Without waiting for Bella to say anything, Anton walked deeper into the corridor again step by step.
With every step, his upper body grew larger.
Red hair sprouted from his body, his head quickly grew longer, his mouth protruded forward, and the muscles on his arms swelled, becoming slender little by little.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Dolokhov was still laughing, when suddenly a huge wolf claw grabbed the railing in front of him.
The werewolf who was too tall to fit in the corridor bent down and his figure was reflected in the vertical boy, "Don't you want me to let you out? Okay!"
His other hand also grabbed the railing, pulled by the shoulder and back muscles that were as broad as a wall. The huge latissimus dorsi muscles seemed to be cast from strips of steel bars. With huge kinetic energy, they pulled Aziz hard. The bars of Kaban's prison.
"Gah~~~~~"
With a harsh sound, the railings twisted and stretched little by little amid Dolohov's horrified expression, and finally stretched to a distance of a full meter.
The werewolf let go of the railing with his left hand, and inserted his huge and slender arm through the gap, like digging out a bird's nest.
As fast as lightning.
In just a moment, Dolokhov was grabbed from the cell by a pinch.
Lift it so high that your head almost hits the ceiling.
"Look, I released you, thank me now!"
This werewolf was so terrifying. Dolohov had never seen such a big werewolf before. It almost filled the entire prison corridor. He screamed in fear and panic.
As the werewolf's arms tightened, he quickly shouted, "Listen to me, thank you!"
"Ho~~~~"
The huge werewolf roar blocked all his words. The huge wolf mouth was big enough to swallow him in one bite. The sharp fangs were like huge sharp knives. It made people doubt whether there would really be anything after being bitten. Chance to be infected into a werewolf.
"You threaten me? How dare you threaten me!" the werewolf roared, "apologise!"
The werewolf's huge palms clenched tightly again, and the sharp nails almost penetrated the arteries of his neck, causing Dolohov to scream in pain.
He shouted in horror, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, spare me..."
The werewolf's expression suddenly became extremely calm. Shutong stared at him and smiled slightly, "It's too late."
呲~
Countless amounts of blood spurted out from his neck.
It was like a natural water pipe being squeezed by the huge force of an excavator, and it was splashing outward crazily.
Blood splashed on the werewolf's face, on the ground, and on the Death Eaters in nearby cells. After more than ten years, the Death Eaters could finally take a good bath.
There was also a certain inexplicable warmth that made everyone tremble.
Blood was flowing on the ground, like a stream, flowing aimlessly in all directions.
How much blood does a person have?
The Muggle world says it's 5,000 milliliters.
Professor Snape said, no, that's not how blood is calculated in the wizarding world.
He had taught Anton many ways to extract blood, and one of them was particularly suitable for this idiot who had been marinated under the tickling curse for three days and three nights.
‘Spirit-rich blood’, the most high-end potion material, requires the most high-end extraction methods.
(See Chapter 68 for details)
Dolokhov's eyes, arms, internal organs, and even soul, everything will be turned into magical nutrients, all of which will be absorbed by his bones, thus producing a bathtub full of blood.
It is said that youth comes from blue and is better than blue.
Anton also made some slight improvements.
Learned from the technique of the dark magic creature Anganara, using the tickling spell to influence the opponent's emotions, summoning enough magic power, and then feeding the bones with magic power to produce blood.
"Your soul will burn..."
Anton hummed in a low voice, and the werewolf's unique vocal cords made his voice sound like a subwoofer, with a faint hint of thunder in the dullness.
"All turned into blood..."
"In the end, your blood, your bones, and everything about you will eventually be wiped out."
"I'm sorry, you bastard. I don't know if you will have a chance to go to the world of the dead after this."
"If you can't go..."
The werewolf raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered, "Then you will perish in the endless sea of blood."
Blood rich in spirit is essentially a curse.
Cursed blood should not be too common in the wizarding world.
Right.
Ga ga ga~
Peng~~
Countless blood seemed to have broken through a gap in the dam, rushing towards the prison like a bursting embankment.
"Ah~~~~"
In the prison, some people screamed in fear, and some people quickly tried to jump onto the higher iron bed, but fell tremblingly into a lake of blood and choked.
The sea of blood surged up into waves, slapping against the edge of the iron bed and splashing high red water droplets.
"Who else!"
Anton roared angrily, "Who else wants me to let it out?"
"Who else!"
Suddenly, the prison corridor was silent!
The person who screamed suddenly stopped, and the person who choked on blood covered his mouth with force and blocked his neck, not daring to make any sound to let this terrible child misunderstand.
"It's you?"
Anton turned his head and looked at the silent man August Lukewood, "Is that you?"
He walked a few more steps, looked at Bella's husband Rodolphus Lestrange, put the werewolf's head up, and smiled kindly, "Or you?"
Strange swallowed nervously and shook his head dully.
"You disgusting Death Eaters, you trash, I can kill hundreds of you without any burden on my heart."
The werewolf's pointed mouth was stuffed into the railing, and his bloodshot scarlet eyes stared at Strange, "Tell me, do you have any objections to me killing that idiot just now?"
"..."
"Ha~ So you have an opinion?"
"No, no, no!" Strange quickly shouted, trembling, "No, I have no objection, he just deserves to die!"
Yo~
Anton chuckled, slowly returned to his human form, pulled the other person's arm out from the railing, and pulled his clothes to wipe the blood from the gaps between his fingers.
Looking at him with a smile, "Then tell me, why did he die?"
Strange looked at his smile and smiled too, but the smile looked no different from crying, which was extremely ugly.
"Say!" he shouted lowly.
"He...he killed too many people. Not only that, he also tortured and abused others. It's so bad."
Anton listened carefully and nodded in agreement.
"Very good. If you know how to speak, just speak more."
"Once... once, we went to a Muggle wizard's house and were discovered by his neighbor. It could have been solved with a forgetting spell, but Dolohov didn't. He broke into the girl's house."
Anton squinted at him with danger flashing in his eyes, "Then what?"
"Then……"
Strange swallowed his saliva and tried his best to show an upright expression on his face, an expression that said, "I am sworn in with sin." "That girl has a younger brother, a mother, and a father at home.
Dolokhov used a full body binding spell to petrify his father and brother on the chairs, and then dragged the mother and the girl to the table..."
Wow~
Wow~~
There seemed to be an evil dragon living in the lake of blood, tumbling and roaring. In just a moment, high waves splashed up, and Strange's legs were stranded in the future, spreading upward bit by bit.
Anton tilted his head and looked at him, "Tell me, is this right? Ah?"
Strange's whole body became extremely stiff, his whole face was shaking, and he was about to cry, "No... it's not right."
"That you……"
Snapped!
Anton pulled the opponent's arm over, hit it against the railing, and pressed against him, staring into his eyes and staring, "Did you stop him?"
"Or are you just laughing happily and having fun?"
"No...no...no, we didn't stop it, but we didn't laugh either. Really, you have to believe it, we didn't laugh either."
Anton closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Next question, you..."
He opened his eyes suddenly and stared at Strange coldly, "Have you ever done such a thing?"
"No!"
Strange trembled and felt the sea of blood spreading up to his chest, and shouted until his voice broke, "I have never done this, really, you believe me, you believe me~~~"
"Really? I don't believe it."
"really."
Anton chuckled lightly, but there was no hint of smile in his laughter, "Give me a convincing reason why, why you wouldn't do such a thing."
"If you can't tell me, you will sink into the sea of blood."
As he spoke, the blood spread and came to Strange's neck.
Strange looked at all this with some despair and roared, "Because I am a pure-blood wizard. I cannot let disgusting blood like Muggles taint my blood. I will not touch those Muggle women."
of!"
"ha……"
Anton chuckled, his eyes became cold, he let go of his arm at will, and walked slowly in the blood lake.
"Tell me, what mistake did that family make?"
"Just because I accidentally saw you?"
"No!" Anton stared at him, "No, their fault is because they are unable to resist you bunch of rubbish. If they also had magic power, they would kill a few of you remnants when encountering such a thing. "
He was feeling unhappy now. Seeing these evil people, his mood naturally couldn't get any better.
It also reminds me of some bad memories from my past life.
What? It would be great if you become wizards.
According to this principle, you can do whatever you want to them, can I also do whatever I want to you?
At this moment, the sea of blood seemed to trigger some kind of defense mechanism in Azkaban, and loud beeps resounded throughout the island prison.
Anton curled his lips, walked forward, took his shirt and shoes from Bella's arms, stared at these people slowly, and chuckled.