Tom Riddle... was the former name of the Dark Lord, but he abandoned this name half a century ago and changed it to Voldemort.
Therefore, few people know about it.
But as the most ardent believer of the Dark Lord, Bellatrix certainly knew that. She stared at the boy in front of her with a pair of crazy black eyes, who was at most thirteen or fourteen years old, and said:
"Who are you?!"
Luofu smiled brightly and said: "I have the same name as Voldemort, and I am also called Tom. Of course, you can also call me master... I can afford it."
"Are you worthy of being called this name?!"
Bellatrix was furious. She opened her mouth, which had not brushed her teeth for more than ten years, and spit out a large mouthful of foul-smelling spit.
But the spit did not fall on the boy. Instead, it flew halfway, suddenly returned along the original path, and hit Bellatrix's own dirty face.
Luo Fu smiled and said with a very unbeatable expression: "You are so eager to seek death?
The young man squeezed Bellatrix's neck tightly, exerted force with his five fingers, and lifted it up. The woman's body was suddenly suspended in the air.
The toes of her feet, which were quite high off the ground, were trembling violently. She slapped his strong arms in vain with both hands, and her face turned from red to purple.
When Bellatrix was about to suffocate, Rolf let go and the woman fell to the ground, gasping for air. She retreated to the corner of the cell, away from the boy.
Bellatrix bit her lip with yellowed teeth, bleeding, and said fiercely:
"Don't let me out, otherwise I will definitely kill you..."
Rolf's arms suddenly stretched several meters like rubber. His palm passed through the iron fence, reached in front of Bellatrix, and slapped her hard.
The woman's cheeks immediately became red and swollen.
"If you dare to say one more thing," Luofu sneered, "I'll give you another slap in the face."
This was the first time Bellatrix was slapped, which made her feel extremely humiliated, and her eyes were filled with sickly bloodshot eyes.
"The Dark Lord will come to save me... when the time comes, all of you will die!"
Luofu slapped her again, and now both her cheeks turned red.
The young man retracted the arm transformed by the magic of the bird and snake, narrowed his cold eyes, and sneered:
"The only reason why I don't kill you is because there are people out there waiting to seek revenge from you...Bellatrix, you have to live a good life and don't die in Azkaban."
Rove turned around and walked towards Kingsley, who had already left the cell and was standing waiting not far away. Kingsley did not speak and quietly led the young man out of this level of the prison.
Of course he would not stop Rolf from teaching Bellatrix a lesson. After all, many Aurors he knew had died at the hands of these Death Eaters.
He hated these people even more.
Bellatrix lay on the ground, staring at the young man's figure, as if she wanted to keep him in her heart.
After leaving the prison at the bottom, Rove followed Kingsley into a steep and rugged stone path.
Most of it is naturally formed, but from time to time there are carved steps to make climbing easier.
The surrounding area is surrounded by steep rock walls that have been eroded by thousands of years of weathering and rain. In some places, the rocks show strange and strange shapes, which is very strange.
After walking for a long time, the tunnel suddenly became wider.
A forest of towering pines and cypresses was revealed, and the ground was covered with a layer of fallen needles and dotted with pine cones.
At the entrance, there were two Dementor guards standing. Kingsley stepped forward to negotiate with them for a moment, and after receiving permission, he led Rolf into the forest.
The two walked through the green shadows, pushing aside countless stretching branches. Even the air seemed to be gray-green and silent.
At the end of the forest, a lake appeared. The water was extremely clear, as clear as a mirror, and it exuded a hazy, soft light.
Luofu stood by the lake. He stretched out his hand to pick up a handful of water and found that the lake water was as warm as tears, but it had no salty taste. It tasted of earth, plants and life.
This is the lake where Dementors were born. Rolf heard Newt mention it, so he was very curious, so he asked Fudge to come and investigate.
At this moment, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of the lake, and extremely tiny stars were faintly visible, like a rotating galaxy.
Along with the sound of "gurgling", gurgling bubbles emerged from the whirlpool, and then, a tall and majestic creature suddenly emerged.
The creature looked exactly like the wizard, but was tall, three meters tall.
It also looked so handsome that Rolf couldn't tell for a while whether it was a boy or a girl.
The creature's hair was dotted with silvery dark gold, and its skin was crystal clear and glowing, like a gem.
The creature was also wearing a robe, with countless words engraved on its surface. The words were like golden rivers, exuding a holy atmosphere.
Seen from a distance, it is bathed in light and looks like a god.
But this situation only lasted for a few seconds. After leaving the lake and being exposed to the air, it began to rot and decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The handsome cheeks are covered with uneven pits, the eye sockets are hollow, there is a big hole in the mouth, and the arms are covered with gray scabs...
It turned into the Dementor that Rolf was familiar with!
The whole process looks very similar to those corpses that have been preserved intact in tombs for thousands of years. When exposed to fresh air, the corpses quickly oxidize.
The newly born Dementor smelled the breath of happiness, hid its face under the same rotten cloak, and then rushed straight towards Rolf and Kingsley.
Kingsley raised his wand, pointed it at the dementors, and shouted: "Calling the Guardians!"
A silver lynx emerged from the tip of the staff. It fell lightly behind and hit the dementor.
"Rolf, don't wander around here... I will drive it out and will be back soon." Kingsley ran away quickly.
Luofu nodded and continued to squint at the lake, waiting to see if he would see a second Dementor.
At this moment, the young man was attracted by something on the other side of the lake. He got up and flew over. When he got closer, his eyes suddenly widened.
It turned out to be the corpse of a wizard, with twisted limbs and swollen body. The soaked cloak was hanging on a rotten log. There was also a box tied to the ankle of the corpse.
Rove waved his magic wand, transferred the body to his box, and returned to the shore.
After Kingsley returned, Rolf returned to the first floor with him without mentioning the body.
Fudge had been waiting in the lobby for a while. After he saw Luo Fei, he took a breath and said with a smile: "After reading, let's go back quickly."
Luofu looked at Fudge, who was looking happy, and asked curiously: "Mr. Minister, what happened?"
"The dementor lost near Hogsmeade..." Fudge said with a smile on his face:
