Chapter 154 Cruciatus

The night was already deep, and thick clouds covered the bright moon in the sky, making the whole world hazy.

Around the Riddle Mansion, many defensive spells were secretly planted. Although it looks like nothing has changed here, anyone who steps into the vicinity at will will definitely run into big trouble!

Fortunately, Muggles won't get close to this place; and wizards, I'm afraid no one would think of coming here to have a look.

At this moment, in this dilapidated old mansion in the Riddle Mansion, the atmosphere in the study is very oppressive, making people break into a cold sweat.

At that long table, Maca and Lucius Malfoy stood face to face, and the atmosphere became extremely dignified. The other Death Eaters were all staring at them closely, their eyes constantly wandering between Maca and Lucius.

Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses.

This is a black magic that has dual effects on the body and the soul. While making people feel the continuous pain of cutting flesh and scraping bones all over the body, it also makes the soul of the caster vibrate with the fluctuation of magic power to produce a burst of pain. from mental trauma.

If it lasts too long, it may even lead to the extreme consequence of being torn apart—the Longbottom couple who are still insane in St. Mungo's, that is, Neville's parents, is an example right before our eyes.

To be honest, many people in the room had a soft spot for this evil spell, because it could not only be used for torture, but also allow them to appreciate the extremely painful expression of the caster.

Especially Bellatrix, with her sadistic personality, has always been very keen to use this terrifying spell to torture others.

However, no one present—including Voldemort—had ever seen what a Cruciatus Curse of more than 30 seconds was like. It's not that they can't cast the Cruciatus Curse for such a long time, but that no one has ever been able to persist for such a long time without going crazy.

"Lucius, please!" Maca said calmly, seeing his restless expression.

Maca didn't care about the Cruciatus Curse. He hadn't tried how long he could last in the endless pain - honestly, who would try that?

But he, who understands the principle, still has some confidence.

Lucius turned his head and glanced in his Master's direction, only to see Voldemort give him a "do it!" look. He swallowed sharply, and pointed the wand in his hand at Maca, the slightly trembling tip of the wand fully exposed his flustered mood.

Lucius Malfoy,

The current head of the Malfoy family and the father of Draco Malfoy.

Speaking of it, he didn't really want to stand on Voldemort's side, especially when Voldemort had already failed once.

But he who once followed Voldemort and joined the ranks of Death Eaters has long been involuntary.

As a supporter of the magic pure-blood theory and as the patriarch of a pure-blood family, all he wants is to maintain the family's status and interests. He's not a good guy, but compared to a Death Eater like Bellatrix, his determination to do evil seems a bit unqualified.

To put it bluntly, it is that the courage is not enough, and there is no madness that comes from the heart.

And this is the true portrayal of most Death Eaters.

"Cruciate!"

Maka, who was standing there, was suddenly shocked, and an indescribable pain spread from the inside out, as if every inch of skin, every piece of flesh and blood, and every bone were being scraped by a needle knife, which made him unable to help but feel pain. He snorted.

But Lucius was trembling too.

Using the Three Unforgivable Curses on others, no matter what the reason, will be sent to Azkaban! It was hard for him to imagine, if Voldemort failed again, what means would he use to escape from prison.

More than ten years ago, he used the excuse of "being controlled by the Imperius Curse" to shirk all the guilt - at least, that's how some insiders saw it. But only he understood that in order to make this excuse more solid, he spent a lot of Galleons, and even made several very valuable promises.

What about this time? What about next time?

Those "old colleagues" who were imprisoned in Azkaban told him with facts that people will not be so lucky every time.

But although he was afraid, he dared not disobey any order of Voldemort.

The Cruciatus Curse fell on Maca, but Lucius also felt unspeakable panic and pain.

"Um?"

In the boundless pain, Maca noticed something strange—as his soul kept vibrating, he seemed to feel some kind of emotion called "anger".

No, it's not just anger, other emotions and emotions are looming, as if some kind of seal will be released in the next second and return to his heart...but it's just a little bit!

And with the induction of emotions, Maca found that she seemed to be able to "see" the magic power in her body again!

Although it is still very unclear, and it also comes and goes with the looming emotions, but this discovery makes him feel extremely lucky when he is in pain.

However, although the soul is still vibrating, for some reason, it is always worse.

Maca gritted her teeth, opened her eyes wide, and silently endured the double pain of body and soul. But under the pain that was enough to break other people, he felt sorry for the insufficient effect of the Cruciatus Curse.

It wasn't that he was inherently more capable of suffering than other people, but that he had had his soul pulled out and examined dozens of times in the past in order to explore his emotional loss.

I have to say that under the premise of ensuring safety, Maca is really ruthless to herself.

Time passed one second after another, but Maca stood firmly in place. Although his forehead was covered with beads of sweat from the pain, he never showed an expression of excessive pain.

The moment Lucius put down his wand, a trace of regret even flashed in Maca's eyes.

"Very good, very good..." Voldemort clapped his hands, "I have to say, you really deserve special treatment from me. One minute of Cruciatus Curse, this is a new record that has never been set—"

Maca wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled lightly.

"Then I would like to thank you for looking differently," he said calmly, "I think it is rare to be praised by the Dark Lord, and it is worth writing it in my autobiography."

"Then, let's talk about the content of the next cooperation..."

Voldemort cast a deep look at Maca, then extended his hand to invite him back to his seat. As for Lucius, Voldemort simply ignored him. After a while, Lucius, who was a little at a loss, had no choice but to walk towards his seat in desperation.

...

A few days later, the headmaster's office of Durmstrang College.

"McLean, where have you been the past few days?" Karkaroff asked strangely.

To be honest, if Maca keeps disappearing, he will be too happy! But now Maca suddenly came back again. Facing the questions from several teachers, as the principal, he had to pretend to ask.

However, Maca just glanced at him, and asked meaningfully: "Do you really want to know?"

Needless to say, the fellow must have gone to see Dumbledore or Voldemort, and whoever he was, Karkaroff didn't want to know...yes, not at all!

"Well... I'm just asking as a matter of routine, so that's it!" He smiled awkwardly.

"Since I'm here, I have to mention something to you first... Before the Triwizard Tournament begins, remember not to run around, or I may not be able to take care of you." Maca reminded ,"Do you understand me?"

"You mean...'that person' has noticed me?" Karkaroff trembled all over, as if his worst fear had already happened.

But Maca shook her head.

"Not yet, but... who knows?" Maca shrugged, "It's always right to be careful, isn't it?"

"You're right," Karkaroff nodded, he thought for a while, and then continued, "By the way, what exactly are you trying to do with that duel club? There will be big disturbances all day long, teachers We're all discussing in secret, can't you stop a little bit?"

"Now Voldemort has been paying attention to the dynamics of the whole world, and I need him to see me all the time, do you understand?" Maca said indifferently, "Besides, if I do this, it can also attract your attention. What else do you have?" What about dissatisfied?"

"But you at least... well, I don't care about this, you can make trouble as you like!" Karkaroff simply waved his hand and didn't want to say any more.

Probably because it has been said in detail before, in the following days, Voldemort did not look for Maca. Because of this, his life in Durmstrang is very comfortable.

Here, there were not too many interferences, which made him start some follow-up magic research again.

Of course, it is commonplace for some big publicity to happen from time to time, and even Durmstrang's students and teachers are mostly used to it.

A month passed quickly.

Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons, among the three largest magic schools in Europe, students and teachers are equally looking forward to, hoping to see more exciting competitions, and even wishing to participate in them , for the honor of the champion for the school.

Everyone is discussing fiercely - who will be the warrior in their school? What items will the competition have? What will the students of the other two schools look like?

This is a grand event jointly organized by the three schools. After many years, it has been reopened again! What could be more exciting than this?

Just as everyone was full of expectations, the Triwizard Tournament was about to kick off at Hogwarts.