I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"No...stop! You can't kill me!" Bella screamed in anguish.

Li Lin smiled, but that smile was incredibly cold in everyone's eyes.

He raised the crowbar and struck Bella on the shoulder. It is said that the shoulder is one of the toughest bones in the human body, but under the crowbar's blow, it quickly caved in, creating a strange shape.

The female Death Eater's eyes bulged out as immense pain overwhelmed her, and a thick crimson color filled her vision.

The second blow is to the lower abdomen.

The flesh made a tearing sound like leather snapping, Bella curled up into a ball, and everyone stared at the scene with pale faces.

They had all used the three Unforgivable Curses: the Imperishable Curse was silent and did not cause intense pain; the Killing Curse could quickly and swiftly bring about the end of the target; only the Cruciatus Curse could inflict unbearable torment on the target—but it would not cause a huge wound.

All wizards despise this kind of physical torture because they have countless spells to break it, and even if they are injured, they have a powerful potion system to heal them.

Before today, everyone thought this way.

Bella was bleeding from her lower body.

"In the far east there is a dragon... Sorry, I sang it out loud." Li Lin smiled apologetically, "In the far east there is a form of punishment called confinement."

"It's about hitting a woman's lower abdomen with a wooden stick to permanently render her infertile. Of course, I vaguely remember that you seemed to have given birth to Voldemort's child, so I don't have any psychological burden."

Li Lin calmly said, "You are all great wizards, you must have a way to save her, right?"

He looked around, and everyone whose gaze fell on Li Lin lowered their heads in fear. They subconsciously compared his gaze to that of the Dark Lord, only to sadly realize that no matter how terrifying Voldemort was, he had vanished without a trace, while Li Lin, this demon, was right before their eyes.

And almost everyone was shocked by what Li Lin described—Bellatrix Lestrange had actually given birth to Voldemort's child.

No, no...no—

Bella clutched her lower abdomen and screamed in pain, her heart filled with a mixture of shock and fear.

In fact, she hadn't even entertained that kind of thought yet. When Voldemort was running rampant in the wizarding world, although she was the leader of Voldemort's followers and was madly infatuated with the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord at that time did not have that kind of need.

Conquering death was Voldemort's lifelong ambition.

Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort's daughter, Delphi Riddle, nicknamed "The Bird," was born at Malfoy Manor in 1998, before the Battle of Hogwarts.

Of course, this child can no longer be born now.

Li Lin struck Bella's knee with his third blow, then stepped on her, twisting her joint backward.

“To be honest, I don’t quite remember your name, but I’ve heard you’re quite good with the Cruciatus Curse. So, I’ll give you a chance.” Li Lin stared indifferently at Bella’s face, then dragged her in front of Sirius Black. “Sirius Black?”

"I am." The disheveled man gazed at everything before him with a complex expression.

"That's good." Li Lin nodded, pointing to Bella, who was half-dead on the ground. "Let's do it for the sake of the victims, okay? Use the Heart-Rending Bone-Cutting Technique on her."

73 is not a dark lord.

The Heart-Rending Curse was, of course, not successfully cast.

The wizard prisoners were too weak, and on the other hand, their wands were confiscated when they were put in the cell.

As everyone knows, a wizard cannot lose his wand, just as the 3D district cannot lose Tifa.

Bella was thrown back to her dormitory by Li Lin, who also summoned two Dementor jailers to stuff something into her mouth in case she died immediately. Li Lin was no saint; Sirius Black simply believed that Bella and her group of Voldemort loyalists still had value.

The Ministry of Magic imprisoned them here, partly to demonstrate their victory in the war and their own righteousness, and partly... who knows if Voldemort is really dead or not.

Harry Potter, the boy who miraculously survived, made the once-powerful Dark Lord disappear, but no one could guarantee that the villain who once struck fear into the wizarding world was truly dead.

Therefore, to ensure that these people survive to a minimum, the Ministry of Magic sends a specialist every month, ostensibly to inspect the situation, but in reality to provide supplies to prevent them from all dying.

The Ministry of Magic last sent someone three weeks ago, which means that the Ministry will send someone again in a week at most.

Li Lin, a person who loves to court death, naturally didn't care about this at all. Rather, he really wanted to meet those people from the Ministry of Magic, and maybe he could even get some spells.

Sirius dissuaded him from this idea.

“I know you must have a lot of complaints about the current situation, and to be honest, I really want to do those sons of bitches in the Ministry of Magic…” Sirius Black struggled to squeeze out complete sentences from his parched brain, “but we can’t do that yet, otherwise the entire wizarding world will definitely, definitely…”

In the dimly lit cell, Li Lin cast a questioning glance at him.

He suspected that Sirius Black had developed mental problems after sitting in prison for so many years.

"I think there's something wrong with your head."

That's what Li Lin thought, and that's what he said.

Sirius gave a wry smile. Li Lin was right; the Dementors' constant feeding had indeed caused irreversible damage to these wizard prisoners.

Because of his obsession, despite the pain and anger, he persevered and did not succumb to the torment that caused others to either go mad or become mentally unstable. The former were completely consumed by negative emotions and turned to darkness, while the latter had completely lost the will to live.

“So why can’t we kill them? I think you’ve got a bit wrong,” Li Lin lectured Sirius. “The wizarding world always cares about stability. If we force things now, they’ll have no choice but to accept it.”

Li Lin is not good at using metaphors.

Sirius Black had a strange expression on his face. In his eyes, Li Lin was more like a madman, but he dared not say so.

Bella's example serves as a stark warning.

"By the way, what did I do to get me in here?" Just as he was thinking, Li Lin's voice rang in Sirius's ears again.

Sirius remained silent; he couldn't respond to that.

After being tormented for so long, it's already quite an achievement to know one's own name and who one is. Who would still remember someone else's crimes?

As expected, Li Lin, enraged by the lack of response, kicked Sirius back into his cell and had the Dementors lock him up.

After sending the Dementors away, Li Lin returned to his cell, closed the door, and sat on the bed, lost in thought.

He felt that he wasn't particularly familiar with the plot, and apart from some well-known names, he only remembered some major events.

"Nico Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, The Chamber of Secrets, Sirius Black's Escape, The Goblet of Fire, The Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore sent it, Voldemort sent it... Sirius Black is still here, which means it's at least not the third year yet, but what if that scarred boy Harry Potter hasn't started school yet?"

Li Lin's strength is that he never dwells on one thing for too long. He plans to enter the dream world to contact Mansu.

A dark green desktop rose up, and a vast expanse of colorless starlight surrounded Li Lin's consciousness, flying upwards through the harmonious darkness. A cobalt blue night mist rushed towards him, but unlike the complex and magnificent sprawling scene of the esoteric world, Li Lin opened his eyes and saw only a thick cobalt blue light mist.

Is this also a place for casual lodging?

He looked at the dark green tabletop with a puzzled expression. All the other cards were dull and lifeless, except for [The Road: The Desolate Sanctuary], which was still shimmering faintly. Li Lin picked up that card and threw it into the open space in front of him. Then, a huge wind pulled him upwards.

When Li Lin opened his eyes again, he found himself once more on the desolate mountaintop, but there was no one else there.

On the dark green tabletop, there were several new cards that had appeared out of nowhere.

Unlike other situations, these cards were all blind cards that had been flipped over. No matter what method Li Lin used, he could not see the contents of the cards without flipping them over.

"Haha, are you going to dig up a Dark Lord for me?"

Without hesitation, Li Lin flipped over all four cards.

The colorless starlight contracted and expanded in an instant, and then four figures appeared on the overgrown open space.

......

On the tower of Neumungade Castle in Austria.

Gellert Grindelwald lay in bed, gazing through the small window at the night sky that had remained unchanged for decades.

The great dark wizard had long since accepted everything about himself, except for one thing that still haunted him: his former best friend, lover, rival, and the greatest living white wizard in the world, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

Those past memories have now become a bitter pill for him to swallow, enabling him to get through the long years. In a sense, he has suffered a more painful torment than the prisoners of Azkaban.

This is Nymungard, Grindelwald's former fortress, where he was imprisoned like an exiled monarch after his defeat.

There were no Dementors, nor any other jailers; the only thing that could imprison him was himself.

The elderly Grindelwald once again looked up at the starry sky, intending to gaze at it one last time before falling asleep. For decades, his passion for astrology had been rekindled, and his extraordinary talent and genius propelled his research in this field to unprecedented depths.

However, tonight's starry sky is quite different from usual.

"The stars are moving."

The moment Grindelwald realized this, colorless starlight emerged from around him, instantly enveloping him and making him disappear.

......

The forests of Albania.

After being annihilated by the protective charm on the boy, Voldemort's remnant soul fled to the forests of Albania, where he clung to various small animals, especially snakes, to prolong his life.

He was too weak to use the powerful dark magic he remembered, and could only wait for his followers to arrive.

The problem is that Voldemort made too many Horcruxes, which caused him to suffer from severe mental schizophrenia, and he seems to have forgotten to leave a message for his followers.

Tonight, he is inside the body of a small snake, coiled in the treetops, gazing at the sky.

He saw the stars moving.

Colorless starlight descended from the sky, completely enveloping the panicked Dark Lord.

......

Hermione Granger's parents are both dentists. They have their own practice and usually live in a house in the suburbs of London.

The night sky was cloudless tonight, perfect for stargazing. Mr. Granger took out his telescope, adjusted the sights, and set it up on the rooftop balcony.

By this time, the young Hermione was already curious about many things, and she was soon drawn to the clear view of the planet's surface through the telescope.

Young children always have inexhaustible enthusiasm, and Mr. Granger and his wife had several appointments the next day, so they told their daughter to go to bed early.

On the balcony, Hermione, who was observing the starry sky through a telescope, suddenly noticed a blue star in her lens.