The Charles Becomes a Wizard

That kind of strong malice is definitely not something a normal child could possess.

A cold light flashed in Gellert's eyes, and he quickly cast a spell with the wand in his hand, instantly freezing the child in place.

"Oh, Merlin's dirty beard, what are you doing!"

This spell quickly attracted the attention of others, and the emotions of the British wizards became tense again.

The wizards who were originally quite harmonious quickly split into two groups, and the atmosphere in this corner that was not affected by the inhuman fight quickly became tense.

Gellert was a man who always did what he wanted. Unless it was necessary, he was unwilling to explain his actions to those who were far inferior to him in terms of intelligence and talent. Moreover, he was in a very bad mood at the moment.

He just glanced at Sirius and the others who were facing a formidable enemy, and cast another spell in his hand. The spell made the child curl up into a ball instantly, and his small body kept twitching. His fairly delicate facial features became hideous and ugly because of the severe pain.

"Wait a moment." Howard raised his hand and held Professor McGonagall's arm.

"There's something wrong with this kid."

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what Dumbledore said before he died. Before she could say anything, she saw the child's figure suddenly stretched out, his face became distorted and weird, and a thick gray beard grew on his chin.

His change caused an uproar among the wizards. The young wizards who had originally surrounded him retreated quickly, and a vacuum zone was squeezed out of the originally not-too-wide protective circle.

The adult wizards who were ready to protect the young wizards at all costs looked at each other, then looked at the contemptuous eyes of the subordinates who surrounded Gellert in the middle, and after a moment of silence, they put down their wands awkwardly.

"It would be at least possible to give us a reminder in advance..." someone muttered softly.

"Is that necessary?" another person replied.

Snape strode forward and turned the hunched man over. Looking at the familiar face, Snape's brows unconsciously frowned. He slowly called out the man's name: "Lestrange."

The thin and haggard man showed a neurotic smile on his face, and his cold eyes swept over everyone one by one, as if he wanted to remember their appearance firmly in his mind. His voice was like rough sandpaper, sinister, and made people feel cold in their hearts: "The Dark Lord will never lose!"

"What the greatest white wizard..."

"In the end, he died in my hands!"

"When the Dark Lord comes back, all of you will pay the price for your resistance today!"

Neither the professors of Hogwarts nor the members of the British Ministry of Magic would use spells to torture "prisoners of war", at least not in front of the young wizards, but Gellert had no such concerns, and he hit Rodolphus Lestrange directly in the chest with a Cruciatus Spell.

Intense pain quickly spread throughout his body, and his body kept rolling on the dirty ground. His already ugly face turned pale in an instant, his bloodshot eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible wail.

His miserable appearance made the students tremble with fear and they wished to stay as far away from him as possible.

Although they had participated in the battle just now, they had never seen such torturous methods.

"Mr. Grindelwald," Professor McGonagall felt very happy in her heart, but after looking at the little animals behind her, she still stood up, "Isn't this a bit..."

Without even looking at her, Gellert cast another spell at Rodolphus Lestrange, and the scream that had just weakened became louder again.

Professor McGonagall wanted to say something else, but saw Snape next to her shaking his head at her.

After an unknown amount of time, Gellert stopped and put his foot on the neck of the tortured and dying Rodolphus Lestrange.

"So, what was your reason for attacking Ciel?"

In fact, if Rodolphus Lestrange had not been thinking about Ciel, he would have been torn into pieces by Gellert for daring to attack Dumbledore.

"Ha, ha..." Rodolphus Lestrange, lying on his back on the ground, made a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

The bright red blood dyed his cracked and white lips a bright red. The continuous torture made his vision a little blurry. He turned his head with difficulty to look in the direction of Sebastian: "I guessed right, hehe, ha, haha..."

"Um, haha, that devil really values ​​him..."

He suddenly laughed again, and his hoarse and weak voice suddenly became louder, as if announcing some inevitable ending: "That mudblood will never wake up again!"

Gellert cast another spell in his hand, and Rodolphus Lestrange's skinny body twitched violently several times, and then his heart could no longer beat.

Gellert didn't care about his life or death. Although he didn't know why Rodolphus Lestrange had such deep malice towards Sebastian, the words Rodolphus Lestrange said before his death still made Gellert feel uneasy.

Gellert was no stranger to the Lestrange family. Half a century ago, many members of this family died at his hands.

As one of the twenty-eight sacred families, the Lestrange family has been passed down for so many centuries and has a very deep heritage. It seems natural that they have some ancient and vicious cursed magical items...

Thinking of the blood-stained bracelet on Charles' wrist, Gellert's heart sank deeper and deeper.

Snape had some guesses in his mind as to why Rodolphus Lestrange did this. He remembered that when they were still in school, Bellatrix Black, who was madly obsessed with the Dark Lord, was always followed by a taciturn figure.

"Sure enough, he is from the same family as that crazy woman." Sirius looked at the body of Rodolphus Lestrange with disgust, then turned and said something to Remus Lupin beside him.

Listening to their conversation, he didn't even know that Bellatrix was dead...

Snape moved the fingers at his side, then turned his eyes away silently.