Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Now Mr. Vernon and Ms. Petunia are clamoring to see you. They have decided to move."

"(I guess he was pretty scared)"

"If you have time, come back."

"I just have something I want to talk to you about in person."

"Yours, Doin."

Tiffany closed the letter, stuffed it back into the envelope and handed it to Harry: "No wonder we couldn't contact her, it turns out she has been in the Muggle world."

The little girl took the letter and was a little confused: "Why don't you go find her..."

"There is a prohibition spell in Whitestone Castle." Mr. Werewolf grinned, "We are all very careful, Harry. Especially for a fairy like Doyne who often 'extracts' the property of her clients. You don't know what it means for her to invite you to Whitestone Castle as a guest - even Tiffany and I are rarely allowed."

Writing letters...or something like that, don't we have owls?

Tiffany shook her head. "I sent three letters, but no reply. We once thought they went to Hogwarts to look for you... but now it seems that's not the case."

……

It didn't take long to get back to Little Whinging from the wizarding world.

The Dursleys were in sight.

Just as Harley took out the key to open the front door, Tiffany and Manny stopped her with serious expressions.

"Something's...wrong..."

The werewolf sniffed: "I smell a stench of corruption..."

Tiffany drew out her wand. She also sensed the faint fluctuation of magic in the room - it wasn't Doin and Zales. This uncomfortable aura was probably from a dark wizard, so who was in there...

The corridor was empty, and a terrible silence hovered over the three people. There was no light or conversation, and the cold and obscure quietly wandered on the dark wooden boards, sometimes climbing up the walls like a flexible and dangerous snake; Harry clenched the wand in his hand, and just when he needed courage, the door behind him slammed shut.

The last ray of light disappeared.

Then, a shrill laugh came from far away in the living room.

It was a crazy, cold laugh that seemed to be able to extinguish a candle. The temperature in the room dropped quietly - and after another unsuccessful attempt to Apparate, Tiffany finally realized that their feet were hovering on the edge of death.

This is a trap.

It started with that letter.

"Anti-Apparition spell." Tiffany whispered to Manny. Doin had used this spell to block Rita Skeeter's escape route. So among the enemies, there must be at least one person who has the same spell attainments as Doin. Tiffany didn't dare to think about it any further. That would be a nightmare.

for example…

Where did Doin and Zales go?

Manny frowned and pointed his wand at the glass window on his left hand: "Shattered to pieces."

The red spell dissipated with a 'chi' before it even touched the window frame.

The option to escape is also marked with a red cross.

Manny took a deep breath. As the only male among the three, he had to find a way to get them away - the only way to move forward was to see who had set up this trap: maintaining this level of sealing spells and anti-apparition would require an extremely large amount of magic power.

Once the battle begins, he doesn't believe that the opponent can maintain such a stable and complete output.

Then, it will be an opportunity to escape.

"Harry, stand behind me and Tiffany." Mr. Werewolf pulled off the round white badge on his chest and held it in his left hand, while he raised his wand with his right hand. A faint light illuminated the corridor.

At this moment, the bursts of sharp laughter seemed like clusters of cold and eerie ghost fires that swayed endlessly.

Manny snorted, and he and Tiffany moved forward cautiously, one on each side.

Turn the corner.

There were five skull specimens stacked on the coffee table in the living room.

Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley.

Two left...

"--No!!"

Tiffany saw Doyne and Zales's.

They are placed right on the far left, next to each other.

"... No, no, this is not true..." The young Veela shook her head frantically, and rushed in regardless of Manny's obstruction - no sneak attack, no lighting spell. Tiffany knelt on the ground with her knees, and embraced the hideous faces of Doin and Zals in her arms.

She sobbed and howled, and her voice, which was once as loud and cheerful as a bird, became hoarse, dry, lifeless and full of sadness.

Her tears wet two smelly scalps, and Harley heard a buzzing sound.

That's a fly.

The living room does stink.

Manny stopped Harry and shone his wand around the dim living room...after a few seconds, his eyes widened.

On the corner sofa, he saw two smiling people.

They seemed to be looking at Tiffany as if they were appreciating a ballet.

The bursts of shrill laughter just now seemed to come from them as well - the man, with black hair, a handsome man leaning on a narrow sword in one hand, tall and slender; the woman, tall, with even thicker and more shiny black hair of the same color - her jaw was very developed, her lips were particularly thin, her eyelids were dark, and her eyelashes were very thick.

Manny's heart sank as he saw the woman's face clearly...

He recognized this woman, the 'horror' she had been reading in the newspapers and was passed around by word of mouth in some mixed-race circles.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

The few female Death Eaters who followed 'that person' - born in the ancient Black family that worshipped pure blood, a terrifying black witch who was naturally good at unforgivable curses.

She once killed two Aurors in a one-on-two fight, and after that man's downfall, the Ministry of Magic took great pains to send her to Azkaban.

Some cried out their innocence, some remained silent, and some went crazy.

But Bellatrix declared solemnly in front of everyone:

He will come back sooner or later.

This product of child marriage, paranoid, sadistic fanatic has cleared countless obstacles for the god she admires. Now, she is out of trouble...

Does this prove that someone who cannot be named has returned?

Sweat rolled down the sides of his nose, but Manny felt as if he was in the cold winter.

Chapter 148 Escape

There is no need to elaborate on the current situation.

Manny thought, assuming that the man was a decoration - he and Tiffany might be able to escape from Bellatrix, and it must be done as soon as possible.

"Tiffany..."

The werewolf called out to the Veela softly, trying to pull her out of her sorrow. "Tiffany."

"Oh, please don't call her that anymore. The little Veela is so sad about losing her friend—"

Bellatrix grinned exaggeratedly, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

She slowly stood up from the sofa, rolling up the strands of black hair that were curled downward.

“She’s so cute…”

She stroked Tiffany's head gently, and seeing her sobbing and helpless, the crazy Death Eater's eyes were full of pleasure.

"Your friend's head has become a breeding ground for fly eggs."

She threw her head back and laughed shrilly, dancing and gesticulating, looking frighteningly crazy.

"I am crazy. I have been locked up for fifteen years, little one." Bellatrix's cold eyes were filled with endless hatred. "I know that I will get out sooner or later, sooner or later. At that time - that is, at this time, I will pay for everything I have suffered..."

As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her voice, her tone so gentle as if she was talking to a lover who didn't exist in mid-air.

"...Of course, for my supreme master...I can endure it. Bella can endure it..." She raised her hands and pretended to touch the empty space in front of her eyes, touching and rubbing it gently with her forehead... She suddenly turned her head to look at Manny and Harley behind him, and her gentleness turned into ferocity in an instant.

"Because of you! Because of you bastard!"

Harley almost thought she was going to pounce on him any second.

“It’s all because of you—!”

Bellatrix bared her teeth and claws, and the faint light cast a larger shadow on the wall. She wanted to eat the girl in front of her alive, but for some reason, she stopped in front of the non-existent line.

She turned around breathlessly and apologized to her imaginary lover.

"I'm too excited... I should be patient, patient... great cause, your greatness... oh..." She turned into a shy, intolerant girl again. Her withered figure was soft and graceful, and two pale red spots appeared on her dry and sunken cheeks.

Her voice was a mixture of love, worship, awe and yearning: "I... I am enduring, enduring..."

She stroked the outline of the air and gently closed her eyes.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes. She turned her head and looked at Harry, and said tauntingly, "Who is this? Famous, right? Miss Harry Potter, you are admired by those ignorant wizards like a card in a beautiful box. When will they realize that you are useless?"

"Today, I guess? After your body was found in the stinking ditch."

"What are you looking at me with?! Do you think I'm crazy?"

Bellatrix's words became more and more harsh: "Wouldn't it be better to be a madman? When you die, I will peel your skin off-"

Just then, Harley spoke up.

"You are not..."

"What did you say?"

"I said you are not crazy." Harry held the wand with a calm expression: "You are just crazy, ma'am. You have never seen a real lunatic. You would never dare to act so hypocritically in front of her."

Bellatrix smiled.

"Excellent, Harry Potter. I am beginning to like you, indeed - come on, William. Kill her quickly so I can peel off her skin and present it to the master. I think he will be very pleased..."

The man on the sofa finally stood up.

He grasped the long knife with his backhand and stepped on the floor with his soles, making crisp and powerful sounds.

He came to Bella and wanted to say something to her, but the leisurely face in the shadow suddenly changed color.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room.

No one noticed that the young Veela, who had been sobbing silently with her head down, silently cut off her left hand with a silver dagger.

She imitated crying, using Doin and Zals' heads to block her view, while she kept sawing at her lower abdomen and cut off her hand.

Blood splattered all over the ground, and it kept piling up.

Blood magic.

Bellatrix, who had seen a lot as her master, thought of this word instantly.

Some secret techniques passed down.

"Of course..." Tiffany raised her head, her voice hoarse, her bright eyes full of bloodshot. Her face was as pale as her hair, sawed off, with only her left wrist sealed with a layer of charcoal.

Her blood flowed regularly on the floor to form a circular magic circle, with countless tiny runes circling inward vividly.

Manny quietly put his arm around Harley's shoulders, and as Tiffany stood up, he pushed the girl into the magic circle!

"Mr. Manny!"

Looking back, I only saw his reserved smile.

The man opened his left hand and stared at the pale white round badge on the palm of his hand. It gradually got bigger and bigger in his pupils and turned into the moon hanging high in the dark night.

He began to writhe and wail in agony, with layers of black hair growing from his arms, cheeks, and neck; his muscles expanded greatly, bursting through his clothes; his feet pierced through his leather shoes and turned into animal claws. He abandoned his wand, and his forehead was sunken, with a long wolf's kiss growing out of it.

A wolf appeared at the spot, growling fiercely at William Elliot and Bella!

Tiffany caught Harry who was pushed over with one hand - she sensed it the moment she stepped into the magic circle: here, all forbidden and closed spells can be used freely. This is the escape route opened up by Tiffany with her left hand.

"Take it and go find my grandmother. The shop in Diagon Alley."

Tiffany bit the wand and pulled a hairband with a triangular sapphire from the end of her hair. She put it into Harry's palm and pinched her face with her bloody hand.

In the moment when the two men talked, the long knife had already cut off one of the werewolf's legs.