Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Muggles... can never be killed..."

Rodolphus pursed his lips and his eyes wandered for a moment.

But not everyone else in prison is like him.

They started swearing.

Anriel's voice suddenly rose, drowning out the suddenly excited voices in the prison area.

"I. Said—that. Was. Pointless!"

He spoke each word clearly and successfully suppressed those crazy people.

These prisoners were willing to use up their last bit of energy to curse out loud, expressing their dissatisfaction with Anriel's views through cursing.

Anriel sneered in his heart.

Even so, his current goal has completely changed -

He was pleased to see that Rodolphus looked confused rather than angry because of his remarks.

"Just watch..."

Anriel raised his hand and gray mist rose.

Just like what Gellert Grindelwald showed in the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.

In that cemetery, he preached his ideas to a group of wizards who might become "his own people" in the future, supplemented by images of war weapons developed by Muggles.

Planes, artillery, tanks...

Anriel was going to do the same thing now, in this cell in Azkaban, before some prisoners who might be persuaded.

The classic has been reproduced.

But Anriel showed more than that, because——

He is a damn time traveler!

He stuffed some of the memories he had brought back from his time travel into the minds of the prisoners in front of him...

The mysterious Dongfeng "Express", the "Gerald R. Ford" class "human killer", the "Sarmat"...

Even the real AN-602 was shown to the prisoners.

Or rather, he just wanted to show it to Rodolphus alone.

The deterrent power and demonstration effect brought by these things are definitely far greater than those of Grindelwald back then.

After all, the impact of what one perceives "personally" in one's mind and what one can only see visually is bound to be worlds apart.

What's more, the weapons technology of the 19th century cannot be compared with the scientific and technological achievements of the 21st century.

......

"Muggle weapons of war can easily, with power and speed that we can hardly imagine, turn vast tracts of land into scorched wasteland, and turn all living things on it into floating dust on the surface.

I tell you, if wizards had launched an all-out war with Muggles at that time, they would have paid an extremely painful price and left corpses everywhere.

Death is the most just destination, and it never looks down upon you. Whether it is for wizards or Muggles, everyone has only one life. "

Anriel threw his robe and said in a voice full of temptation:

"But, I can give you a second life...

As long as you can truly understand and recognize my proposition.

We should unite, and also let go of the stupid and inexplicable concept of bloodline.

So what if Muggles and wizards marry each other?

So what if a wizard was born between Muggles?

As long as one has an innate, natural and noble magical talent... in my eyes, they are all the noble race of wizards in this lifetime!"

Anriel's tone was surging and passionate...

Did he really think wizards were inherently nobler than Muggles?

Not really, because he doesn’t care about this at all - in his eyes as someone who traveled back in time from the new era, this idea is really... boring.

Wouldn't it be better to use that free time to do something more meaningful and realistic?

But the main reason he said this now was to give these people some way out.

Everything has to be a gradual process...

Before, they thought that pure-blooded people were extremely noble. Now, if Anriel suddenly imposed the idea of ​​equality on them, there would really be no one he could win over.

Using the view that "wizards are nobler than Muggles", supplemented by "recognizing wizards from Muggle families as real wizards", it seems... not that difficult to accept?

“If he is a Muggle-born, then let him start his own family, and we will recognize the wizards in this family.

Intermarriage with Muggles... Of course, we can do that, then we will be equally generous and protect these enlightened Muggle companions, and acknowledge these brave warriors who firmly believe that their relatives are not freaks as part of our world. "

Anriel pulled out his wand and shook it in the air.

"People with magical talents have joined this glorious and great evolutionary process...

Ordinary Muggles will provide us with more powerful power... and magic will become the most reliable driving force for the miracle called technology!

These belong to the wizards, to this entire race!

Throw away that bullshit about pure bloodline! Only dog ​​owners would consider the purity of their bloodline. "

The tip of the magic wand left traces of light in the air...

It was an eye-shaped, triangular mark.

A symbol, a sign.

Anriel raised his wand, and the symbol in front of him emitted a creepy gray light:

"Everything is for the greater good!"

......

Anriel looked around at the cells around him, seeing expressions of disdain, shock, coldness, or indifference.

There seemed to be no ripples in their eyes or in their hearts.

But...Anriel doesn't really care about them.

Because, in the eyes of the prisoner he was facing, there was a strong emotion called...

fanaticism.

A fanatic...

Rodolphus pounced out like a wolf, his hands tightly grasping the railing. The defensive spell on it was triggered, causing the muscles in his arms to twitch with electricity, and his palms also emitted a disgusting smell of burnt flesh.

But he still didn't let go. He endured the excruciating pain and stared at Anriel through the iron bars with his iron will.

Anriel flicked his wand lightly...

The door opened.

......

Rodolphus was stunned for a moment.

Because the prison door suddenly opened, the defensive spell on it suddenly became invalid. He couldn't stand firmly and fell out.

He looked up at Anriel.

He clearly looks like a teenager of only fifteen or sixteen years old...

Why, it is similar to the figure back then...

Is he... truly invincible?

Countless images flashed through Rodolphus's mind.

silence.

The silence of total stillness.

In this silence, Rodolphus slowly lowered his head.

He used his scarred hands to prop himself up and changed his posture.

Kneeled in front of Anriel.

If someone could see his eyes looking at the ground at this moment, they would definitely find that in those eyes that seemed to be flickering with burning flames...

An emotion called "piety", "faith", and "fanaticism".

This is Rodolphus, Rodolphus Lestrange.

This is the meaning of his existence.