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"Okay, I didn't have time to study before, now is a good time, but," Wenxiu Lord frowned slightly, "Will this delay the Lord's time?"

The boy's repeated hesitation made Tom Riddle's scarlet eyes even redder, like the color of coagulated blood.

"No, come here."

He grabbed the silver-haired boy's wrist with his backhand and pulled it hard without saying a word. The force was so great that the boy staggered.

The dull pain from his wrist being pinched made Wenxiu Lord struggle hard, and he shook off the man's control.

"Vodi, you hurt me!" Wenxiu Lord said angrily, showing his wrist which was pinched with a circle of red marks, "Fortunately, it's my left hand that I don't use the wand often."

The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point.

No one dared to breathe, wishing they were the floor tiles they were standing on.

The silver-haired boy pretended not to notice and said, "Help me get it."

Then he stuffed his wand into Tom Riddle's palm, an unhappy expression on his face, and rubbed his wrist with his head down.

His anger eased slightly when he got the wand of Wenxiu Lord.

Tom Riddle stretched out his arm and embraced him, and a force appeared in the boy's waist.

He almost fell into the man's arms.

The deep eyes nodded at him through the mask. The silver-haired boy held his breath quietly until a blush appeared on his cheeks. He took small breaths quickly, his heart pounding as he thought about it non-stop.

"Lord, what, what happened?"

The young man squatted obediently beside the man's legs, his silver-gray eyes, bright even in the dark, staring at him steadily.

Some people have magical eyes.

When you look directly at someone, you will give that person the illusion that "he or she owns the whole world as the owner of these eyes."

Wenxiu Lord lay down on the ground and lifted Tom Riddle onto the fake platform he had built.

Those eyes were a little too pure. Tom Riddle, who had never been stared at like this before, looked away. Suddenly, he felt that the fast beating heart of Vinciu Lord was too noisy.

Wenxiu Lord, who had been practicing the brain-occlusion technique and wondering what old Voldemort had gone crazy for, suddenly came back to his senses.

He felt something hard push into his palm.

He looked down and saw that it was his wand.

With his fingers curled up to hold the wand, Wenxiu Lord wanted to put the wand back into his left sleeve.

The wrists were held, and now the marks on both wrists were symmetrical.

Before he could get an answer, a new trace was added. Wenxiu Lord tilted his head in confusion, and then he felt the palm of his hand on his wrist, lifting him up.

Standing up with the force, Wenxiu Lord felt a dull pain in his wrist and cursed old Voldemort in his heart for being such a coward.

Tom Riddle had no idea what the silver-haired boy was thinking. His dry and slightly cool palm touched the back of his hand and clenched it.

"I told you, I'll teach you..." His hand led the boy to stretch out his hand and shake it, and the defenseless "crucio" hit one of the people who was secretly watching the show in the corner of the crowd.

Do the whole show.

In order to completely eliminate Voldemort's guard, except for the few protective alchemical items on his body, Vincent Lord was completely defenseless against Tom Riddle.

Otherwise Tom Riddle wouldn't be able to cast spells with his wand.

Tom Riddle looked at the spell that was successfully released and was more satisfied with Wenxiu Lord. "You are right. Those who do not follow the rules should be punished."

Since Wenxiu Lord had no ill intentions, this heart-piercing and bone-digging sword did not have much power.

Unfortunately, this is the most torturous of the three unforgivable curses.

The man who was under the curse let out a scream, covered his heart in pain and fell to the ground.

Hearing the scream, Tom Riddle felt that his soul had healed a little and was in a much happier mood, and his tone could be described as gentle.

"How's it going? Have you learned it?"

In fact, he had already known it, but he just wanted to disgust Voldemort before torturing Bella, so Wenxiu Lord nodded hesitantly.

"I should be able to do it. I need to practice."

Tom Riddle pointed his cold, slender finger in the direction of the spell attack and drew an area.

"You can use these people as practice subjects. If you want to see things you shouldn't see, you should be mentally prepared."

This time, Wenxiu Lord did not hesitate. He looked at those people's faces with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was choosing a favorite dessert.

In fact, he was picking.

Some of these people were forced to become Death Eaters. Although they had done many evil things during this period, Vinciu Lord still wanted to attack those who voluntarily became Death Eaters first.

Some things have to be done step by step, and no one can escape them.

After only spending one morning with Voldemort, Wenxiu Lord felt that he must have learned bad things from him.

He imitated Tom Riddle and shot out the Piercing Blade without hesitation, this time the red light was so bright that it was blinding.

Because he saw Fenrir Greyback, the man who bit Remus and turned him into a werewolf, in the crowd.

'Strange, has Fenrir reached a cooperation with Voldemort so early?'

A flash of doubt passed through Wenxiu Lord's mind, but it did not stop him from wanting to kill the ugly werewolf.

The werewolf has magic resistance, and if his attacks are not fierce, what’s the difference between that and tickling?

The Death Eaters around were afraid that if they avoided the red light, they would be hit by the green light directly, so they didn't dare to dodge at all.

Everyone closed their eyes tightly, not daring to look at who the piercing sword was directed at.

These Death Eaters are afraid of death, and Fenrir will not be so stupid as to stand there and pray for the possibility that the curse will not fall on him.

His skin was quickly covered with tough wolf hair, and the tattered clothes he was wearing were torn into pieces that fell to the ground.

The pants on the lower body only left a portion to cover the key parts, and the rest of the exposed skin was almost completely covered by the gray wolf hair.

The changes were not over yet, and Fenrir's bones made crackling sounds all over his body.

The upper and lower jaws protrude and elongate forward, the facial skin is stretched tight, and the skin connecting the bridge of the nose is wrinkled.

Along with the face, the ears and tail also appeared.

Almost instantly, Fenrir transformed from a human into a werewolf as tall as a bear.

Wenxiu Lord, who witnessed the whole process of Fenrir's transformation into a werewolf, said, "Well, I haven't seen something so ugly in a long time. I miss Remus."

Fenrir, who had transformed into a werewolf, waved his wolf claws and blew away the Death Eaters around him.

He quickly dodged the attack shot at him, hunched over, turned his head, bared his teeth and glared at Wenxiu Lord fiercely.

The sharp, burnt-yellow wolf fangs were still dripping with sticky saliva, and the foul odor could be smelled without getting close.

How to describe it? It feels like if you get bitten you won't turn into a werewolf, but the wound will get infected and you will die on the spot.

Almost like a Komodo dragon.

Seeing this scene, the villain in Wenxiu Lord's mind felt dizzy and knelt on the ground retching wildly.

After finally coming to his senses, he saw Fenrir's ugly wolf face again, put his hands on his hips and started cursing.

'F**k! N*****! F**k! We are both werewolves, but Remus is so furry and cute, how can you be so disgusting?'

The villain in his mind was cursing happily, and Wenxiu Lord would definitely not just tolerate it.

He raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, and hid behind Tom Riddle's chair in disgust.

"It's okay that you're so ugly, but you're also so dirty. I can tell that it must be very hard for you to live in this world. It's really a pity that you didn't die when you were born."

As a pure-blood werewolf, Fenrir Greyback can remain sane when transforming on nights other than the full moon.

Even if he is rational, it is useless because his IQ is really worrying.

Now hearing Wenxiu Lord scolding him so sincerely, with a look of regret on his face, Fenrir's already shallow brain grooves were filled with anger.

He howled, and kicked the ground with all fours, leaving several deep scratches on the ground, and rushed towards the silver-haired boy who was still regretting.