[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 210 Seven Difficult Choices

"If you move again, I'll break your hand." Voldemort put his lips close to Winnie's ear, threatening, "Or do you want to watch your little lover be tortured by the Cruciatus Curse?"

Winnie pursed her lips tightly. She was still affected by what Voldemort said. She didn't doubt the credibility of it, because it was very common for Voldemort to use the Cruciatus Curse, but she couldn't see it. Draco suffered from this kind of torture, so his writhing hands stopped at this moment, and obediently did not move any more.

And this act of flipping made the coldness in Voldemort's eyes deepen, and he even cast aside such things as love.

Draco had just entered the range of the Death Eaters, and the protective shield had already formed. He stopped and stood in front of Voldemort, staring at him with gray eyes without any waves.

"You let me down, Draco." Voldemort evoked a ferocious smile, and at the same time, he looked at Lucius, as if to see if he would intercede for Draco.

However, the result was no, Lucius was calm as if the Perkin boy in front of him was not his son.

Draco remained silent and didn't speak. Voldemort was furious about this, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart, the boy has really grown up, and he has more and more shadows of Lucius on him. Can do so watertight.

However, how long can such calmness last?

Voldemort smiled maliciously, and the next second, he said coldly: "Crucio!"

Winnie's water-blue eyes suddenly widened, and an unprecedented severe pain suddenly spread from the heart and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. The pain made people want to scream.

"No!"

As soon as he took a step, Draco was pinned to the ground by Bellatrix.

See, the calm mask was broken all at once. Looking at Draco's frightened and angry face, Voldemort felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

"I advise you to think clearly." Sensing that Allen was going to rush forward alone, the masked man beside him reminded him coldly, "The more you get to this kind of time, the more you need to keep calm."

The torment of the Cruciatus Curse was still going on, and I have to say that Voldemort was surprised that the girl in front of him could not utter a sound from a Cruciatus Curse that would cause even an adult wizard to scream in pain.

Winnie bit her lip, emptied her head, and pulled herself away from the pain. Although it could not be completely successful, it could at least reduce the pain by half.

With a pale face, biting his pale lips, watching the girl he loves being tortured in front of his eyes, Draco hated his powerlessness from the bottom of his heart for the first time, his body struggled again, his gray eyes He stared at Voldemort fiercely, as if he was going to be skinned and boned alive.

Voldemort half-closed his bloodshot eyes, feeling extremely dissatisfied with Draco's performance, "You choose to betray me just because of a girl?"

Old Greengrass stared at Lucius angrily, his eyes undisguised - look, you are the good son you taught!

Draco still didn't speak, Voldemort smiled angrily, and finally took his eyes away from him, and said loudly: "Will you continue to watch her suffer, or cut off your wand, Alan Felton?"

"Alan." Dumbledore looked at the blond boy in front of him, and told himself rationally that he should stop it, but his emotions prevented him from saying such cruel words.

Allen stared directly at Winnie in front of him without saying a word.

Since when did he fall in love with this girl?

If you think about it seriously, it should have started the moment the girl handed the handkerchief in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Winnie Einstein."

"You got hit again."

"do not Cry."

"They don't like you, I like you."

"Don't forget me, Winnie."

"do not forget me."

"I will go find you, I will become stronger, and then I will protect you."

He once swore to himself that he would become stronger.

He did it, and now, he would do anything to protect Winnie.

Taking a deep breath, his golden eyes made up his mind, and he snapped off the wand that didn't belong to him without hesitation.

Lost, in this psychological warfare, Alan Felton lost.

The masked man didn't speak, Dumbledore and the others were stunned, the saints were dumbfounded, and the Aurors were stunned.

Voldemort looked at Allen meaningfully, and cast a silent spell so that only those inside the shield could hear him.

"You know, I never forgive a betrayer easily." Voldemort stopped tormenting Winnie, ignoring the cold gaze from afar, "However, since you are Abu's grandson, I can forgive you once , as long as you are willing to kill this girl, I can treat this matter as countless, but if you refuse..."

As soon as the words were finished, Bellatrix had already guessed what Voldemort meant, and pointed her wand at Lucius.

The meaning is obvious, the girl he loves the most and his father, Draco can only choose one.

"What does Voldemort want to do?" McGonagall frowned, "Are they coaxing each other?"

"Love makes you lose your sanity, Alan." The masked man said flatly, without any thoughts in his tone.

Allen sneered and sneered: "Don't put on a high-ranking posture, one day you will experience the same mood."

The masked man wanted to refute, but a girl's smiling face inexplicably appeared in his mind, making him swallow all the words in an instant.

"That protective shield is..." Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore, he had never seen such magic, and it was not in the textbook.

"That's protective magic." Dumbledore responded calmly. "A large-scale environmental isolation spell can isolate enemies and bounce back most spells."

Hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Harry unconsciously opened his mouth wide, looked at Dumbledore almost in a daze, thinking, would they still have a chance of winning?

Draco stared blankly at the wand thrown in front of him—eleven inches, willow, unicorn hair.

That was Winnie's wand.

"Pick it up, Draco," said Voldemort coldly.

Bellatrix let go, and Narcissa's face flashed in her mind, but the next second, she was driven out of her mind again, and she told herself that she had done nothing wrong.

"You know, I've never been very patient, Draco." Voldemort narrowed his eyes coldly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he gave Bellatrix a look with his eyes.

Realizing what Voldemort meant, Bellatrix threw a Cruciatus Curse on Lucius.

Lucius' eyes widened, he clutched his chest, and knelt on the ground in pain.

"No!" Draco hurriedly ran to Lucius' side and helped him up in a panic, but he was quickly pulled away, and Lucius fell back to the ground, tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

"Pick up the wand." Voldemort repeated, but his tone had lost patience.

Seeing that Draco was still hesitating, Voldemort said again: "Since you can't choose, I will help you choose."

"No!" Draco quickly stopped, looking at Winnie's pale face, his mind suddenly buzzed.

Winnie mouthed him.

kill me.

Such a simple sentence pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

"I'll give you three seconds." Voldemort said coldly.

Draco clenched his fist hard, and on Voldemort's count of two, he bent down and picked up Winnie's wand.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and smiled grimly. "Let us see your options."

Harry saw Draco pointing his wand at Winnie, his mind froze, and an extremely clear message came out of his mouth involuntarily: "Voldemort wants Draco to kill Winnie."

Although they couldn't hear their conversation, Harry could tell from their actions that Voldemort asked Draco to kill Winnie.

"He won't." The masked man was very sure, "He won't destroy his chips."

"Why are you so sure?" Harry said excitedly.

The masked man smiled inexplicably, "Because I am the person who knows him best in this world."

Who knows Voldemort best in the world?

Harry froze for a moment, secretly guessing the identity of the masked man.

"Calm down, your current behavior is not at all like you used to be, Alan." Noticing Alan's increasingly distorted expression, the masked man kindly reminded, "We only need one chance now."

Yes, a chance, a chance to let Voldemort relax.

"It seems you have made your choice, Draco." Voldemort let out a terrible laugh from his throat.

Nothing in this world is perfect, no matter how well-planned a plan is, there will still be loopholes.

Draco knew this truth, but he didn't expect the situation to become like this.

Winnie looked at Draco and said calmly, "Do it, Draco."

No, he can't do it.

Damn, why haven't they acted yet, why!

Winnie has never thought about death, this word is very far away to her.

What is death?

What does it feel like to die?

Where does a person go after death?

There is never a definitive answer to these questions.

The only thing I know is that in this world, most people have feared death.

She is no exception.

Fear of never seeing her parents again, never seeing Betty, never seeing Sherlock, never seeing Draco.

Even though she was terrified, she couldn't watch Draco fall into such a terrible decision for her and his father.

No matter which one he chooses, Draco will suffer for the rest of his life.

In this case, she intends to see it.

"Draco."

Draco raised his head and looked at the face that had always been calm and could not see any waves. At this time, emotions different from usual emerged, and he couldn't help being stunned.

Winnie moved her mouth, and silently said three words under Draco's sight.

I love you.

The author has something to say: This chapter is really bad, I feel like I’m writing a mess, and I’m a fighting scum QAQ