Unforgivable Curse?

Eredin rolled his eyes and wanted to look at Voldemort, to see what expression was on his face.

Voldemort explained: "The Imperius Curse makes a person completely loyal to me."

Eredin could not see Voldemort, he was too close to him, his eyes turned and his gaze returned to the navigator. He still stood quietly, motionless, with a normal expression.

No wonder he betrayed me in such a short time.

It was magic...

Manipulating people's minds can also ensure the self-awareness of those being manipulated.

Voldemort went on: "There are three Unforgivable Curses. Should I introduce you to the remaining two?"

The words are interrogative sentences.

But he flicked his wand at the navigator and uttered the spell in a cheerful tone: "Crucio!"

The man fell down in agony, and lay on the ground, twisted like a hemp rope, wailing in agony, feeling that life was worse than death.

The blood disappeared from his face in the blink of an eye.

Eredin's expression remained unchanged. He was not the kind of boy who would be afraid just because of watching a torture.

After just a few seconds, Voldemort withdrew his wand and glanced at Eredin's eyes.

He smiled and continued, "The last one is my favorite spell and also the most powerful one."

"Killing Curse."

"No matter who it is, if they are hit, no matter where in the body they are hit, they will die."

Eredin looked at the navigator.

Voldemort raised his wand high: "Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed.

The person who was still twitching on the ground suddenly stopped moving and lay quietly on the ground, losing all breath of life.

Eredin remained unmoved.

"I like the look in your eyes," Voldemort said softly, "but why don't you make a comment?"

He paused and smiled faintly, "Oh, by the way, I forgot that your mouth was sealed by magic."

He waved his wand.

The whole room was enveloped in magic.

At the same time, Eredin felt his tongue regain its freedom: "What do you want to do, Voldemort?"

I was able to turn my head, raise it and look at him.

"Eredin, you are not worthy to sit on the throne of king." Voldemort said softly, looking at the chair he sat on.

Eredin sneered: "You want to enslave me?"

"No, don't say that." Voldemort shook his head, "I am not that kind of cruel person."

"Friend, do you know this word?"

"I hope we can be friends."

Having said this, he waved his wand lightly, and Eredin's hands rose up uncontrollably, with his sleeves rolled up until they stopped at his shoulder blades.

"I will leave you proof of my friendship." Voldemort pointed his wand against his skin.

Eredin couldn't help but gasp.

A burning pain invaded his entire arm, like a branding iron imprinting it. When he moved his head over, a tattoo was imprinted on his skin. The skull was swallowing and spitting out a snake, vividly, and when it caught his gaze, the snake even flicked its tongue in greeting.

"Well, make a choice." Voldemort pulled back his wand and said with a smile, "Be my friend, or..."

People are under the eaves.

Eredin thought for a while and nodded slowly: "I think we can become..."

"Look me in the eyes," interrupted Voldemort.

Eredin paused, raised his head with difficulty, and the two men looked at each other: "I am willing, Voldemort, to be your friend."

Voldemort shook his head. "No, you are not being honest at all."

"I don't see any sincerity in your eyes."

Eredin said nothing.

Voldemort raised his wand regretfully: "Too bad, it seems you don't want to be my friend."

Telepathy!

His eyes were filled with a misty light, invading Eredin's brain and browsing his memories.

Copy and paste them into your own brain.

"What do you want to do?" Eredin questioned. He felt his brain being invaded. Thinking of the records about the "Forgetfulness Spell" in the magic book provided by Crouch, his tone was a little flustered.

Voldemort said nothing, but just smiled at him.

Once you forget, everything is empty!

His memory was completely wiped.

Fainted!

He slumped down in his chair and fell into a deep sleep.

With a wave of the wand, a strand of his hair was cut off and flew into his hand.

Voldemort took out a bottle of potion and put his hair into it. It rolled and bubbled, turning into a dark ruby ​​color, deep and pure.

He took a sip and swallowed it.

The taste is as burning as whiskey, irritating the throat and stomach.

Eredin tastes good.

His body began to twist and deform, and in the blink of an eye, he completely turned into Eredin.

Voldemort glanced at the clothes he was wearing, and with a wave of his wand, the robes became exactly the same as the exquisite salute.

At this moment, he is the King of the Wild Hunt.

He extended his wand and cast another spell at Eredin.

Shrink quickly!

The unconscious body of the former King of the Wild Hunt shrank and in the blink of an eye solidified to the size of a thumb. Voldemort took out a small bottle and stuffed him in it - he was reluctant to kill Eredin now, as the Polyjuice Potion still needed him.

There was another body on the ground.

Voldemort looked over.

He looked again at the door that was sealed by magic.

While thinking, he waved his wand, and the corpse on the ground twisted and turned into another person, who was vaguely similar to his original appearance - the father who gave birth to him. There were several more wounds on his body, on his abdomen and chest, and the most fatal sword cut his throat.

The furnishings in the room were flying around randomly, pretending to be a fight.

Finally, he unleashed the magic.

Clang——

The door was knocked open.

A team of Wild Hunt Knights rushed in, and they realized something was wrong the moment the magic blocked the house.

"So impatient." Voldemort imitated Eredin's tone.

The knights bowed their heads: "Lord Eredin."

"A thief disguised himself and tried to assassinate me." Voldemort said softly, "You guys deal with the body."

The knights responded.

Voldemort paused, then continued, "Go tell Gale that the ally cannot be trusted. He is an ambitious person with no ability. However, there has been a breakthrough in the research of White Frost. Now I need manpower to conquer that world."

"Take the method to save our Ain'El into your hands."

Gael is the leader of the Elf King City of Ain'El, a talented conductor, and the person Eredin trusts and respects the most.

He oversees all logistics for the Wild Hunt.

The knights looked up in surprise, looking at Eredin.

It was the first time they heard the news that there was a way to deal with Bai Shuang.

Voldemort waved his hand.

The knights quickly retreated and took the body away.

After everyone left, Voldemort sat down in Eredin's seat, spread his hands and took a deep breath - is this the taste of kingship?