flag of pure-blood supremacy, will these cunning pure-blood families treat them the same way they treat me?

If they want pure blood, I will give them pure blood supremacy.”

Nagini swallowed the red letter and looked at the cross floating in the sky. It raised its upper body curiously, and the letter became more and more frequent.

"Want to try it? Go ahead. Go ahead, my baby, you are different"

As if she had received some order, Nagini stretched her neck and shot out like an arrow. The snake's snout opened 180 degrees, revealing its smelly hook-like fangs, and bit the priest's neck fiercely. superior.

"Uh-huh"

The priest was twisting in pain, but the tear in his trachea could only make him scream weirdly. Large streams of blood spurted out from his blood vessels, and the pastor's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Perhaps the priest's blood was not to her taste, so Nagini was like a blood snake, docilely crawling beside Voldemort again.

"So, Nagini, only power is eternal!"

It was like a bloody rain fell in the chapel. Under this bloody feast, Voldemort used up the last strength of his frail body.

He let out an extremely harsh and arrogant laugh:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Amidst the laughter, the door of the auditorium was opened again.

The Death Eaters looked at the hell-like scene in front of them and silently moved in the things used for the ceremony.

Petunia and Dudley struggled desperately, but the two people bound by the spell could only blink their eyes even if they used all their strength. Dudley's fat face was full of fear, and he didn't understand what happened. What.

I don’t know who is in front of me.

Tears silently dripped down Penny's cheeks. She didn't know what was waiting for her.

The Death Eaters set up a huge cauldron, erected a pillar, and tied Petunia to it. As for Dudley, after the Death Eaters gave him a Cruciatus Curse as a greeting gift, they left as they pleased. and left him aside.

If the great Dark Lord hadn't ordered them to wait for that idiot Harry Potter to come and torture him in front of him, this disgusting, despicable fat kid would have been killed long ago.

Perhaps the guy who released the binding spell had a little wet hands, and with Penny's desperate struggle, the spell was lifted just like that.

Petunia looked at Dudley silently and motionless on the ground, with only an expression of extreme pain on his face.

Her heart felt like someone had stabbed it with a knife, twisting violently.

"Don't touch my baby! You freaks!"

The Death Eaters stopped for a moment, raised their heads and glanced at Penny, who looked crazy. One of them suddenly raised his hand to untie Dudley's restraints, and then added another Cruciatus Curse.

"ah--------!"

In Petunia's blurry tearful eyes, Dudley let out an unprecedented scream. He was like a caterpillar cut off in the middle, making all kinds of weird postures that he couldn't usually do.

Dudley felt that his internal organs were burning and his bones were turning into powder. His eyeballs were turning crazily in his head. He hoped to stop quickly... he hoped to pass out... and die...

Under the extreme pain, Dudley's tears, saliva and snot gushed out, covering his entire face. He banged his head against the wooden chair desperately, as if this could relieve his pain.

"Mom, mom! Mom——"

Dudley cried out Petunia's name, still contorting.

Penny felt that the blood all over her body was boiling, her body was shaking, her eyes were bursting with anger, and tears mixed with blood were dripping down her cheeks.

She was like a lioness protecting her cubs, her hair disheveled and roaring:

"********, you despicable maggots, cockroaches who can only hide in the dark, Vernon will definitely come to save us——"

Bella added another petrification spell to Penny in disgust, as if she had heard the funniest joke:

"Vernon, the Muggle?"

The Death Eaters roared with laughter, but soon they shut their mouths and bent over in fear, because the feared Dark Lord raised his hands;

"let's start--"

Bella got busy, and the liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly.

Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were on fire.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and even a light mist began to spread throughout the church.

After a while, the entire water surface was flashing with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.

Bella carefully turned the armchair, and Penny showed a horrified expression, which looked like a curled-up baby.