Chapter 800 Too Many Numbers

In the underground tunnel, Rabastan Lestrange opened the stone door where the Muggles were imprisoned, and all kinds of cries, wailing and groans instantly poured into the ears of the Muggles who had just entered, the rusty smell of blood and decay The stench made their legs and thighs tremble.

The dark, hellish scene in front of him made the new Muggle aware of his fate.

Stuffing the Muggles into a cage, Gilderoy Lockhart quietly made a gesture when passing by Nancy and the others, unable to control his expression, he raised his eyebrows triumphantly, Nancy's eyes shone slightly, and she hugged her daughter Watching all this quietly.

"I'll hand in the mission, and you hand it over to Rudolphs." Labastan ordered Lockhart, and dismissed his subordinates on the spot. Although he did a good job and caught some people back this time, it was better for this liar to take care of such low and trivial things as muggles.

"Yes, Lord Lestrange." Lockhart suppressed the excitement in his heart, watched Rabastan and the others respectfully leave, and immediately went to Rudolphs Lestrange to collect the Muggles He couldn't wait to show off the harvest of his trip to Nancy and his daughter.

After completing the task of distributing food to all Muggles, Lockhart turned his head left and right to look at the few Death Eaters who were still here, and after making sure that no one noticed him, he quickly walked to the cage where Nancy and the others were in. Before he went out to capture Muggles, he moved Nancy and the others to a place relatively far from the entrance of the cave, and used other Muggle cages as shelters—those Death Eaters who like to torture Muggles don’t Willing to go deeper into this Muggle prison, the closer you get to the hole, the more likely you are to be tortured by them.

Lockhart appeared in front of Nancy and the little girl contentedly. The little girl jumped out of her mother's arms excitedly, put her hands on the railing, and smiled sweetly at Gilderoy: "Girderoy! ,I miss you so much."

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, am back~" Lockhart blinked at the little girl, showing his signature smile. He handed in the food he had specially left for the mother and daughter through the railing.

The little girl gave the food to her mother first, then picked up a piece of bread by herself, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls. The dry bread made her choke a little. Nancy hurriedly passed the water that Lockhart had just handed over to her daughter. When the little girl took it, Gilderoy saw the scalded water on the back of her hand. Blistered skin.

Lockhart asked Nancy in a low voice: "What's going on, they came here?"

The little girl's mouth was full of food, her big eyes became moist all of a sudden, and she whimpered a few times with the bread in her mouth.

Nancy stroked her daughter's soft hair pityingly, "No, Patricia was not full before, so she naively asked the person who delivered the food for more, but was burned by the flame created by the other party."

Gildero subconsciously reached out and touched the wand stuck in his waist, but he immediately gave up the idea of ​​curing little Patricia - when he wanted to heal the fractured arm of the famous Harry Potter, he was killed by Ai Ren knocked down causing the spell to hit his own leg - but the supposed healing spell took the bone out of his entire left leg, for which he was admitted to Hoag In Woz's school hospital, he felt his bones grow back piece by piece after taking Bone Bone Spirit, and he will never forget the painful memory.

Lockhart sneered and let go of the hand holding the wand. He knew in his heart that it must be because Rudolphs was too casual when distributing the food. The Muggles in front got the food, but in this farthest corner, The food they got was definitely not as sufficient as the previous ones. Although the food they had been eating wasn’t always good, little Patricia, who was well fed under her own special care, couldn’t bear it, so naively, she went to beg for food , and was burned by Rudolphs.

"Don't be afraid, with your Gilderoy Lockhart here, I promise you, this will all be over tonight." Gilderoy winked at little Patricia.

"Gidero, what do you mean?" Nancy took a few steps on her knees when she heard the words, held the railing with her hands, and looked at Gildero in surprise. She couldn't believe whether she judged the subtext in the other party's words. correct.

"Nancy, yes, I, Lockhart, succeeded again." Gilderoy couldn't control the expression on his face at all, and he talked about his experience on this trip with joy, "That's it, I have never been in my From her, with the help of that fanboy, I got a portkey set for tonight—they may not even find out we're gone until tomorrow."

"What's a Portkey?" Nancy asked suspiciously, as a Muggle, she didn't know what it meant.

"Portkey? Oh, you can understand that it is a good thing that can move us all from here to other places in an instant." Gildero took out a tattered chain watch from his pocket, showing a mouthful White Fang, "Your great hero, I can save you tonight with magic."

"Lockhart, you are amazing! Little Patricia and I will definitely testify to the police in your world, proving that you are a great hero!" Now, even Nancy worships like little Patricia Looking at Gilderoy intently, the wizard seemed to have found a trace of the feeling of being sought after by everyone in the past, and he was even happier--obviously, while the Death Eaters were drunk, they Apparated and took a Portkey. He ran back immediately, and described in his mouth that he almost fought against the dragon for three days and three nights.

"Then you can also save the others..." Patricia was hugged by her mother just as she asked, and Nancy knew the answer from the embarrassment on her face.

Lockhart laughed a few times, and found an excuse: "Uh... your Lockhart will rescue you first, and then the policemen in the wizard will rescue the others."

At the same time, at the end of the deep tunnel, in the spacious hall, Voldemort was standing on the cold and rough boulder floor. Rabastan had just reported that they had gone out to capture Muggles and left the room, and there was a change in the room .

Voldemort looked at the glowing hexagrams with a pair of shining red eyes. The unpleasant and pungent sulfur smell gradually became stronger, and the hot breath continued to spread in the air. Soon, the devil Bayer emerged from the middle of the hexagrams. .

"My lord Dark Lord, good afternoon." Bayer's tone was still elegant and exaggerated, "I feel that your goods are ready...but there are too many old people and children."

Voldemort's spider-like fingers fiddled with his wand carelessly, and his two slender nostrils fluttered slightly. Voldemort, who had just been reported by Rabastan, knew in his heart that the devil in front of him was just a greedy soul that wanted to grow up, but The lack of respect in the tone displeased Voldemort very much.

"Greedy devil, do you know that I have arrested a lot of people this time? If your speed satisfies me, it's not a problem if you want to be an adult..." Voldemort's speech speed suddenly accelerated in the second half of the sentence, his voice was inexplicably irritable, "Hmph, back then you didn't write the requirement of only adults in the contract..."

Bayer's burning yellow eyes focused on Voldemort. Compared with the last time, Voldemort exuded a more terrifying and evil aura. There was no warm emotion in his cold eyes. Bayer felt that the other party's soul was chaotic and evil. Now the other party's thoughts are more complicated and unpredictable, and more dangerous.

As soon as his thoughts fell, a flame spurted out from the top of the wand in his hand, and went straight to Bayer. The flame fell on Bayer's body and merged with Bayer's own flame. Jumping up, even the floor was burned in the soaring flames, but Bayer, who was unharmed, stretched his long and powerful arms and bat-like wings on his back.

"This fire is so comfortable, thank you!" Seeing Voldemort's thin tube-like nose open and close, and his face ferocious, Byer smiled with satisfaction, "I will do what you wish." His burning yellow eyes were like Voldemort's The pale-skinned face turned around, the black venom from the corner of the mouth dripped to the ground, and then disappeared from the room.

Bayer is a fiend in hell, a devil in flames and shadows. His core is raging flames. With Voldemort's knowledge, he must know this, but he still uses flames to attack him, which shows that those who come from the bottomless abyss His knowledge has already affected his thinking, making him more used to the devil's mode of action before his mind...