Chapter 380 Let's Play Slowly

Without waiting for Bella to say anything, Anton walked further into the corridor step by step.

With every step, his upper body gets bigger.

Red hair protruded from his body, his head lengthened rapidly, his mouth protruded forward, and the muscles on his arms agitated, becoming slender little by little.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Dolokhov was still laughing, when suddenly a huge wolf claw grabbed the railing in front of him.

The body of the werewolf, who was too tall to fit in the corridor, bent over and lowered his head, his figure was reflected in his vertical pupils, "Didn't you want me to let you out? Good!"

His other hand also grasped the railing, which was so thick that it seemed to be pulled by the muscles of the shoulders and back of a wall, and the huge latissimus dorsi seemed to be poured with steel bars, carrying huge kinetic energy, pulling Aziz hard. The bars of Caban's prison.

"Gah~~~~~"

There was an ear-piercing sound, and the railing twisted and stretched a little bit under Dolokhov's terrified expression, and finally stretched to a full distance of one meter.

The werewolf let go of the railing with his left hand, and his huge and slender arm poked in through the opened gap, like digging out a bird's nest.

Fast as lightning.

In just an instant, Dolokhov was grabbed out of the cell.

He held it up high, his head almost hitting the ceiling.

"Look, I let you out, thank me soon!"

This werewolf was really terrifying. Dolohov had never seen such a big werewolf, and it almost seemed to fill up the entire corridor of the prison. He screamed in fear.

As the werewolf tightened his arms, he quickly roared, "Listen to me, thank you!"

"Roar~~~~"

The huge werewolf roar blocked all the words behind him. The huge wolf mouth was big enough to swallow him in one gulp. The sharp fangs were like huge sharp knives. Chance is infected as a werewolf.

"You threaten me? How dare you threaten me!" the werewolf roared, "Apologize!"

The werewolf's huge palm was clenched again, and the sharp nails almost pierced the aorta of his neck, and Dolokhov let out a shrill cry in pain.

He yelled in horror, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please spare me..."

The werewolf's face suddenly became extremely calm, his vertical pupils stared at him, and smiled slightly, "It's late."

呲~

Countless blood spurted from his neck.

It was like a natural water pipe being crushed by the huge force of an excavator, and it splashed outwards crazily.

Blood splattered the werewolf's face, splattered the floor, and splattered the Death Eaters in the nearby cells, who were finally able to take a good bath after more than ten years.

There was also some kind of inexplicable warmth that made everyone shiver.

The blood was flowing on the ground, like a stream, flowing aimlessly around.

How much blood is in a person.

The Muggle world says it's five thousand milliliters.

Professor Snape said, no, blood in the wizarding world doesn't count that way.

He had taught Anton too many ways to extract blood, one of which was especially suitable for this idiot who had been marinated by the tickle curse for three days and three nights.

'Blood rich in spirit', the most high-end potion material, requires the most high-end extraction method.

(See Chapter 68 for details)

Dolokhov's eyes, arms, internal organs, and even his soul will be transformed into magical nutrients, all of which will be absorbed by his bones, thereby producing a bathtub full of blood.

It is said that blue comes from blue and is better than blue.

Anton also made a little improvement.

Learned from the technique of the black magic creature Angnara, using the tickle spell to affect the other party's emotions, call out a large enough magic power, and then feed the bones with the magic power to produce blood.

"Your soul will burn..."

Anton groaned in a low voice. The werewolf's unique vocal cords made his voice sound like a subwoofer, with thunder in the dullness.

"All turned into blood..."

"In the end, your blood, your bones, everything about you will be wiped out."

"I'm sorry, you scum, I don't know if you will have a chance to go to the world of dead souls after this."

"If you can't go..."

The corner of the werewolf's mouth was raised slightly, and he sneered, "Then you will perish in the endless sea of ​​blood."

Spirit-rich blood is already some kind of curse in essence.

Cursed blood is not too common in the wizarding world.

Right.

quack quack ~

Bang~~

Countless blood seemed to break a gap in the dam, rushing towards the prison like a bank burst.

"Ah~~~~"

In the prison, someone screamed in fear, and someone was quick to jump onto a higher iron bed, but fell tremblingly into the lake of blood and was choked.

The sea of ​​blood violently set off waves of waves, slapping the edge of the iron bed, splashing tall red water droplets.

"Who else!"

Anton roared, "Who else wants me to let it out?"

"Who else!"

Suddenly, the prison corridor was silent!

The screaming person stopped abruptly, and the person who choked on the blood covered his mouth and neck tightly, not daring to make any sound, so as to misunderstand this terrible child.

"It's you?"

Anton looked sideways at the Reticent August Rookwood, "Is that you?"

He walked a few more steps, looked at Bella's husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, put the werewolf's head on it, and smiled kindly, "Or you?"

Lestrange swallowed nervously, and shook his head dully.

"You disgusting Death Eaters, you rubbish, even if I kill hundreds of you, I won't feel any burden."

The werewolf's pointed mouth was stuffed into the railing, and his bloodshot scarlet eyes stared at Lestrange, "Tell me, I killed that idiot just now, do you have any objections?"

"..."

"Ha~ So you have an opinion?"

"No, no, no!" Lestrange yelled tremblingly, "No, I have no objection, he just deserves to die!"

yo~

Anton chuckled, and slowly returned to his human form, pulled the opponent's arm out of the railing, pulled his clothes to wipe the blood from his fingers.

Looking at him with a smile, "Then tell me, why did he deserve to die?"

Lestrange looked at his smile and laughed too, but the smile looked no different from crying, it was so ugly.

"Say!" Drink in a low voice.

"He...he killed too many people, not only that, but he abused others, too bad."

Anton listened attentively, and nodded in agreement.

"Very good, if you can talk, just say more."

"Once... Once, we went to a Muggle wizard's house and were discovered by his neighbors. An Oblivion Curse could have solved it, but Dolohov didn't. He broke into that girl's house."

Anton squinted at him with danger in his eyes, "And then?"

"Then……"

Lestrange swallowed, and tried his best to show Guang Weizheng's expression on his face, with an expression of 'I'm irreconcilable with evil', "That girl has a younger brother, a mother, and a father in her family. Dolokhov used a body-binding spell to petrify both his father and younger brother on the chair, and then dragged the mother and the girl onto the table..."

Wow~

Wow~~

It was as if an evil dragon lived in the lake of blood, writhing and roaring, just for a moment, high waves splashed, twisted Lestrange's legs, and spread upwards little by little.

Anton tilted his head and looked at him, "You come and tell me, is that right? Huh?"

Lestrange's whole body became extremely stiff, his whole face was shaking, and he was about to cry, "No...not right."

"That you……"

Snapped!

Anton pulled the opponent's arm over, hit it on the railing, and stuck it up, staring at his eyes, "Did you stop him?"

"Or, are you laughing happily next to me and watching it for fun?"

"No...no...no, we didn't stop it, but we didn't laugh either, really, you have to believe it, we didn't laugh either."

Anton closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, "Next question, you..."

His eyes snapped open, staring at Lestrange coldly, "Have you ever done such a thing?"

"No!"

Lestrange tremblingly felt the sea of ​​blood spreading towards his chest, and yelled loudly, "I've never done it, really, you trust me, you trust me~~~"

"Really? I don't believe it."

"really."

Anton chuckled lightly, but there was no smile in the laughter, "Give me a reason that can convince me, why, why you wouldn't do such a thing."

"If you can't tell, you will sink into the sea of ​​blood."

As he said that, the blood spread and reached Lestrange's neck.

Lestrange looked at all this with some despair, and roared, "Because I am a pure-blood wizard, I can't let the disgusting blood of Muggles stain my blood, I will not touch those Muggle women of!"

"ha……"

Anton chuckled, his eyes became cold, he let go of his arm at will, and walked slowly in the blood lake.

"Tell me, what did the family do wrong?"

"Just because I accidentally saw you?"

"No!" Anton stared at him, "No, their fault is because they are powerless to resist you rubbish, if they also have magical powers, they will kill a few of you scum after encountering such a thing. "

He was feeling upset right now, seeing these villains, naturally his mood couldn't be any better.

It also reminds me of some bad memories from my previous life.

what. You are amazing when you are a wizard.

According to this principle, if you can do whatever you want with them, can I also do whatever you want with you?

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood seemed to trigger some defense mechanism of Azkaban, and loud buzzing sounds resounded throughout the island prison.

Anton pouted, walked forward, pulled his jacket and shoes from Bella's arms, stared at these people slowly, and chuckled lightly.

Then he slowly returned to his prison.

There is ample time.

Grandpa An, I don't intend to leave.

Let's play slowly.

Let me explain, about the conversation with the Death Eaters in this chapter. Whether it is a happy person, a good person, or a bad person, when they see injustice or evil things that violate morality, they always feel disgust from the bottom of their hearts, which should be reasonable. It's similar to Keyboard Man, except that Anton's ability has gradually become stronger, and he began to have the ability to complain face to face, so he said it out. Since everyone finds it awkward, I will delete those two complaints. Anyway, it has nothing to do with the main plot of this volume. The story is still long, don't worry, take your time. Sometimes when I write too excitedly, I will say a few more words. This is mainly due to the fact that I watched a video explaining a movie during lunch today, and it was a bit emotional, haha.

Say it again.

Each volume has its own characteristics, and the title of this volume is "Crackling", which is about tickling curses. At the same time, it also talks about the protagonist's mental journey. The overall main line of the previous few volumes was to treat the family as the main line. Now it is natural to give the protagonist a strong motivation in order to make the character glow with his own charm. But the same thing, different people's behavior is not the same.

It’s not that if you complain about crime, you must be a pioneer of justice, right?

Look at the clown in Gotham, he also complains about evil, he...