All things are three at Hogwarts

"Everything Is Three at Hogwarts"

Early on the morning of Halloween, in the ruined temple of Vecna.

Unlike European and American countries, which began to turn the environment into a spooky festival environment, the center of the temple with the altar was now brighter than it was at the beginning. Countless magic lamps were lit and floating high in the sky. If it weren't for the weird statues and altar styles, this place would have seemed a bit more holy.

The cold blue-white light reflected in Voldemort's red eye, and also fell on the countless wizards under the altar who were imprisoned for their freedom.

These wizards were blindfolded with a piece of black cloth, and their waists were tied with a thick long rope. They were strung together one after another, and were driven to the high altar like tethered cattle and sheep. , forming a circle facing the tall mark in the middle.

Although there were a large number of them, except when they first entered, every wizard seemed to slightly twist their covered heads to salute the mysterious person due to the influence of the Imperius Curse, but they did not make any unnecessary noises. They even automatically took their positions according to a certain formation, and then stood there motionless.

In that situation, it seemed that they had completely lost their minds and had no ability to act independently, allowing them to be manipulated by others.

"Take off the blindfold." A sharp voice sounded. These young wizards and witches took off their blindfolds one after another, and they could see the mark in the middle at a glance.

No matter from which angle they looked, the eyeball half held in the middle of the palm seemed to be staring at them. In an instant, their panicked expressions became confused, and they fell into an illusion.

Suddenly, there were whispers of unknown meaning in his ears, and those low and slow strange sounds that seemed to be casting spells or whispering prayers enveloped him layer by layer. It seemed that someone had taken off his magic robe, and when his naked skin came into contact with the cold air, green goosebumps appeared unaccustomedly.

Many wizards took out their wands, cut off their palms without hesitation, and then pointed the wands at their right eyes. In an instant, the eye sockets were bleeding profusely, and the eyeballs with the nerves in them fell out of the sockets.

In pain, their bodies suddenly leaned forward, fell to their knees, lowered their heads, and covered their eyes.

But not all wizards can use such quick-cutting spells. Although they are trapped in the illusion, they have already begun to think of ways to cut off their palms. One of the unconscious wizards dug out his right eye with his bare hands, then used the transformation technique to turn the eyeball into a sharp knife, and swung it at his wrist.

A few strong-willed wizards woke up before taking action and let out ear-piercing screams. Some even tried to stop these people from self-mutilating, but the wizards who fell into the illusion obviously refused to give them a few hard blows except for their palms and eyeballs. What's worse is that when they are awake, they will even attack those who stop them from doing so, and then continue to do their unfinished work without hesitation.

Different from the previous behavior when the number of Death Eaters was too small, the red blood of these victims gathered at their feet and quickly changed color. Finally, it turned into a huge black-red vortex under the altar, and the surroundings seemed to be also They were all covered in a hazy black-red smoke.

The victims' magic robes fell to the ground, and the black blood-based viscous substance that bounced up splashed onto their skin, chilling them to the bone. As they muttered low spells on the ground, the increasingly darker blood began to float slowly toward the ceiling against gravity in different sizes and shapes.

Like black rain, it swirled upwards in the direction of the whirlpool under the wizard's feet, drifted to a point below the ceiling on top of the altar, and continued to flow toward the mark in the middle. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of blood.

Voldemort's sharp eyes swept over these wizards who had escaped from the illusion, and made a gesture to Lucius beside him. Lucius understood it, took a few steps forward, clasped his hands in front of the moon and held his head high. , arrogantly like a peacock: "Fortunate gentlemen and ladies, now the benevolent master has given you a chance to join the Dark Lord's command..."

Rudolfs and Bella walked slowly around these wizards with cold eyes.

Some wizards who were already heartbroken but had more flexible minds immediately crawled over and knelt at Voldemort's feet, desperately expressing their loyalty.

Anyone who hesitated for a moment would have their arms cut off and their right eyes gouged out by Bella and Rudolfs who were walking by them in an instant, and screams suddenly sounded in the temple.

"This madman...has no humanity..."

"This guy has no sense..."

"Those idiots think they can survive with these fanatics? I curse you!"

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The suffering wizards cursed loudly, even uttering vicious curses under the unbearable pain.

"You filthy bastard, how dare you say that!" Bellatrix screamed, looking horrified and crazy, "Cruciato!"

Suddenly there was a more terrifying and prolonged scream, and other Death Eaters also followed up by issuing vicious curses, torturing these wizards who had spoken rudely to the Dark Lord.

These poor people who were newly disabled were imprisoned in place, letting their blood drip onto the ground, forming a dense ball and flowing towards the mark in the middle as if they were alive.

"Crazy?" Voldemort raised his pale hands, and the Death Eaters stopped torturing, "The most kind thing in the world is that mortals' minds cannot fully understand their own thoughts... and the wizarding world is full of such ignorance..." Voldemort's His tone was very soft and surprisingly calm, but his calm gaze made people feel more and more crazy and terrifying. He hissed, "Crazy? Maybe, but it is not a curse... With his weak five senses, You pretend you understand something you don't understand at all... For you, reason is a curse..."

No one dared to comment on this except for the terrible wails from mouth to mouth.

As sacrifices, the severed hands and eyeballs of the wizards had all fallen to the ground, and the blood gradually covered the entire altar. Suddenly, the whole room suddenly began to tremble as if it was alive. The wizards who were still standing struggled to hold on. His own body shape, and the wizards who were kneeling or collapsed on the altar due to injuries also swayed with the resonance of the altar.

The Death Eaters all turned their attention to the door leading to the Heart of Vecna, but as time passed, everyone stared at each other, and a sense of uneasiness accumulated in their hearts. This kind of movement seemed to only stop at the altar. , but the stone door in the room where the treasure was theoretically hidden remained motionless, standing indifferently, showing no sign of opening.

Voldemort's eyes flashed red and became more fierce, and his two slit-like nostrils widened. He suddenly turned his head to look at Rudolfs, and was about to accuse him. Then, his snake-like face suddenly turned to the side, and the intact His red eyes, like a cat's upright pupils, looked coldly at the door to another world that suddenly appeared out of thin air in the temple and was completing its materialization.

The already noisy Death Eaters in the hall held their breath, watching in horror as the familiar scene that frightened them reappeared before them.

"When I find out who betrayed me, I will make him regret living in this world..." Voldemort realized the meaning behind the appearance of this clinging boy at his critical moment. His Vic His eyes bulged in his sockets, scanning the Death Eaters on the field suspiciously, which made his face look even more terrifying, "Stop him! Prove your loyalty with actions!"

Three majestic and fully armed metal golems rushed out of the gate to another world. The plate armor carved on their bodies was very complex and exquisite, and they looked very powerful. Their tall bodies and gleaming black armor were intimidating, and their heavy running sound made them feel as if they were shaking the ground.

Behind the three metal golems, a figure that made Voldemort familiar and heart-stopping appeared.

"Happy Halloween to you in advance, Tom..." The reptilian pupils in the evil dragon's eye-like decorative orbs on the wizard whose face was covered by the shadow of the hood, after focusing on the different victims in the room, all stared at them at once Voldemort, who was standing tensely, said, "I have to take the guests you forcibly invited back to celebrate Halloween..."

"Hold him! This kid only brings help when he is scared! When I come out of the room, we will counterattack!" The indescribable sense of urgency and fear made Voldemort roar, and with a hint of excitement, he started Allen changed his previous style of finding trouble for him alone and brought helpers. He judged that the other party was afraid of him after being enhanced by the Vecna ​​artifact. He suddenly laughed wildly again, "Bella, Lucius, Alecto...don't close the stone door, follow me! We'll blow the wall right in!"