"Bang"

Outside the destroyed Malfoy Manor, at the entrance of the valley covered with smoke, Merlin threw the dying mad witch to the ground.

After being filled with 5 bottles of healing potions in succession, Bellatrix Lestrange is still in a bad condition.

After all, she had just suffered a tactical missile explosion head-on.

Although there are various magical means to protect yourself, how can you survive the attack that destroys everything without paying some price?

"Wake up."

Merlin squatted down and patted the witch's dirty face with her black gloves.

When Merlin made the "Dementor Kiss" touched the witch's skin, she was almost unconscious and seemed to have seen the real hell, and her chaotic eyes suddenly widened.

But the next moment, before she could make a sound, her burned neck was snatched by Merlin's fingers.

Perhaps because of the double-edged sword-like effect of the glove of "Dementor Kiss", Merlin's expression and actions seemed much colder than normal under the surge of negative emotions.

It was like the part of the darkness in the soul that was finally exposed.

"Ah, ah"

She let out two whimpers, her eyes full of fear and pain, and was strangled by Merlin, and she could no longer speak.

This crazy witch who was previously arrogant and this abuser who was injured and covered with the blood of innocent people has never been so embarrassed since he was born.

"Hermione told me that you have been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than a decade."

Merlin pinched her neck, and he looked at the pain in front of him with a calm and cold look, and he whispered:

"Then you should be familiar with the abilities of dementors"

He raised his wrist, looked at the time, and then looked out for a moment. He turned around and said to the witch who was being swallowed up little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little:

"We may have more than ten minutes left. I can bring a body back or hand you over to the Order of the Phoenix. Maybe they will save your life. I mean, what to choose is up to you."

He saw complex emotions in the eyes of the crazy Death Eater Bellatrix.

There is hatred, fear, anger, pain, and madness, but there is also a trace of unconcealed nostalgia and worry.

This witch is not as cruel and ruthless as she acts. Apart from her morbid attachment to Voldemort, she must have something else in this world that she cannot let go.

Perhaps on weekdays, those emotions that Death Eaters consider as weak can be well hidden, but now, at the moment of dying and at the most vulnerable moment of life, that emotion can no longer be concealed.

"What do you want from me?"

Bellatrix leaned against the still hot stone, and she breathed hard. Her condition was too bad. Magic could no longer protect her. Even breathing the air filled with smoke would make her feel pain.

Merlin took off the necklace left by Carol from her neck, placed it on Bellatrix's neck, and tapped it lightly.

The next moment, the survival mask generated by Kerry Technology was buckled on Bellatrix's face, and after the bad air was isolated, her expression became much more comfortable.

Merlin squatted before her eyes, and he looked at the witch, and he said:

"I was going to find something from Voldemort after killing him. But I heard that you are one of his most trusted followers and you are very close, so I guess you also know some secrets that others don't know."

"Where is Voldemort's Horcrux?"

Merlin asked coldly.

This question did not seem to exceed Bellatrix Lestrang's thinking and imagination, and she let out a low laugh, like the whimper of a beast when it was dying.

She glanced at Merlin, then closed her eyes, looking like she was waiting for death.

Apparently, she knew what the Horcrux meant to her beloved Voldemort, and she would rather die than reveal the secret to Merlin.

And Merlin can understand her meaning.

He stood up and patted the dust on his arms. He looked at the witch under his feet. He reached out and took off his glasses and pointed at his ember-like eyes. He said to Bellatrix Lesterlanch, who had closed his eyes and waited for death.

"These eyes come from the darkness. It can tell me a lot of things that ordinary eyes cannot see. You may feel that your twisted love for Voldemort can help you overcome your fear of death, but that is not possible. Poor Bellatrix."

Merlin bent down, like a bow, and he whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Double minutes ago, when I first saw you, I discovered your 'little secret'."

"Oh"

Bellatrix Lestrange let out a disdainful hum. She seemed to think Merlin was just cheating her.

Merlin's expression did not change, he still said in that soft voice:

"A normal person, I mean, the vitality of a normal wizard is like a rolling river, which flows in the body in a faster, smoother and larger way under the power of magic. My eyes can see the changes in vitality and thus judge the health of that person."

"Witch, your vitality is abnormal and full on the surface, and there is an abnormal weakness, like a river dividing a trickle of streams. I have seen this before, and I know what it means."

Merlin was like talking about a riddle. After a few seconds, he spoke the answer in a lighter voice.

"You just gave birth, right?"

"If I guess correctly, it should be a few days ago. I want to congratulate you, ma'am, your pure-blooded wizard bloodline has someone to follow."

Bellatrix Lesterlanch's closed eyes opened immediately at this moment. She waved her hand wildly in a fierce manner, grabbing Merlin like a cat.

She made a fierce and weak cry, like a female beast trying to protect her cub.

Her biggest secret was revealed!

"Bang"

Merlin's right hand with black gloves buckled her around the neck of the struggling Bellatrix. He lifted her into the air. He tilted his head and looked at the witch who was struggling in front of him, and he said:

"Your child is not in the manor, right? Otherwise, you will fight me desperately when you wake up. What a lucky child, he was sent away the moment before the catastrophe."

Merlin let out a strange chuckled, and his eyes looked at the crazy witch in front of him without any emotion, and he said:

"Tell me, all the secrets about Horcrux, I promise you that I will keep the secret of that child's existence, you see, exchange them, which is reasonable, right?"

He let go of his fingers, and the extremely weak Bellatrix Lestrange fell to the ground.

She lay on the ground, whimpering in pain, no longer had the madness and indifference she had when she was a senior Death Eater.

She longs to lose feelings for everything in the world like her master and lover, but the motherhood originates from the woman's soul, so that she can still maintain love in her heart in the end

What can defeat your mind the most is never fear, but love.

"You should think about your child."

Merlin squatted down, stretching out his glove-free left finger and lifting Bellatrix Lesterlanch's stained chin. He looked at the evil woman disfigured by the flames in front of him, and he whispered:

"Who is he, or her father? Let me guess, Voldemort, right? The madman who claimed to conquer death and overpower everything ended up revealing his desire for beasts. Is there really love between him and you? Forget it, I don't care about this."

"Think about it, Voldemort and your child, if the secret of his or her life is revealed, how would she spend her life?"

Merlin sighed and said:

"I have never been a father, but I can probably guess that the best gift a mother can give her child in this life is a pure and paper-like starting point. What kind of life do you want to give your child? Ms. Bellatrix, we have a few minutes left, so why don't you think about it carefully."

"Stop talking!"

Bellatrix Lestrang almost screamed and interrupted Merlin's words. The gentle voices, like a knife, pierced her heart hard.

Perhaps in the past moments, these words could not shake her cold will and crazy spirit, but at this moment, in her most vulnerable moment, these voices and words made her soul restless.

Is it the dark devil you choose your master and the one you are attached to?

Or choose your own child, your only close relative?

For a mother, this issue probably doesn't need to be considered.

"Bang"

Bellatrix struggled to remove the blackened ring from his fingers and threw it to Merlin.

She said with a dead face:

"Everything you want is there, but I don't know everything. I can only tell you that Voldemort's Horcrux has been destroyed by you, Banaji, the Great Snake, that is one of his Horcruxes. Now he has only 2 Horcruxes left."

"Kill me."

Bellatrix Lestrange leaned weakly against the stone behind her, and she said in a low voice:

"I betrayed my faith, I betrayed my master, I am a coward who is not worthy of living. You have got what you want, now, give me the death I want don't let me fall into the hands of the Order of the Phoenix. When I see them, I want to vomit."

"Don't do that, ma'am."

Merlin looked at the ring in his hand. It was a very exquisite alchemy creature. Its emerald decoration seemed to store some information. This was the way some wizards who did not trust paper kept their diaries.

He took off the ring and the Dementor's Kiss gloves and put them in his pocket. He pulled out his wand and shone the dark red light at the top of the wand, and he said to Bellatrix Lestrange:

"Although you are most likely to be locked up in Akazban, spending the second half of your life alone and miserably to repent of your past sins. But what do you mean? Live strongly, ma'am."

A trace of pity flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he said softly:

"Maybe, you will see your child again."

"No! Kill me! Kill me!"

Bellatrix Lesterlanch saw Merlin's wand dancing, and she guessed what Merlin was going to do. She shouted with her last strength and begged for death.

But the next moment, a magic flew out from Merlin's wand and landed on her scarred body.

"obliviate!(Forgetful Spell)"
To be continued...