Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The Unforgivable Curse?

Eredin rolled his eyes, wanting to see Voldemort and what kind of expression he had on his face.

Voldemort explained: "The Imperius Curse is to make a person completely loyal to me."

Eredin couldn't see Voldemort, he was too close to him, and his eyes turned back to the navigator. He still stood quietly, motionless, his expression as usual.

No wonder he betrayed himself in such a short period of time.

It turns out to be magic.

Manipulating people's hearts can also ensure the self-awareness of the person being manipulated.

Voldemort continued: "There are three Unforgivable Curses. Do you want me to introduce you to the remaining two?"

The words are questions.

But he flicked his wand, pointed it at the navigator, and recited the spell in a pleasant tone: "Cruciato!"

The man fell down and lay on the ground in pain, twisted like a hemp rope, wailing in pain, and his life was worse than death.

The color on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Eredin's expression remained unchanged. He was not that kind of young boy. He could not be afraid just because he watched a torture.

After just a few seconds, Voldemort withdrew his wand and glanced at Eredin's eyes.

He smiled and continued: "The last one is my favorite spell, and it is also the most powerful one."

"Death Curse."

"No matter who is hit, no matter where in the body they hit, they will die."

Eredin looked at the navigator.

Voldemort raised his wand high: "Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed.

The person who was still twitching on the ground suddenly stopped moving and lay quietly on the ground, losing all the breath of life.

Eredin remained unmoved.

"I like the look in your eyes very much." Voldemort said softly, "But why don't you comment?"

As he spoke, he suddenly paused and smiled slightly: "Oh, by the way, I forgot that your tongue was sealed by magic."

He waved his wand.

The whole room was wrapped in magic.

At the same time, Eredin also felt that his tongue was free again: "What do you want to do, Voldemort?"

He could also turn his head, raise his head, and look at him.

"Eredin, you are not qualified to sit in the position of king." Voldemort said softly, looking at the chair he sat on.

Eredin sneered: "You want to enslave me?"

"No, don't say that." Voldemort shook his head, "I am not that kind of cruel person."

"Friend, do you know this word?"

"I hope we can be friends."

Having said this, he waved his wand lightly, and Eredin's hand raised uncontrollably, and his sleeves were folded up until they stopped at his shoulder blades.

"I will leave you with proof that you are my friend." Voldemort pointed his wand against his skin.

Eredin couldn't help but gasp.

The burning pain invaded his entire arm, like a branding iron imprinted on it. When he moved his head over, a tattoo was imprinted on his skin. The skull was swallowing a snake, and it came alive. When he caught his gaze, the snake even He was still mumbling words and saying hello.

"Well, let's make a choice." Voldemort drew his wand back and said with a smile, "Become my friend, or..."

People are under the roof.

Eredin thought for a while and nodded slowly: "I think it's not that we can't be."

"Look into my eyes," Voldemort interrupted.

Eredin raised his head with difficulty, and the two people's eyes met: "I am very willing, Voldemort, to be your friend."

Voldemort shook his head: "No, you are not honest at all."

"I see no sincerity in your eyes."

Eredin said nothing.

Voldemort raised his wand regretfully: "Too bad, it seems you don't want to be my friend."

Legilimency!

His eyes glowed with a white light, intruding into Eredin's brain, flipping through his memories.

Copy and paste one by one into your own brain.

"What do you want to do?" Eredin asked. He felt that his brain was being invaded. He thought of the records about the "Forgetting Curse" in the magic book provided by Crouch, and his tone became slightly panicked.

Voldemort didn't say anything, just smiled at him.

Forget everything!

His memory was completely wiped clean.

Fainted!

He slumped in his chair and fell asleep.

With a wave of the wand, a piece of his hair was cut off and flew into his hand.

Voldemort took out a bottle of potion and put his hair in it. It bubbled and bubbled, turning into the color of dark ruby, deep and pure.

He took a sip and swallowed it.

The taste is as strong as whiskey, stimulating the throat and stomach.

Eredin tastes good.

His body began to twist and deform, and in the blink of an eye, he completely transformed into Eredin.

Voldemort glanced at the clothes on his body, and with a wave of his wand, the robes became exactly the same as the exquisite salute.

At this moment, he is the King of the Wild Hunt.

He stretched out his wand and chanted another spell towards Eredin.

Shrink quickly!

The comatose, former King of the Wild Hunt shrank in size, and in the blink of an eye he condensed into the size of a thumb. Voldemort took out a small bottle and stuffed him in - now he was reluctant to kill Eredin, and he still needed Polyjuice Potion. .

There was another body on the ground.

Voldemort looked over.

Another look at the door that was sealed by magic.

Thinking deeply, he waved his magic wand, and the corpse on the ground twisted and turned into the appearance of another person. It was vaguely similar to his original appearance - it was the father who gave birth to him, with a few more wounds on his body. , abdomen, chest, and the most fatal sword slashed across his throat.

The furnishings in the room were flying around randomly, pretending to be a fight.

Finally, he untied the magic.

Clang——

The door was knocked open.

A group of Wild Hunt Knights rushed in, and they realized something was wrong the moment the magic sealed the room.

"So impatient." Voldemort manipulated Eredin's tone.

The knights bowed their heads: "Lord Eredin."

"A thief came here in disguise and wanted to assassinate me." Voldemort said softly, "Please dispose of the body."

The knights responded.

Voldemort paused, and then continued: "Go and tell Gale that that ally is not trustworthy and is an ambitious man with no ability. However, Bai Shuang's research has made breakthroughs. Now I need manpower to conquer that world."

"Take into your hands the means to save us Ayn El."

Gale is the leader of the Elven King City of Ain El, a talented conductor, and the person Eredin trusts and respects the most.

He handles all the logistics of the Wild Hunt.

The knights looked up in surprise and looked at Eredin.

This was the first time they heard the news that there was a solution to Bai Shuang.

Voldemort waved his hand.

The knights quickly retreated and took away the body.

After everyone left, Voldemort sat down at Eredin's seat, spread his hands and took a deep breath - is this the taste of royal power?