Hades

Chris did race the first rodeo.As it happened, it was a rainy day.But even so, there were no empty seats outside the Colosseum.It is an exaggeration to say that when the tickets came out, they were sold out in less than an hour.In the spirit of humanitarianism, Albus didn't want to go to such a place, but as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, he had to.

I don't know if it was a chance or a coincidence.Albus sat next to Voldemort.It was a bit of a deliberate arrangement, and in less than a minute, Albus was sure that it was indeed arranged, by Voldemort himself.

In the past, Voldemort would not have greeted Albus cheerfully.

"Hehe, Albus, I haven't seen you in half a year, and I'm looking a little bad recently."

Voldemort felt very comfortable seeing his old enemy deflated.Albus really wanted to go up and give him a Legilimency, he really wanted to know what Voldemort was thinking recently, why his mind suddenly became better.But at this moment, no matter from which point of view, he couldn't give him a Legilimency.So, he could only reach out, and took out a handful of dark things from his pocket and handed them to Voldemort.

"Would you like some cockroach piles?"

Now Voldemort was uncomfortable too.But Albus was happy, and stuffed the pile of cockroaches in his mouth. He did it with the idea that even if he couldn't kill you, he would disgust you to death.

The gates of the arena opened.It completely imitated the ancient Roman arena. When the doors on both sides opened, a team of people came out from one side, and each team had five people.And Chris is at the end of the red team. Compared with those players who are wide and fat, he, who has small arms and legs, is really not worth mentioning.Look at the red cloak that was about to be dragged to the ground, and then look at the tender white upper body that was only decorated with belts.No muscles, no figure, not even a seventh-year Quidditch team player.That spartan-like outfit looks like it was given to the blue team for free.

"He's still a child," said Albus, and Voldemort smiled happily again.

"Your Pluto looks like a child too."

Well, he was talking about Pluto again, Albus never realized that Tom could be so choking.

The red hair is particularly obvious in the crowd, and the red-haired owner has a particularly smirking face.

"...Let's take a look at our red team players. The most active one is Mr. Dark Duke's right-hand man, Chris Rankin, who we never expected!" When his name was called, the audience did not cheer, as long as I'm not a fool, but I think this child is more pitiful.Some people think that he was forced to be sent to this kind of place. He is a pure blood but walked on such a road. Look, how many nobles and rich people even touched a few tears.Albus bet that today's winner would be the guest of honor for these ladies who are still weeping tomorrow.

But no matter how lonely the encouragement on the stage was, Chris was really a kid who liked to die. He cheered for himself and even ran all over the audience exaggeratedly.The eyes of the blue team are like hungry wolves staring at the rabbit, and the eyes of the red team are full of grief and indignation at the injustice of the heavens. Why did you assign this brat to the red team?

"...Uh, it seems that our Mr. Rankin is very confident in himself." Look, the host is even embarrassed.The weak Chris Rankin, who looked like he could be blown down by a gust of wind, blew a kiss to him, which made the host's hairs stand on end and his ass was slightly tight.Merlin, he's not interested in how to develop a prostate. "Well, it just so happens that the Duke of Darkness is also present. Let us hear what kind of mentality Mr. Duke of Darkness has in sending his capable men to such a dangerous situation."

The host said flatteringly that the loud spell floated in front of Voldemort.Voldemort smiled, and looked gentle and elegant again, his soft tone made those noble ladies think about it.

"Hehe, when a child grows up, he will make a career."

It's just such a sentence, but the effect is great, and Chris' wandless magic made his voice echo throughout the Colosseum.

"Don't worry, boss~ Your child will not embarrass you~"

Hearing this whiny voice, Voldemort quietly got goosebumps, but it was replaced by the misconceptions of many people.

What a picture of a sage and virtuous minister, although Chris's performance is more like a father's kindness and filial piety.But no matter what he looked like, Albus wanted to poke his eyes out.

With the sound of a cannon, the gladiatorial fight began.

Chris went too far, completely forgetting that after entering the arena, the first thing to aim at should be the weapons arranged around.When the cannon rang, he realized that the harvest of life had already begun.

Fresh life.

Someone chopped off a Muggle's thigh right in front of him.The thighs flew far away, and there was an exclamation from the audience, and those nurses who had been hired at a lot of money shouted hello!

Human nature is worthless in this day and age, perhaps not even a piece of bread.

"Interesting." Pluto who appeared out of nowhere said so.Still holding a china mug of emerald green tea in her hand, she sat unceremoniously in the vacant seat next to Albus, and after Chris dodged the sword a little comically, she made the announcement comments.

interesting?Worthy of being Pluto.Voldemort thought so.

I want to deduct Pluto's salary for one year.Albus thought so.

"You're late." Albus said not so kindly, without Hades, this thing would never have happened.And before Hades could speak, Voldemort had already said, "Hehe, don't be too harsh on your subordinates, Albus."

This is a pleasing rhythm.Hades took one look at him, then explained to Albus "Going to make a cup of tea, sorry. There won't be a next time."

"Pluto is in a good mood." Voldemort said so, and then said to Albus, "Look, I have sent my right-hand man, Albus, don't you want to add to the fun, send your right-hand man?" He said Then, his eyes drifted to Pluto.

That's what he's thinking.Bella heard it, and swore secretly that if Albus dared to send Pluto out, she would definitely turn against the old fox.

"I won't wade through this muddy water, Tom, I thought you were still human."

"Hehe, my old friend, do you still remember Antonin's death? It wasn't me who started it first, it was your baby Pluto."

Voldemort was telling the truth, Albus didn't want to think about Dolohov's death in his life, and he couldn't blame Hades.It was he who asked Pluto not to kill casually, but he didn't know at that time that there was a word called massacre.

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The battle situation suddenly turned around, because of the cheers of the crowd, Albus, who had been distracted thinking about Pluto, had to return to the bloody arena.The young man who was weak won didn't know when he had an extra knife in his hand.The kind that is sold on the street, the kind that can be obtained with just a few Galleons.His speed was quite fast, at least the three remaining members of the blue team fell to the ground in less than a minute.At this time, there are still four in the field including Chris.

"Hey~ strong men~ did you commit suicide or do you want me to do it?" As clear as a child, this young man who looked very weak was playing with a knife in his hand, as if killing someone was easier for him than eating and drinking .

Strong men don't choose to commit suicide.Because from their point of view, they can resist this little guy with one hand and throw it over the wall.So the strong black man rushed forward holding the sword in both hands, and slashed fiercely at the boy's white and tender neck with the big sword.Especially in order to create the suspenseful atmosphere, Chris tilted his head on purpose, exposing such a fair part for him to chop off.

Unfortunately, the strong man fell sideways, so the one who fell was the strong man who rushed up.

The remaining two looked at each other, looked at the blood-stained Chris, looked at the smiling Chris, and chose to join forces without hesitation.

"It's really interesting." Pluto said to himself.

The movements of the warriors became slow and dull, and a wandless gravity spell made killing easier.The fallen heroes were piled up in a pile, and Chris sat leisurely on the high platform piled up with corpses when the audience forgot to cheer because of the sudden change.With one foot on the ground and the other on the corpse, he was turning a knife in his hand, and there was some blood on his face, but it wasn't his, it was sprayed out by someone else.

He raised his head and looked towards the high platform, saying that he was looking in the direction of Voldemort, but he was looking in the direction of Hades.

"Yo~ Pluto, I finally waited for you to come. How is it? Are you interested in a fight?"

Saying this, Pluto opened his eyes, and quickly caught the silver knife that was only an inch away from his forehead.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"That's interesting. Chris Rankin."

"Hehe, sorry, please call me Chris Lestrange from now on. Of course, I will be very happy that you call me Lord Thornflower."

If he had a harmless smile, if he hadn't been standing in a pool of blood, if he hadn't been standing in a pool of blood, with gentle and gentle words, if he hadn't kicked away the corpses under him, and proclaimed himself noble and elegant, if he hadn't stepped on blood dripping.So Chris Rankin, no, Chris Lestrange's big thank you will be the climax of the audience.

But it's not too bad.

Voldemort was very happy, and looked at Albus provocatively, as if to say

——Look, you have your Pluto, and I have my thorn flower, and my thorn flower is much more obedient than your Pluto~

Pluto glanced at the blood-stained dagger in her hand again. She felt it was dirty, and threw it at Chris in the field, with a slight sound of breaking through the air with an unstoppable momentum.Chris couldn't laugh this time, and he didn't care about anything else, so he lifted up the big sword stuck in the ground, and then people just looked at the inconspicuous dagger and rushed towards it. That small knife is a much bigger and more powerful sword.

As if he had encountered some resistance, Chris blocked the unstoppable knife, took a step back, and took another step back.The audience could clearly see the cracks on the big sword, which were pushed out by that humble knife.

"Click."

There was a slight sound, and then the ending of the sword falling to the ground.The knife fell, and the big sword broke.Chris was sweating, obviously none of those ten people made Chris sweat a drop.But just such a movement made him sweat.

"As expected of Pluto."

"Hmph, kid, don't die before you meet me."

This is on the bar.Albus turned his unhappiness into happiness, and gave Voldemort a particularly coquettish look, with pride in everything.

——Look, my precious Pluto is much more powerful than your obedient thorn flower.

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