Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Chapter 129 The Only One Who Passed
The cell door of Rodolphus was wide open, and he knelt at the door, worshiping the young man in front of him like a pilgrim.
The prison area exploded——
They cared not for Rodolphus's beliefs or Anril's theories.
They only knew that Rodolphus had left the cell, left the cage where most of them had been imprisoned for at least ten years, and left the place that should have imprisoned them until death.
"what!!"
"Let me out, Master!"
"I will offer my loyalty!!!"
"I am willing to give everything for my master!"
"Owner!"
Voices expressing loyalty rose and fell.
It is hard to imagine that these prisoners still have the energy to shout and pledge their allegiance with full force.
Perhaps human potential can really be oppressed.
Who knows?
Anriel couldn't help laughing as he watched their clownish behavior.
He naturally wouldn't pay attention to these things.
He came to find a qualified subordinate, not to collect garbage or waste.
He needed a living adjutant, a living adjutant who did not need his magic power to maintain him and had the ability to work independently.
The things that are resurrected by the Resurrection Stone are, after all, phantoms of the past.
Without emotion, there is no love.
Without the ability to leave offspring, it naturally cannot be called a true resurrection.
In essence, they are tools that retain the abilities they had in life and are no longer... "human beings".
The reason why Regulus was chosen as Anriel's deputy was because he was smart enough and his IQ was high enough.
To put it bluntly, even if he was pretending, he could still pretend to have emotions.
As for those others... they are just cannon fodder.
Now that Merlin has improved the Resurrection Stone, resurrecting a large number of dead people is not such a burden on Anriel.
The Undead Army is just around the corner...
It's a bit far-fetched.
Anriel ignored anyone who called out to him and tried to escape from captivity in this way.
He simply reached into his robe and pulled out a long wooden box.
Looking at the size and shape of this wooden box...it doesn't look like it can hold anything else.
"Rodolphus, look up."
The kneeling believer did as he was told, his withered face revealing his fanatical faith.
He took the wooden box with both hands and opened the lid with slow, reverent movements, as if he were making a pilgrimage.
Everyone——
Whether inside or outside the cell, whether standing, kneeling or lying down.
They all knew what was in the wooden box.
Anriel spoke at the right time:
"Oak, eleven and a half inches, with a core made of... a fragment of the Thestral bone."
In fact, these are the bones that Nightgaunts normally shed, and the Thestrals shed their bones much like a snake sheds its skin.
Coupled with the oak wand body, if Rodolphus can pick up this wand and use it skillfully, it almost means -
He will be absolutely loyal to Anriel and will not have any second thoughts.
Rodolphus placed his wand against his heart, knelt again, and kissed Anriel's boots.
Anriel was still not used to this kind of etiquette, but he could accept it.
He waited quietly for Rodolphus to complete his ceremony, then waved his wand gently.
Rodolphus's thin body was lifted up from the ground.
Well, he is half a head taller than Anriel.
Rodolphus held his wand steady, and then, the old, ragged, but not dirty prisoner uniform on his body miraculously became smooth.
He didn't make any magic moves, and his clothes seemed to be ironed, and the dust disappeared, making his emaciated body look even narrower and more emaciated.
This instinctive casting of spells proved that he cared a lot about his appearance, and also proved that he was actually a meticulous and rigorous guy.
He was like a priest, or, more like a butler, beside Anriel.
Rodolphus was more mature than Regulus, more stable and experienced than him.
Regulus has more youthful vigor and more cutting-edge talent than Rodolphus.
These two people complement each other to some extent, which is a good thing.
"Rodolphus...tell me, is there anyone here...who I can trust?"
Anriel twisted the wand in his hand, spoke softly, and asked casually -
He no longer cares about this.
The original reason he came to this crappy place called Azkaban was just to find a reliable deputy. As long as he could find at least one, it would have met his psychological expectations.
Originally, he wanted to find Bella.
Anriel was attracted by her loyalty and madness...
But this woman refused to budge, and her worship of Voldemort had reached a level that no one else could reach.
Coupled with the horizontal contrast, we get Rodolphus's madness that is suppressed to the extreme and calm.
In comparison... Bella's madness is completely uncompetitive.
As for loyalty—
What else could be more loyal than the faith of a fanatic?
So… that includes Bella.
For Anriel, those who are still in the cell...
They are no longer of any use value.
......
As expected, the calm, pleasant voice that Anriel now heard said:
"No, my Lord."
Anriel raised the corner of his mouth:
"Oh, I see... That's really unfortunate."
After saying this, Anriel didn't even look at the prisoners who were wailing and cursing:
"Then they saw me and knew I was here...
Over to you, Rodolphus."
Anriel turned around without even looking back at the prisoners whose eyes revealed fear and disbelief.
There was a constant noise of cursing, with Bellatrix Lestrange's voice being the loudest.
Rodolphus's face was grim...
There had never been much affection between them, had there been?
Anriel remembered that in a certain timeline, Bella had given Mr. Voldemort a child.
Such a thoughtful and warm hat is enough to prove——
Regardless of the object of affection or loyalty, Bella's heart is Voldemort, and there is only him...
Well, whether it is a person or not is yet to be determined...
Anyway, Anriel walked out of the corridor, stood outside the big iron window of Azkaban, and felt the sea breeze blowing on his face.
He waited for his servant.
In the corridor, the green light was particularly dazzling.
......
The screams could never be heard from Azkaban.
There is only eternal despair and death...
"Mission accomplished, Master..."
Rodolphus stood respectfully behind Anriel, bending over, lowering his wand with the tip pointing to the ground as a sign of respect.
Anriel turned around and glanced at him calmly.
Then, the young man who controlled death raised his hand and gently clenched his fist...
......
Suddenly, the gray fog rolled in.
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