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As the battle progressed, Cirilla gradually began to gain the upper hand.

She constantly suppressed Bellatrix, putting the opponent in a passive defensive position. The two wands shot out bright light, and the floor at their feet became hot and cracked, as if to tell the intensity of the battle.

Every confrontation is accompanied by a collision of energy and a splash of sparks, which makes people feel terrified.

As time goes by, Cirilla's teleportation frequency becomes faster and faster, like a flickering silver light shuttle across the battlefield.

Bellatrix's evasive movements became more and more exaggerated. She had to give up attacking and cast several [Iron Armor Curses] in succession before she could barely deflect or dodge Cirilla's spell.

However, even though she was so embarrassed, she still spoke unforgivingly, trying to influence her enemies with vicious words: "Haha... Do you love him very much, little Auror? What a pity, your beloved man You're going to die and there's nothing you can do."

Hearing this, a coldness flashed in Cirilla's eyes. She smacked her lips disdainfully and retorted: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's really bad, old woman. It seems that it's not only your appearance that's aging, but also your body. ...ah!"

"Zero Seven-Three" said, she swung a sword, and the sharp edge of the sword grazed Bellatrix's feet--just a hair away, this female Death Eater would be killed forever. Losing her madness.

The magic attached to the arcane sword burst out instantly, and the powerful force caused the ground to be filled with cracks. Bellatrix couldn't avoid it and was scratched on the cheek by the scattered gravel. Dust and gravel sprinkled all over her head and face, making her look miserable. This scene caused Cirilla to laugh again.

Bellatrix shook her head angrily, trying to get rid of the dust and gravel on her face - she even suspected that she was hallucinating - as if she heard a girl singing... The sound was full of ridicule and contempt.

She couldn't help but touch her cheeks, which had lost their beauty due to years of torture in Azkaban. Under her messy curly hair, her eyes seemed to bulge out of anger. She roared angrily: "[Crushing Bones]! Little bitch, I will destroy your face and then kill you! So what if you are young? You are a short-lived ghost!"

Bellatrix shouted loudly, her voice no longer containing that infantile affectation, jealousy and anger rolling in her heart like violent waves. She longed to use the Cruciatus Curse to torture the little bitch in front of her tens of thousands of times, letting her taste endless pain.

Although nearly a year of recovery has allowed Bella to vaguely regain some of the beauty she had before being imprisoned, she still faces a deep lack of confidence, especially after seeing her opponents and Cirila's companions. .

I don’t know where Levin found so many talented and beautiful girls.

Cirilla, whom Bellatrix thought was both talented and beautiful, was now like a dexterous swallow, gliding through Bella's stormy attacks.

She flashed again and easily avoided this unforgivable curse. At this time, she was getting better and better, and she was able to handle the battle with ease. She even had enough time to observe the changes in Bellatrix's expression, taking in all her distorted expressions.

So, Cirilla continued to mock the female Death Eater in a condescending tone, further affecting her mood: "Then you go ahead and give it a try, Bellatrix. I am different from you. After all, I can Never marry anyone other than your lover.”

When she said this, her tone was full of contempt and disdain, and she looked at Bella as if she were looking at a pitiful clown.

This made Bellatrix grit her teeth in anger. She gasped loudly, and her chest in low-cut clothes heaved violently. She fiercely cast out a curse, trying to put Cirilla to death: "My master can kill him today! Want to get married? After I kill you, you can marry him under the witness of death!" "

Cirilla frowned and used her wand to flexibly lift the opponent's spell.

Then, as if she remembered something interesting, she raised a sarcastic smile: "You admit that Levin will marry me... Haha, it's you, Bellatrix. You Your master treats you with such disdain, it seems that you will never win the heart of the one you love. Levin would never treat me like that, he only has endless tenderness and love for me."

Her words were like a sharp knife, piercing Bellatrix's heart once again, arousing the female Death Eater's long-term unwillingness to love her.

The distance between the two is getting closer, and Cirila has clearly gained the upper hand.

While provoking Bellatrix, she launched fierce attacks, gradually forcing the crazy witch towards the blue flames. Her smile gradually turned cruel, and there was a cold light in her eyes - she planned to use Levin's flames to burn the Death Eater witch in front of her to ashes.

If Voldemort really cared about Bellatrix at all, then her death would undoubtedly have a positive impact on Levin's duel.

Cirilla was thinking in her mind and at the same time increased the intensity of her attack.

The name "Mysterious Man" is the most sensitive pain point in Bellatrix's heart. Cirilla's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into her heart. They not only touched her unspeakable unwillingness, but also aroused her strong jealousy towards Cirilla.

Bellatrix once thought that she and Cirilla were both poor souls, tricked by fate and trapped in darkness. However, now she realizes that the situation between herself and Cirilla is very different - Cirilla met the person worthy of her life at a young age, and they knew each other, loved each other, and supported each other.

Even though the other person may be a little carefree, in Bellatrix's eyes, this is a kind of warmth that she longs for but cannot get. She would rather Voldemort was a passionate person than face the cold, ruthless and unfeeling person he is now.

Jealousy was like a burning fire, raging in Bellatrix's heart. She finally understood why Cirilla would let go of the opportunity to defeat herself. All this was to stimulate her and make her fall into deeper pain.

Anger and shame intertwined, Bellatrix shouted uncontrollably: "Rudolphus, you two idiots, come and kill her!"

Just now, Rudolfs used fierce fire to easily ignite an Auror who was petrified by Lucius. The crackling sound of the flames was intertwined with his laughter, making it particularly harsh.

"Look at your immature appearance. You have just graduated, right?" Rudolfs sneered sarcastically, with cruel pride in his eyes. "It's so pitiful. I'm afraid you have to witness yourself being burned alive..." ..."

Although he was in a noisy and chaotic battlefield, dozens of meters away, Rudolfs was like a loyal hound, keenly capturing his wife's shouts.

It was as if he had installed the most sophisticated spectrum analyzer in his mind. No matter how messy the sounds on the battlefield were, he could accurately distinguish his wife's voice.

When he heard his wife Bellatrix calling for help, Rudolphus's face instantly turned pale. He turned his head suddenly, looking through the fog and the chaotic crowd, and happened to see his wife and the strange blue flame beside her.

His heart sank suddenly, as if being held tightly by an invisible big hand.

"Bella! Stay away!" Rudolfs shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of fear and anxiety, "That blue flame is..."

In this moment of distraction, the young Auror who was almost burned to death was quickly rescued by his companions.

At the same time, an [Ice Arrow] flashing with cold light whizzed past, almost grazing Rudolfs' forearm. He felt a biting chill coming over him, and his arms were suddenly covered with a thin layer of white frost, as if he had been lightly touched by the shadow of death.

The angry Rudolfs waved the wand in his hand wildly and launched a fierce attack on the entangled Auror team. He angrily cast a [Death Curse], wanting to kill all the enemies in front of him.

However, his spell did not have the desired effect and was cleverly blocked by one of the defenders in the squad.

Rudolfs didn't care that his [Death Curse] had no real effect. He took advantage of his opponent's dazed moment and hurried towards Bellatrix who was still standing at the edge of the ring of fire 1.5, feeling full of He was overcome with anxiety and worry. At this moment, he just wanted to rush to his wife as soon as possible and rescue her from the edge of danger.

Rudolfs finally squeezed to his wife's side, and his ears were filled with the taunts and confrontations between the two women. After listening for a while, he finally understood what was going on.

He frowned and cast his gaze into the blue fire, wandering over the two sides in the center of the duel venue, feeling the disgust in his heart surge like a tide. However, he only hesitated for a moment before making his usual choice - swallowing this breath.

He took a step forward resolutely and pushed his wife further away from the fire ring to a safe zone.

Then, he waved his wand and launched a fierce attack on Cirila. Every spell was very cruel, as if he wanted to express the green anger in his heart in this way.

Lucius Malfoy, who was still wearing a mask, followed closely behind. After looking at Cirilla, he joined the attack without mercy. However, his spell didn't seem to be very lethal, it was more like probing and harassing. The occasional [Death Curse] always missed, or lost its aim when aiming at the Aurors who tried to break into the war zone to help.