Soul shaping

Duo, what did you guys talk about that day? "Riddle spoke.

"We reminisced about the past... By the way, I reminded him to pay attention to Regulus."

"Pay attention to Regulus...? Wait a minute, you know there is a conflict between the two of them?"

"I don't know, but it's a good guess...Riddle, do you know something?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Actually, Harry once told me that he is currently helping Regulus fight against the main soul." Riddle replied after being silent for a while.

"Why didn't you say something so important?" Dumbledore was taken aback. "Did he tell you how he helped him?"

"He didn't say... In fact, I can't contact him now." The boy frowned, looking very upset.At Dumbledore's request, he reluctantly described the scene of that day-of course hiding some small details, and Dumbledore's expression became more serious the more he listened.

"Riddle, do you know where you went wrong?" he asked.

"You mean I did something wrong?" Riddle raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that you really don't know." Dumbledore shook his head and sighed deeply, "What I want to tell you is that Harry is only 15 years old, and now he has been kidnapped and is in danger. No one can be trusted. But he has to do a very difficult and challenging thing. Do you know how strong the psychological quality is to be a spy? Harry is probably afraid, confused, and restless in his heart , there is no sense of security. He is not a group like us, he is only one person. As the only one who can communicate with him, what you have to do at this time is to encourage him, support him, and give him courage, not deny His choice. You're leaving him in a true solitary situation, Riddle."

"But I think his choice is very unwise—"

"Let's not talk about whether his choice is wise or not, but it is indeed his choice, and he has the right to make a choice. Even if you disagree, you should still support him, no matter from the perspective of a comrade-in-arms or a lover." Deng Bullido is persuasive.

"I see." Riddle nodded, but he still seemed a little entangled, "Actually, I don't completely disagree with his decision, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that when I think of him being with that person, I really want to get angry..."

Dumbledore looked at Riddle's terrified expression, thinking that he couldn't control this kind of thing.

"If you don't comfort him, are you still waiting for Regulus to comfort him?" the man reminded.

"How is it possible!" He really exploded, stood up abruptly, but sat back quickly, "But I can't contact him now."

"Your contract is two-way. If he doesn't want to see you, there is nothing you can do. Wait a little longer, maybe he will change his mind after a while." Dumbledore comforted.

☆, new officials take office

Harry couldn't describe what it was like to have an office of his own, but he felt a little awkward watching the staff greet him with trepidation.

Before taking over this office, he only briefly browsed the previous interrogation files and some rules and regulations, and he still didn't know anything about the specific operation.But he soon understood how onerous the task of this position was, because Jonny, Thinknes' new assistant, immediately sent him a letter containing dozens of newly passed laws.

"Have these laws been made public?" Harry asked as he watched.

"Not yet, I'm just showing you to the director in advance, because you need to organize a new review team in advance. The minister means to let you find suitable candidates within two days." Jonny replied dryly.

"Well, I think I need someone to help me." Harry put down the paper pretending to be calm, his heart pounding, "I need an assistant."

"The minister has already considered this matter, so he has provided you with some candidates." Johnny took out another piece of paper from the briefcase and handed it to him.Harry cursed "Old Fox" inwardly, thanking him for opening the letter.

And Jonny didn't intend to leave, and seemed to be waiting for him to confirm a new assistant.

Harry had no choice but to browse through the list of dozens of names, all of which were unfamiliar names. He guessed that they were all Voldemort's confidantes... Suddenly, his eyes stopped and stopped on a name.

"By the way, Johnny," he said suddenly.

"Is there a problem, Director Yaxley?" Johnny remained expressionless, which made Harry wonder if he was under the Dementia Curse.

"Is this man—I mean, he's not fired?" he asked in a low voice, with a mock cough.

Jonny took a cursory glance, and the expression on his face became more rigid: "Sorry, Director, I don't know, I'm only responsible for passing on the news. Are there any other questions?"

Oh, that's beyond the scope of an answer for the Dementia Curse.thought Harry.

"Okay—well, I mean, I'll take this guy as my assistant."

"I see, Director." Johnny nodded.

afternoon.When Percy walked into the office, Harry was studying the new laws, and a pot of tea was burning on the stove by the window. Bubble.

"Oh, you're already here, Weasley. Are you okay?" He looked up at him, and before he could answer, pointed to the stove, "Open the lid for me, there are two on the table cup."

Reluctantly, Percy walked over and opened the swinging jug lid, his right sleeve flicking empty and rattling against the end of the book as he walked.Harry couldn't help but feel a little sad, and to hide it, he had to keep his head down and continue reading the document, and the more he read it, the more dizzy he felt.And Percy had already brought the tea in front of him, and Harry took a sip from the teacup, thinking that the tea he made himself for the first time tasted pretty good.

"The other one is for you, Weasley." He gracefully put down the teacup, stood up without waiting for Percy's reaction, handed him the document in his hand, and said lightly, "I'm going to host a meeting this afternoon. A trial, you help me look at this document, and then find five or six people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to form a new trial team."

"Yes, Mr. Yaxley," Percy replied stoically.

After Harry left, he lowered his head and began to browse through the document, his hands clenched as he watched, and the paper was crumpled by his strength.

"Article 670 of the British Wizarding Protection Act - A wizard whose parents are Muggles must have illegally stolen magic power and wands from others, and shall have his wands confiscated and killed.

"Section 670 of the British Wizarding Protection Act-Wizards who marry Muggles are punished by life imprisonment, and Muggles who marry them are sentenced to death.

"Article 670 of the British Wizarding Protection Act-Anyone who talks about the equality of wizards and Muggles, against the theory of pure blood, against the supremacy of wizards, or discusses other reactionary content shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than five years depending on the seriousness of the circumstances. may be punished with death.

"Article 670 of the British Wizarding Protection Act - Wizards who are too close to Muggles should be closely monitored. Once they are found to have revealed confidential information about wizards to Muggles, they will be punished as treason..."

There were many, many more, and Percy couldn't take it anymore. With trembling fingers, he fumbled his wand out of his pocket with his left hand, cast a duplicate spell, and stuffed a copy of this document into his pocket.He picked up the cup of cold tea and took a sip, the taste was unexpectedly not bad, and it made him clearer.

"Since you made the mistake of choosing me as an assistant...then don't blame me for doing something wrong." He said bitterly.

Harry spent an afternoon in the Inquisition Court, where five cases were tried.In the end he just wondered gloomily why Hogwarts didn't have a wizarding law course - maybe there were electives, but it was definitely not on his mind.His knowledge of the law was limited to Wizarding Secrecy and Underage Magic, as they had taught him blood.

Fortunately, Harry's duty is only to sign and seal the final judgment. As long as he does not raise objections, no one will find that he does not understand the law at all.But Harry was still a little afraid that some people would think his signature was immature...

After he walked out of the cold and damp courtroom, many people came up to talk to him, but Harry basically ignored their flattery, just nodded calmly, which made the group of profiteers think he was not good Grasp, more awe.

"Director Yaxley, your outfit today is really impressive, it fits your temperament very well..."

"Director Yaxley, when I came to work today, I saw a few people making trouble. It must be the fellows from the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Hmph, Order of the Phoenix, those traitors who love Muggles—" a blond wizard snorted coldly.

"It's all from that old fellow Dumbledore, I'm sure—"

"Muggles shouldn't be alive!"

Harry concealed his inner displeasure, responded with a few perfunctory words, and did not participate in their discussion.Seeing that he was not interested, those people stopped tactfully, and they soon began to discuss the troubles they encountered at work.

"The office leaked again today, oh I can't believe not one of them can fix it!"

"Those guys from the Department of Mysteries are still acting so annoyingly—"

"I really don't like touching Muggle-related things, and I don't like that Weasley—"

"Which Weasley?"

"It's Weasley from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division, the best Muggle-loving piece of shit—"

"Cough!" Harry frowned and coughed loudly.This made the few people who were discussing quiet down and looked at each other.

"...Did we just say something that made the director unhappy?" A short, fat old wizard in a silver-gray robe asked in a low voice.

"It's all Doskey's fault! Let you mention Weasley!"

"That's right, the director definitely doesn't want to hear this disappointing name..."

Harry rubbed his temples, thinking that this was still the first day, and he would have to stay in this maddening environment every day from now on, and he didn't know how long he could last.

It's a good thing that's not the case in the office, he thought.That's one of the reasons he chose Percy as his assistant.

☆, numbness

"Mr. Yaxley, this is the plan I made." The next morning, Percy placed a stack of typed documents in front of Harry.

Harry nodded, thinking that he was indeed a top student at Hogwarts, and his work efficiency was high.He opened the planning book and began to browse, casually read a few lines and asked, "Are these people the ones you've decided on?"

"Yes, sir." Percy cleared his throat, thinking that his own test was coming, and mustered up the courage to start explaining, "These are all employees of our Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and they have also served as judges before." staff, very experienced in this area..."

Harry listened to Percy talking non-stop for a full 3 minutes, without repeating a word in the middle, and every sentence fell to the ground, and he couldn't help admiring his eloquence in his heart.But he also kind of understood why Ron and the twins disliked him so much... Really, it's too easy to say.

"Hey, I see, you are very thoughtful." Harry still interrupted him, and continued to read, "What are you writing about?"

"These are the execution arrangements, sir. The British magic community abolished the death penalty a long time ago and replaced it with the 'Dementor's Kiss', so additional preparations must be made if the death penalty is to be restored. I will contact Rota, who is in charge of the execution. Afterwards, Mr. and I worked out this 'pool plan' together, which is to prepare a large pool three meters deep, and then impose a powerful illusion around it, so that the tortured can voluntarily walk into the water and drown..."

Harry nodded in approval.And Percy looked more energetic: "If Mr. Yaxley thinks it's okay, I can contact Mr. Rota immediately to make preparations."

"Later, I'll finish it first." Harry raised a hand, feeling that he couldn't go too well with Percy's wishes, "Weasley, go and bring over the turpentine cake that is steamed next to you."

It was only then that Percy discovered that there had been a large and exquisite stove by the office window where the teapot had been before. A white flame was jumping under the stove, but there was no sound.

Does this Death Eater particularly like to make his own food in the office?Percy went to open the stove while complaining, and the rich and sweet aroma spread out. He smelled freshly cut vanilla, frankincense of sheep and pure pine resin in the forest, which made him feel refreshed.

Harry coughed, and Percy reacted immediately, and carefully put the turpentine cake inside on a plate and served it to him.

Well, the pot came out of Malfoy Manor, the recipe was taught by Dobby, and the ingredients were also prepared by Dobby...Harry used a fork to cut a small piece and put it in his mouth, it was soft and easy to melt, and the fresh breath spread in his mouth , delivered to each cell.Very satisfied.

"Would Weasley have a sip too?"

"Thank you, sir, but you don't have to," Percy replied reservedly.In fact, he really wanted to take a bite too.

"Well, you did a good job, so let's do it." Harry nodded to Percy after eating the turpentine cake, and the latter left the office with a smile on his face to start the preparations. .

But Voldemort and the Death Eaters were moving much faster than he had imagined.The major newspapers soon published the newly introduced law, and encouraged wizards to monitor each other and find out the "thief" and "traitor" among each other; the walls of the streets and alleys were covered with members of the Order of the Phoenix photos and rewards for other rebels; search parties abound for Muggle-born wizards, the way countless people hope to make their fortunes and rise to the top of the world.

Harry soon felt a great pressure floating in the air, a kind of fear and oppression in the shadows.It is not easy to detect but it is ubiquitous, hidden in the whispers of employees, lurking in the trembling footsteps and the sound of flipping books, it is a glass broken when the arm is trembling, and it is in the eyes of the boss when talking Hatred is the uncontrollable crying that hides at the top of the stairs. It is the haze and pain that countless people cannot escape. It is like the dense dark clouds that cover the earth all the year round.

The blood test of wizards under Harry's jurisdiction has always been the most feared project. In other words, the entire Department of Magical Law Enforcement has become the most terrifying existence in the Ministry of Magic, bar none.Every day, countless people are brought into the trial court, howling and begging for mercy, and never return.Every employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has become a cold and solemn devil-like existence in the eyes of others. No matter who sees them, they are cautious and hold resentment in their hearts but dare not speak out.

And Harry, the director, was regarded as the Demon Lord—although the deterrent power was not as good as the Dark Lord, he had already become a terrifying figure second only to him.Harry thought to himself that I just signed a few words and went to the trial court to sit around, how could I become a big villain who commits all kinds of evil... And the plan was written by Percy, he really just signed it!

This afternoon, as usual, he locked his office and went downstairs to get off work.When Harry walked to the second floor, there was a burst of quarreling and screaming in the corridor. It seemed that several people were arguing and fighting, and a woman's cry was also mixed with it.

Harry stopped and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a woman with disheveled hair pushing away several Ministry of Magic staff and ran out frantically. Tattered, stumbling, shouting hysterically.

"I want to find my son... son! My son... where did you hide my son!"

"Quick, quick, catch this lunatic!"

"It's crazy, how did she get in!"

"Catch her!"

A man grabbed her neck with an elbow to drag her back. The woman struggled and suddenly bit his arm hard.The man let go of his hand with a cry of alarm, and the woman took the opportunity to break free. She continued to run forward like crazy, opening one office door after another to check while chanting "my son", causing bursts of exclamation.

"This woman's son was arrested yesterday for publicly discussing the plans of the Death Eaters, and he was imprisoned in Azkaban this morning." Mark, the new director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, walked up to Harry and explained. The poor woman, her eyes were full of contempt, "This group of ignorant guys can't even deal with a woman, I think their wages should be deducted..."

Harry remembered that he had just tried the case yesterday.The boy looked very young, Harry even suspected that he was not yet an adult, with dyed yellow hair and exaggerated hippie attire, it was obvious that he was the kind of flamboyant young man in puberty.He obviously didn't realize that his few grandstanding words would bring him such a catastrophe. Sitting on the cold iron chair, his blue eyes widened, his lips were pale, and his whole body trembled.He kept begging, and when the judge asked him why he wanted to collude with Muggles, he shook his head desperately, with a cry in his voice: "I...I'm talking nonsense! I really don't know! I made up those things of!"

"Excuse me, why did you reveal the secret?"

"I didn't give away any secrets! I don't know what secrets... I... I just thought it was fun!"

The judge shook his head, wrote another note in his notebook, and cleared his throat: "Next, please raise your hand if you agree to sentence Stan Sampak for treason!"

Almost everyone raised their hands, and then they split over whether to sentence him to five years or [-] years.Harry sat on the armchair and yawned, feeling a little bored inside.

At this time, he looked at the mother who went crazy because her son was arrested. Harry was surprised to find that there was only a little pity in his heart, and he thought he would blame himself, but he didn't. My heart is numb, and I have long since lost the initial impulse.It made him feel terrible.

Even the most passionate and cynical person will be assimilated by the environment after a long period of immersion and brainwashing. He is like this, so why not other people struggling under tyranny.

"Heh, have you heard that the Dark Lord's influence has extended to northern Europe, Karkaroff has regained power, Durmstrang has completely fallen, and I think Hogwarts is coming soon..." Mark was still standing there. He kept talking about what he had seen and heard, and neither of them realized that the accident was coming.

☆, self-loathing

"It's you...it's you! I've seen you in the newspapers! Murderer, executioner! You took my son away!" The woman suddenly roared and rushed forward, grabbing Harry's skirt.She was much shorter than Harry, but she pulled him down with a burst of strength in her arms, forcing Harry to face those cloudy, bloodshot eyes of hatred.

At that moment, he suddenly understood that this woman hated him to the core, even if he was hacked into pieces, it would not be able to relieve her hatred.She will do anything for her son, because she has given up everything and is fearless.

No one would remain indifferent under such a strong vicious hatred. Harry felt that his throat was being tightened, not only because of the woman's strength, but also because of the oppressiveness that made him unable to breathe. self loathing.In a trance, he asked himself this way, is what he did really right?Did he really not violate his original intention?The purpose he was fighting for was really worth the heavy price he paid to make his heart gradually sink and become what he hated the most?

"Avada Kedavra!" A shout came from not far away, a green light flashed, the woman froze all over, she let go of his hand, and her thin and broken body went limp.She was still staring with big blood red eyes, as if she was still looking for her son in another world.

"I'm sorry, I frightened you, Mr. Yaxley. It was our negligence, our negligence..." A bald man kept bowing and apologizing to him, and several other men dragged away the woman's body, walking side by side Cursing and yelling "What a bad luck".

Harry raised his head to look at the luxuriously decorated ceiling, golden vines intertwined in the center, and ice blue and blood red gemstones were inlaid with each other, outlining the appearance of ancient and lost magic.

He didn't know how many undead wailed from the dome.

This is what Professor Black saw when he stepped into Harry's room.There was no light in the room, only half of the curtains were drawn, and it was completely dark.On a row of shelves near the window are various boilers of different shapes, some of which are spinning, chirping, flashing colorful lights, and emitting billowing gas.And the man was sitting by the window, the pale bluish light cast a hazy glow on his outline, blending with the undulating smoke.

"Without the lights in the room, are you doing some dark cooking?" He walked in slowly and stood behind him.

"Whether it's a dark dish or not, you'll know if you taste it." Harry didn't turn his head. In front of him was a chocolate hazelnut cheesecake and a cup of three-layered ice cream, which smelled delicious.

That being said, he clearly has no intention of sharing the food with him.Harry stood up, opened several stove lids, scooped out a bowl of soup from each and poured them together.His fingers rotated clockwise in the sky, and the soup also rotated with his fingers, the light jumped and sank to the bottom of the water.

"You know wandless magic?" He was very surprised.

"Ah."

"When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

"There's a lot you don't know."

"Potter—" It felt like the man's anger was obviously aroused, but Harry didn't want to bother to appease him. In fact, he was in a pretty bad mood right now.

Since returning from the Ministry of Magic, he has been in a state of intense self-loathing, and no one wants to talk to him.The woman's curse and gaze were still replaying nightmarishly before his eyes, and he remembered the countless trials he had participated in.Those trembling, terrified, and collapsed human figures locked on iron chairs, some of them are already eighty-year-olds, and some of them seem to have just started studying, but they all received the cruel sentence of the jury.He saw too much surrender and begging for mercy, too much indifference and indifference, so he thought this was the way the world was.

Maybe they were right, Harry thought.He is indeed an unforgivable villain, who sat back and watched the tragedy happen and ignored it, and signed a blood debt that could not be repaid with a quill.How is he different from Voldemort?What face does he have to face his former companions, but when they were fighting bloody battles, he fell into the abyss.

Harry turned off several boilers deftly, and sat at the table to eat dinner quietly.He moved slowly and calmly, shrouded in a kind of homely and warm radiance, which made him forget for a moment what kind of situation they were in, as if they were not living in troubled times, but living a warm little life.

"I don't want to go to work tomorrow." Professor Black was still immersed in this glowing atmosphere, and Harry's words made him suddenly sober.

"What's wrong?" The man frowned deeply and sat down beside him.

"I'm tired and want to take a day off."

"Tired? You don't have much work, do you?" Professor Black refused to let him go, "Is it tiring to sign every day? If you feel tired, why not change your job with Weasley, I think he is very energetic. "

"You're right, I'm just signing, so it doesn't matter if I'm missing one." Harry Ding Ding tidied up the dishes, but he still didn't look at him.

"What's wrong with you?" He turned his body and forced him to face him, "You don't want to give up, do you?"

"I don't have any plans at the moment." Harry shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk any more, "What are you doing here now?"

"I have something to talk to you about." Professor Black recalled his real purpose, and corrected his posture, "Listen, I don't care who you choose as an assistant, and I know why you chose Percy, but don't do it. Too much."

"I just sign every day, where is it?" Harry raised his eyes.

"Do you think I don't know what you're up to?" Professor Black smiled angrily. He approached him and held up his chin. "The so-called death penalty doesn't exist at all, does it? There's a door under the pool. Sending the tortured to the Order of the Phoenix, this kind of trick can be found by just checking."

"Well, it's indeed my fault for trusting Percy too much, but it's also because he's done his job so well." Harry lowered his eyes slightly, his tone flat, "Believe me, if you have an assistant like him, You will also become unwilling to do anything."

His tone was completely perfunctory, Professor Black sneered, grabbed his collar and threw him onto the bed, straddling him.

"Tell you, Potter, I'll give you a chance." He pulled up his collar, and Harry was forced to half-stand up, and looked at him with his neck raised, but those green eyes were still blank. , as if he didn't care about anything, "Go and seal the back door completely by yourself. Also, you need to arrest all the people involved in this matter and hand them over to the court."

"Blockade? Hand over to the court?" He repeated these two sentences dumbly, and suddenly laughed, very abruptly, "Shut up, of course I won't do that."

This is the only consolation left in his heart, and it is the only thing he has done right since he introspected.Let those condemned prisoners escape the sea of ​​suffering and be rescued by the Order of the Phoenix... This is the only thing he can do.

"Do you think you can choose?" Professor Black rubbed his chin gently with his fingers, the strength was extremely gentle, but Harry knew that he could also break his neck in the next moment, ending his confusion and entanglement, " After doing all this, the main soul will trust you more, and it will be easier to achieve our goal. Even if you refuse... Do you think all this will not happen? Potter, hold the control in your own hands or leave it to others, You have to think clearly."

Control...?He never had such a thing.All things are developing under his arrangement, but I am just walking along his path.Harry knew that if he didn't act, Percy and the others would end up worse, and it was ridiculous to comfort himself with the excuse of "I didn't do it so I can't blame me".

So let yourself take it all on.He just hoped to see each other again, and he could be forgiven.

☆, rescue

"I see, you can go." His hands slowly covered his and opened one by one.Harry stood up, feeling so tired that he didn't want to say another word.

In the next second, he was pushed down on the bed, those dark eyes were like a black hole that devoured him and shattered him.Harry remembered a book he had read before that said that at the center of many galaxies was a huge black hole, around which all the hot stars, cold dust, and vast debris revolved into galactic arms, and it didn't stop for a moment. Constantly devouring the surrounding interstellar matter.Once it falls, it becomes empty.

And this black hole is pouring down on him at this moment, together with his entire ocean of stars, falling down together.He thought he really seized a good time, at this time he didn't want to respond, and he didn't bother to resist.

The sun has set, and the window is dark and blank.The dazed, empty and sad things are all floating in the air, while the solid, calm and silent things are gradually settling down.Something was boiling and whistling in the air, but Harry thought it was ridiculous.

He thought he would be angry again if he knew what was going on now.But he has no choice, he is too tired, but no one wants to let him have a good rest.Everyone is forcing him to grow up, but what do they want him to be?

He lowered his head to kiss his forehead, and the metal locket around his neck was hanging down, sweeping over his neck.Harry stared at it for a moment, then suddenly reached for it and plucked it from his neck.

"You—" Professor Black was furious, but before he could say anything, his expression changed, and he held his head in pain.Harry moved a little further away, sat not far away, looked at him indifferently, and then looked at the locket in his hand.There is an exquisite snake-shaped pattern on the locket, and the surface of the undulating snake scales flows with silvery white light.

Harry put the locket aside and straightened his ripped shirt.And Professor Black stared blankly ahead, his eyes were out of focus, like a machine that had been powered off.

He watched his hands clenched and loosened unconsciously, shook his head violently, and his eyes became clear.Harry put the locket around his neck and waited quietly for the man to recover.

"Where is this...?" The man suddenly spoke, with the same voice, but a little more bewildered than usual.

"Malfoy Manor," Harry replied.The man turned to look at him.

"Who are you?" He looked utterly confused.

"I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you, Uncle Regulus." Regulus was obviously surprised to hear him say his name, and Harry continued: "Sirius It's my godfather, he mentioned you to me."

"Oh, that's how it is... Sorry, I don't know what's going on." Regulus rubbed his head and frowned.Harry briefly explained the situation, and couldn't help asking curiously: "As long as you take off this locket, will you be free from his control?"

"No, it's not. This locket can only balance the two souls. Once I leave it, I may be able to break free from his oppression temporarily, but this situation can't last long. Once he reacts, I will still You have to sleep." Regulus smiled wryly and shook his head.

"In that case, let's make a long story short." Harry sat up straight, his emerald green eyes shining brightly in the dark night, but his tone was so calm, it seemed that this idea had been formed in his mind for a long time. Today, "Uncle Regulus, do you want to escape?"

Regulus opened his eyes wide and nodded vigorously.

The death chamber of the Ministry of Magic is located on the bottom floor, close to the Underworld.This is said to cater to all Ministry staff, as no one wants to work around dead people.

The death penalty room was heavily guarded, protected by three thick copper doors, and each door required a different ID card to be verified to open, and three or four dementors were guarding the door, and would pounce on anyone if there was any abnormality.

Pale lights flickered in the corridor, illuminating the dark walls, making it eerie.Fran walked proudly through the corridor holding the folder. Behind him, a few dementors escorted a dozen death row prisoners and followed him slowly.Fran used his premium card to open the last door and walked in. Inside, there was a high platform and a huge pool. There were a few round stools around the high platform. The pool was filled with turbid black water, and it was calm.

The condemned prisoners were driven to stand in a row by the lake, their hands were tied behind their backs, trembling with fear, several of them kept begging for mercy to Fran, but the latter ignored him.

"Leave us alone, I'm really a mixed race, if you don't believe me, you can check my father, he is a wizard..."

"Please, let me go... I really didn't do it..."

"Shut up, it's too noisy!" Fran yelled impatiently. He spat at them and sat down in front of the high platform.Other staff also sat on the stools one after another. They exchanged pleasantries and chatted happily, turning a blind eye to the condemned prisoners.

"Okay, let's get started!" Fran snorted, opened the workbook and said loudly.The prisoners froze and showed despair.

"Murray Oliver!"

A scruffy man with a chicken nest head came up tremblingly, a man sitting on a stool kicked him, he screamed and fell into the water, and soon disappeared.

"Next, Van Ock!"

Another tall, thin man with a pale face stepped forward. He was shaking all over, as if he would fall if he didn't have to be chased by them.

"Hurry up!" shouted one of the judges, and Van took a step forward, stepping into the