Glory To Slytherin

Ulysses stood in the distance, watching coldly.

The dementors seemed to perceive the happy atmosphere in the crowd, like fireflies in the dark, shining brightly. They took a hard breath, long and slow, like an old smoker who hadn't touched a cigarette for many years.

"What are they doing?"

Ulysses asked aloud.

"Dispose of corpses in prison."

Fudge said slowly, "There are often people dying in the prison, and they are responsible for dragging the body to the mass grave behind the prison."

"Ulysses, I must remind you that no matter what your purpose is here... no one can maintain normality under the dementor's consumption. No one can guarantee what the state of your distant relatives is now. ."

Fudge raised his head and glanced at Ulysses, reminding him. Seeing that Ulysses' expression hadn't changed much, he didn't say more.

After walking through a long black metal corridor, Ulysses entered a pure white cell.

Fudge and the Aurors stayed outside, not interested in going in with him. As long as Ulysses doesn't kill the people inside or help them escape, then they will be too lazy to be nosy.

The cell was extremely tidy, with only one woman confined in a chair by magic, sitting motionless.

Her bone frame was wrapped in a layer of skin, her skin was extremely dry, and her haggard face was staring with two dull black eyes. Her dirty, dusty hair fell to the ground, and if she could not vaguely see her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing, no one would have thought that she was still alive.

"Bellatrix?"

Ulysses stood in front of her, his eyes calm, and asked lightly.

"Who are you?"

Bella suddenly raised her head, and under her scattered long hair, a pair of crazy and paranoid eyes shot straight at Ulysses, and said in a hoarse voice.

"My name is Ulysses Lestrange and I am from France."

Ulysses met her sharp gaze, her tone of voice calm.

"Ha ha……"

Bella squeezed a malicious sneer from her throat, and looked at Ulysses with contempt. "France? The descendant of the despicable betrayer?"

Ulysses raised his eyebrows and said quietly:

"It seems that you have a deep prejudice against the French family."

"bias?"

She seemed to have heard some joke, showing a silent smile comparable to a female ghost, and said viciously, "Little Brother, go back and ask Adams to see if he has confessed to what he did back then."

Ulysses looked at her quietly, and Bella stared at her without flinching.

After looking at each other for a long time, Ulysses suddenly said:

"Hungry?"

"what……"

Bella said in amazement, but his eyes changed a little with what Ulysses took out.

Crispy roasted turkey appeared on the floor, as well as sandwiches, grilled sausages, orange juice...

"What happened back then? I want to hear your own words. I think it's reasonable to trade these foods."

Ulysses tapped the food on the ground on his toes and said with a smile.

"Deal. I can't move, you take it."

Bella nodded without hesitation.

Ulysses thought for a while, picked up a sandwich, put it to Bella's mouth, saw her like a mad dog, opened her chapped mouth, took a bite, and took a whole sandwich in a few hours. Belly.

"continue……"

She was panting, and only the grilled sausage in Ulysses's eyes was in her eyes. She stuck out her tongue, rolled up the sausage and put it in her mouth, while opening her mouth, trying to bite Ulysses' wrist with her yellow and black teeth.

"Do you even eat human flesh...That's fine, but it would be impolite to want to eat my flesh?"

Ulysses frowned and said coldly.

"How do you think I survived? Do you rely on the food provided by the dementors? Then I will have to die in it in less than half a year."

She smiled disapprovingly, "Your meat looks tender and smooth. It must taste better than those corpses..."

"Those wizards with lighter crimes, dementors are not easy to kill directly, so they are sent to my cell, I eat their flesh and blood, dementors suck their souls...this is the tacit understanding between me and them. "

Ulysses felt that he still knew too little about this ghost place, but he still had that cold expression on his face, and said aloud:

"I'm not interested in what happened to you in prison. Can you start talking after you finish eating?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

After eating the food, Bella seemed to have recovered a bit of strength, and her laughter was much stronger. She looked at Ulysses sarcastically, shaken off the tears that had flowed from her laughter, and said mockingly, " Why did Adams let you such a naive kid come to see me? Believe even the most fragile verbal agreement? You should learn more from him in this regard..."

"Want to break the contract? What a pity."

Ulysses didn't seem to be surprised. He shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I was given a forgetting agent in those foods. After a while, part of your memory will slowly be lost. Well... if you forget your memories with Voldemort. It would be a pity, after all, that is a very rare memory..."

"What did you say?"

Bella's laughter stagnated, and the mocking expression on her face immediately stiffened, and then he was as vicious as a ghost, saying word by word:

"How dare you call him by his first name? How dare you erase the memory related to him? How dare you..."

"Of course I dare."

Ulysses interrupted her, showing a bright smile, but Bella's eyes were extremely dazzling, "You still have a few minutes to consider whether you should honestly follow the agreement..."

Bella stared at him, her eyes softened a little after a while, and she said hoarsely:

"Well, you won. I have been in Azkaban for twelve years. I am the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord. I have suffered so much. He will remember... He will reward me and praise me... "

"I am tortured for the Lord's sake, I am all for him! When I think of this, I can't help but tremble all over, every cell is excited... That is a kind of joy from the bottom of my heart, every time I take my soul When I was torturing, I imagined that my master was ravaging me... I can't imagine how he would look like after he disappeared from my memory."

"Very... an alternative confession, but I think you still say hurry up, everyone doesn't have much time."

Ulysses said blankly. It can be seen that in Azkaban's life for more than ten years, this woman's spirit has reached the brink of division.

"Twenty years ago, the owner was one of the highest leaders of the Abyss Organization, and the strength was also the strongest... Maybe you don't know what the Abyss Organization is, but that doesn't matter."

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