"I have a question to ask Mr. Death Eater. How can I pry your mouth open?"
Gretel squatted in front of Selwyn, rubbing his chin and asked.
However, Selwyn's appearance was indeed a little disgraceful, with his head upside down and stuck in pine needles.
The clothes on his left arm had long been completely torn off by Gretel.
Initially, Grete was still confused as to who was this worthless person who actually attacked him, an underage wizard.
While searching for the loot, the Dark Mark on Selwyn's left arm solved his doubts.
Selwyn didn't intend to be adamant, he just wanted to quickly tell Gretel the order he accepted in order to seek a glimmer of hope for survival.
"I know that you Death Eaters are very strict with your mouth. After all, you are die-hard loyalists of the Dark Lord. So, try the methods that you Death Eaters commonly use?
Cut out the bones~"
Gretel will not be merciful to people like this who want his own life.
Moreover, he believed that the dear Dark Lord would definitely not attack him, at least not now.
Just like he believes that as long as there is a chance, the Dark Lord will never give up and make a comeback.
Therefore, there must be something hidden here. That poor werewolf had a look of disbelief on his face until he died.
The disbelief was not for him, but for this fellow Death Eater on the ground whom he had trusted for three months.
Selwyn never knew that the Cruciatus Curse could be so painful.
No wonder he could easily get the information he wanted from other wizards when he interrogated them in the past.
The feeling that he couldn't live but couldn't die made him feel that death was the best destination.
From the skin, from the bone marrow, from every inch of the body, it rushes crazily to the brain, as if all the organs are wailing in pain.
That kind of pain, even though the body has been petrified and imprisoned, still broke through the curse, and the whole person could not stop twitching.
Fortunately, the curse did not last long.
It only lasted a second, but it felt like he had just walked out of hell.
When the Cruciatus Curse stopped, he wanted to beg, but his imprisoned body did not give him this chance.
There was only one thought in his mind, no wonder the Dark Lord asked them to kidnap the people back.
This is a born dark wizard, a more qualified dark wizard than all of them.
Even the cruelest Death Eater would not have been able to cast the Unforgivable Curse so smoothly when he was Gretel's age.
The Unforgivable Curse requires, in addition to the necessary gestures and spells, a strong personal will added to the spell.
What the Death Curse requires is strong killing intent. If it lacks killing intent, it will not even be as good as a splitting spell.
The same goes for the Cruciatus Curse, which is not a spell that ordinary people can cast.
In addition to requiring extremely high magical realm and magical energy.
What's more, when casting a spell, the caster needs to have the will to cause the other person pain and feel happy because of it, in order to cast the spell successfully.
Moreover, the stronger this will, the greater the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse.
Selwyn can be sure that his Cruciatus Curse is definitely not as effective as Gretel's spell.
In Selwyn's horrified eyes, Gretel used the Cruciatus Curse again.
"Cut out the bones~"
Stopping for a second, seeing Selwyn's expression of pain, Gretel stopped the spell again.
"No, if you transform it like this, all emotions will be transformed into the perverted pleasure required by the Cruciatus Curse.
If the mood swings violently when casting a spell, it will make the person crazy in an instant, and it needs to be changed.
Set a threshold and control the transformed emotions within a certain range."
Gretel was writing as he spoke. After a while, he put away his notes. The Cruciatus Curse? Type 2 is newly released.
"Cut out the bones~"
Selwyn's expression was obviously much calmer this time, at least he didn't break free from the confinement spell temporarily due to pain.
Although, for Selwyn, this kind of pain is still unbearable, the only difference may be that it has changed from the eighteenth level of hell to the tenth level.
At this moment, Selwyn didn't want to think about whether he could survive at all. He just wanted Gretel to give him a happy life, and he just wanted to stop torturing him for fun.
In his mind, Gretel's image had changed from an ordinary first-year wizard to a cruel pervert.
In fact, when Gretel discovered that the wand could no longer resist the Dark Curse, Gretel tried the Cruciatus Curse on the golem.
According to the feedback provided by the golem, the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse is not even as painful as a direct strike with his wand.
Among the memory legacy left by Professor Tom, he only taught him how to cast spells.
He was not taught how to use an ordinary person's three views to enhance the power of the Cruciatus Curse.
Finally, I found the solution by chance in a thrift store on Market Street.
It was an old magic doll that carried the childhood memory of an unknown wizard. It had a magic spell on it that could absorb sadness and turn it into happiness.
By analyzing this curse, Gretel successfully changed the Cruciatus Curse into a version that suited him.
Perhaps even Professor Fu could not have imagined that Gretel could be such a genius.
Selwyn could never have imagined that he now wanted to die, just to get rid of the fate of continuing to be the experimental subject of this perverted wizard.
Endless experiments until his spirit became somewhat trance-like.
Gretel realized that he did not yet have the blockade action on Selwyn and the curse of the mouthpiece.
"All curses come to an end."
Even if he is mentally embarrassed, his face still looks calm and calm.
Feeling that his body had regained freedom, Selwyn's eyes were full of surprise.
But looking at the two wands held in Gretel's hands, he gave up the idea of escape in despair.
Tell me your origins in detail.
Only then did Grete realize how determined Professor Tom was to win over him.
In order to die quickly, Selwyn confessed his malice towards Gretel and also explained the reason why the werewolf Fenrir lost control.
After all, Gretel was not a psychopath. After getting the information he wanted, he sent away this vicious and cruel Death Eater with a death curse.
Clean the battlefield and clean up the traces of battle.
"Clear water is like a spring."
A fountain of water from the wand extinguished the embers left by the blazing fire.
Cleaning the battlefield is a virtue.
Gretel weighed the money bag in his hand and praised that he was indeed a pure blood of the Twenty-Eight Holy Family, and he was rich.
As for the werewolf in the distance, Gretel did not choose to search for it.
It's not that I don't like it, I'm just worried that I won't be infected with the werewolf virus.
Besides, with his appearance looking like ragged clothes, there is no need to search for it.
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"Groot, hide it in your pocket. You may not feel comfortable next."
The key to the door from Braeston back to London is a tin can fixed on the ground that is so old that no one wants it.
Wizards have always protected portkeys like this, sometimes it's a broken boot, sometimes it's just a rotten wooden stake.
Anyway, just try not to attract the attention of Muggles as much as possible.
Grete prepared himself mentally, held a bottle of demulcent prepared in advance, and plucked up the courage to walk up.
Even though he was prepared in advance, Gretel still sat down on the ground dizzy.
After forcing himself to drink the demulcent, Gretel raised his wand.