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Chapter 469 Breaking through the Cocoon of Binding (1)

"Ah!!! Voldemort, you shall not die a hapless death!"

Heart-wrenching screams mixed with intense hatred. Inside Malfoy Manor, Rabastan Lestrange pulled up the tortured, mad man and forced him to lower his unyielding head.

Among the remaining Death Eaters present, only a few watched coldly, while most showed disgust or excitement on their faces.

The man at the top of the table waved his wand across the oak table, watching this time-killing drama with his scarlet eyes.

With each seemingly unintentional stroke, the man crawling on the ground in agony would suffer more.

Regulus, who was standing at the back of the crowd, lowered his eyes to avoid looking at the tragic scene, his hands hanging by his side trembling slightly.

Just as Wenxiu Lord once mentioned in the letter, there are many ways to make a family prosperous, and there is definitely more than one path.

But it is obvious that Voldemort is trampling on the pure-blood nobles, exercising his power in the name of leading them back to glory, and leading everyone down a dead end that will never succeed.

And his family has long been firmly tied to this pirate ship.

If one wants to cut off ties completely, he will have to bear a great risk of backlash. Even if Voldemort does not lead the Death Eaters to exterminate the Black family, the family will be seriously injured. It is probably better to maintain the status quo.

Feeling chills all over his body, Regulus stood there swaying, feeling extremely fortunate that he had met Wenxiu Lord so early on.

Otherwise, he would probably fall into an even greater abyss of no return.

Just like the person in the crowd who is being tortured like a worm, how sad and pitiful he is that even death can be said to be a relief.

"Stop it, don't fill this room with a bad smell."

Tom Riddle raised his hand and spoke softly. After casting a few spells, the original smell of blood, excrement and vomit in the room disappeared instantly.

"Crucio."

A light Cruciatus fell on Rabastan Lestrange, followed by the low, displeased voice of Tom Riddle.

"This is your punishment for making Wen Xiu uncomfortable. Take him away."

The pain of soul-tearing was fleeting, and Rabastan fell to the ground, and was quickly pulled into the crowd by Rodolphus Lestrange.

Wenxiu Lord, who was sitting next to Tom Riddle, watched everything happen with displeasure.

When his eyes swept over the half-blood wizard on the ground who was already unconscious and somewhat stupid, his pupils trembled slightly for a moment, and then he pretended to be indifferent and smiled as he held the cold hand of the person beside him.

"Thank you, Voldy. What are you going to do with this man? Are you going to kill him and throw him into Diagon Alley like before?"

Tom Riddle answered easily, wrapping Wenxiu Lord's slender hand in his palm.

"Of course not. This is a bug from the Ministry of Magic. I will return it to the Ministry after crushing it. Damn the Order of the Phoenix. If it weren't for their recent disruptions, how dare these rubbish from the Ministry of Magic jump in front of me?"

The gentle gaze directed at Wenxiu Lord turned cold and gloomy after talking about the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix.

Tom Riddle looked around at the demoralized Death Eaters present, and when he noticed Regulus with his head down in the crowd, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness had bared its fangs.

"I forgot that there is a brother of a great rebel in the Order of the Phoenix here. Regulus, step forward."

Hearing the voice calling out, Regulus's breath was choked and the soft flesh on both sides of his mouth was bitten hard.

During this pause of one or two seconds, the room was eerily silent.

"I don't like to say things twice. For Wen Xiu's sake, Regulus, I'll give you one last chance. Come to me."

A low voice sounded, three degrees colder than before. Tom Riddle waved his hand slightly, and his wand was pointed at Regulus at some point.

After he finished speaking, Regulus moved. He walked out of the crowd that had made way for him and came in front of Tom Riddle. He lowered his eyes and stared at the tip of his shoes which were covered with a layer of dust from his hurried journey that morning.

Seeing his submissive appearance, Tom Riddle snorted coldly and put away his wand.

"Tell me what was on your mind that caused you to forget to follow my orders. Or did the mere mention of your brother cause you to lose focus?"

All eyes focused again, and everyone was waiting for Regulus' answer.

He quickly knelt on one knee, "My Lord. Sirius, the traitor, has been expelled from the Black family, and I will not acknowledge that I have such a brother. I failed to obey your orders in time, but..."

Regulus activated the brain-blocking technique, took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and continued with a desperate look.

"It's just that the man looked so disgusting and tragic that I was frightened for a moment."

For a moment, the room was filled with an even longer and eerie silence.

"Ha." As the first laugh came out, the Death Eaters around could no longer restrain themselves and laughed out loud.

"The heir of the Black family is nothing special. He can be scared so easily."

"After all, he's still a child whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, tsk tsk."

"I don't know if I'll be scared to go to St. Mungo's if I see something worse next time."

"Hahaha."

Laughter rang out one after another. Wenxiu Lord looked at the silent Regulus worriedly. His silver-gray eyes were now icy and he cast a spell to shut those guys up.

"It's really noisy."

A large number of Death Eaters knelt down in silence, the two men's clasped hands tightened, and Tom Riddle suddenly felt dissatisfied.

His eyes moved downward, he slowly lowered his head, let go of Wenxiu Lord's hand, stood up and walked to Regulus.

"My loyal child, get up, this is not your fault."

Trouser legs brushed past each other in his sight. "Yes." Regulus stood up, raised his eyes and smiled at Wenxiu Lord who was looking at him worriedly, then turned around and followed Tom Riddle.

The two men stood in front of the man with weak breathing, and Tom Riddle played with the wand in his hand and spoke softly.

"In order to restore the glory of pure blood, I led everyone to start a revolution in this magical world. And the person in front of us is one of the obstacles on the road to our great revolution."

"On our way to success, he boasted that the theory of no nobility is the general trend, and even relied on his status as an Auror of the Ministry of Magic to openly oppose us. If we don't clear such obstacles and deter those who are ready to make a move, how can we succeed?"

The person in front of him walked around behind him, and his bewitching words were vague and low, drilling into his ears for a long time.

"Only when they see our methods will they be wary and afraid, and will not dare to stop us from reviving the pureblood cause."

"Now, raise your wand and prove your resolve to me with his life."

The poisonous snake slowly spat out its cold tongue and showed its fangs, tempting the person in front of it to pick the forbidden fruit leading to the abyss.