Chapter 520 Yes, I Am Alphard Black

"Fritz Harriman?"

There was a creaking sound from the old iron door. The man leaning against the corner raised his head blankly. He looked in the direction of the sound. There was only an airtight brick wall on the other side. Driven countless times, only to see another brick wall behind a collapsed brick wall.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

Harriman shook his head. He finally understood why those who had wailed under his torment retained the strength to insult him until the last moment of their lives. This kind of devastation, this kind of isolation from the world can make the soul more numb, and make people lose their perception of time and everything in the world, and they are willing to huddle in a cold and humid corner and rot silently.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, maybe months? Or maybe a year? But that is obviously not important anymore. Harriman knows that the only way to survive in confinement is to keep calm, but he has already experienced auditory hallucinations. The crazy executioners who snorted in the past and didn't know how to enjoy and love at all became the same kind of people. Harriman even had the idea of ​​killing himself, but this thought made him even more depressed - these days, he is not I have never tried to end my own life in various inconceivable ways, but I have been repeatedly thwarted by this horrible room. It not only wants to destroy everything about me, but even takes away the right to end my life.

He seemed to understand why a murderous villain like him looked like a clown compared to the truly terrifying Grindelwald.

Harriman hugged his knees helplessly, covered his ears and shrank, trying his best to fill his back into the corner of the wall behind him, for fear of revealing any gaps. The pink robe on his body was still bright and bright, but in his eyes, it showed Really filthy rundown from years of incarceration.

Tom stood in front of him, silently watching the man who was driving himself crazy with his imagination, he closed the iron door behind him casually, and clapped his hands.

The basement suddenly became brighter, and the texture of the brick walls retreated rapidly like soldiers under orders. The passive but bright soft light immediately filled the entire basement, and even the blind corner of the wall behind Harriman became bright. When he got up, he felt a chill down his back, and the back of his hand lightly touched the wall. The unique cold texture of metal stimulated him, so he worked harder to roll himself up, as if to wrap himself into a sphere.

"Fritz Harriman."

Tom raised his voice, and Harriman couldn't ignore his call even if he covered his ears.

"can you hear my voice?"

Harriman raised his head slowly, but the soft light seemed so glaring to him, he kept shaking his head, kicked his legs on the ground and leaned back, muttering nonsense that Tom couldn't understand, looking like a Like a real madman.

Tom was amused by his performance, raised the corners of his mouth, and took two steps forward. Harriman was still leaning back, but it was too late to retreat. His hands were groping around, like a man who forgot how to child walking.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think about looking for a wand. Hasn't the attempt to use apparition to escape these days taught you a lesson?" Tom stretched out his hand, a dry and cracked wand that lacked maintenance Appearing at his fingertips, he waved his wand in front of Harriman's eyes, and said mockingly, "I thought you really lost your mind and went crazy, but I didn't expect that the desire to survive is so strong."

Harriman's movements froze, and he slowly raised his head. The despair brought to him by the confinement for many days had already dissipated in the instant the lights came on. As a dark wizard with many bad deeds and countless enemies, since he has been able to get away with it for so many years , How could he give up hope so simply? Even though the previous darkness and restraint were desperate enough, after confirming that this place is not really isolated from the world, his mind quickly warmed up again, but this enthusiasm was extinguished by Tom's reminder in the next second. He recalled Countless escapes in this cell - the people who imprisoned him did not limit his magical thoughts, which allowed him to try to apparate again and again, but every time he circled in place, meditating on the destination At that time, the pain that he experienced in front of the tailor shop, as if he was shot or electric shock, would follow. Every time he opened his eyes, he would find even more desperately that he was still in this place. In a damn cell.

He has confirmed that this is a prison cell, and the person who imprisoned him must have a plan. He let go of his hand and slumped against the wall. Looking at Tom's young face, he felt a little caressing in his heart, and said calmly: "Since you Lock me up, you must want something."

"Yeah, what do you want?"

Tom showed a distressed expression, which made Harriman calmer. He had seen many wizards who were young and thought they were superior to ordinary people, but their youthful arrogance often ruined themselves in the end. , these years he has chosen to attack and kill the target, it is this kind of young wizard.

Seeing Tom's inadvertent desire for something, Harriman felt that he had taken the initiative.

"It seems that you should have heard of my name, you can tell your conditions, young man," he chuckled, without the slightest sense of being a prisoner, and put on airs instead, "don't try to claim my life Prices that don't make sense, you know, those are just side giveaways."

"Is your life so worthless? Can it be used as a gift?" Tom laughed. He bent down, squatted in front of Harriman, put Harriman's wand on his chin, raised his face, and watched Looking at this clown-like mask full of powder and daisy that has become dirty due to neglect for a long time, a trace of disgust rose in his heart, but for the sake of fun, he still said patiently, "A person with a burden A villain with twenty-eight lives, is he so contemptuous of his own life?"

He lightly brushed across Harriman's face with his magic wand, and the green magic light danced on Harriman's face. While inflicting pain that penetrated his bone marrow, it also scraped off the powdery spots on his face. makeup.

Harriman appeared to be calm on the surface, but he had already thought quickly in his heart. He had killed so many people, and he had seen the faces and pleadings of all kinds of people before they died. A young man who has never met before unfolds a profile.

"This kind of sting... is the Cruciatus Curse. I am very skilled in the use of the spell, but its power is lacklustre. It can't meet the standard of the Cruciatus Curse. He has no hatred in his heart. He doesn't want to kill me, and he didn't even torture me at all. Thoughts," Harriman pondered in his mind, "he is very proficient in controlling spells. Judging by his age, he should be a student who has just graduated from school or even has not yet graduated, or the kind with good grades, Hogwarts Is it? If it is Hogwarts, it should be Slytherin. It is said that the wizards in Slytherin are all advocating blood theory and black magic. He should be a standard Slytherin. Knowledge is extremely simple to him, so he just wants to try some more powerful and terrifying power."

Tom looked at him with a smile. He hadn't seen such an interesting person for a long time. The last time he met was the stinky boy who came to Hogwarts with Ludwig but didn't become a warrior and finally blew himself up. I have forgotten the boy's name, but this stupid and unknowing manner is still impressive.

Thinking of Ludwig, he remembered again that the death of this fool was inseparable from the villain in front of him, and his heart became a little colder. Even though Harriman's underpants were about to be seen by him, he still had patience, I want to see what kind of medicine is sold in his gourd.

"I've seen a lot of pretentious guys like this," Harriman said, ignorant of Tom's thoughts, and was still doing useless brainstorming that was farther and farther away from the truth, "Slytherin's pure-blood wizard, then this The first cell should be the dungeon of a certain pure-blooded family, and only those high-ranking gentlemen like to engage in such shady and vermin-infested things. Anti-apparition spells should be set here, judging from this kid's performance Come on, he must have plotted behind his family's back and caught me. If so, then I just need to trick him into giving me the wand, and I can find a chance to hijack him. Not only can I escape, but I can also get more Good point...hehe, I have never killed the son of such a big family, so I don't know if there is a sense of nobility in the wail."

"I must warn you again, Fritz Harriman," said Tom kindly, "in this room your wand will only be a nuisance."

Harriman only regarded Tom's words as a clumsy threat, he didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to perfect his speculation: "He knows my name and my great achievements, it seems that he is a person who admires black magic but has no way to understand it. Confused, he probably admires me and wants to learn more black magic from me, so as to satisfy his desire for power... Then who should this kid be? The dungeon at home has this level of protection, Should be from a big family, Malfoy? No, it's too far away, I was assassinated in London, so his last name should be... Black!"

Harriman raised his head abruptly, and the information he had read when he set off from Prussia flashed through his mind. He took a deep breath, lowered his voice, looked at Tom out of the corner of his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Alphad Blake, I know what you want."

Tom was stunned. He didn't expect that the high talk he wasted half a day waiting for would be such a funny and crazy sentence. Although it was funny enough to please him recently, he was bored and somewhat depressed, but he felt a deep sense of being suppressed. Offended by the fool, fell into silence.

"What you want is power, isn't it? It is the power of black magic that can manipulate other people's emotions, lives, and even fate at will," Harriman watched Tom's performance with satisfaction. In his opinion, this The young man fell into panic and panic because of the exposure of his identity, but in order to make Tom not so nervous, his tone was a little more intimate, "I feel your yearning for power, you caught me, this is I am willing to share this power and glory with you, my child.

Tom didn't hear what he was saying at all, and he noticed the most important point in Harriman's thinking-he had information on almost all wizarding families in England, and it was detailed enough to deduce within a few minutes that he was Alphard, although This result is extremely funny, but he can still feel the strong malice towards Britain, which seems to be isolated from the wind and waves, from the other side of the ocean.

He was silent for a moment, then threw the wand to Harriman, nodded and said, "Yes, I am Alphard Black, you are amazing."

"If you have power and insight into people's hearts, you can become as keen as I am, young man," Harriman smiled, and caught the wand thrown by Tom. The moment the wand fell into his palm, he felt Immediately afterwards, Harriman, who seemed weak but was full of chocolate frogs and black bread every day, violently raised his wand, pointed at Tom with a smirk, and roared, "Crucio!" !"

Seeing the green lightning that Tom didn't have time to react to, Harriman grinned, and the caked powder on his face was cracked by the exaggerated expression, making him look even more ridiculous than a clown in a circus.

"This is the real Cruciatus Curse. Do you think you made me feel pain just now?" Harriman said with a sneer, "Offensive and defensive are reversed, idiot!"

"I reminded you..." Under the magic light of the Cruciatus Curse, Tom said helplessly, but thinking that the person in front of him was a fool, he finally gave up the idea of ​​persuasion, shook his head and sighed, "Forget it."

Why didn't he show a painful expression? Harriman didn't have time to think, the next second, the curse gushing from the tail of the wand swallowed him, he turned the humiliation of being imprisoned for many days into malice, and shot it at the hateful Tom, which should have been a perfect Cruciatus Curse, but unexpectedly, the target of the curse is himself.

An agony Harriman had never experienced engulfed him completely.

...

"Kill me..." After an unknown amount of time, Harriman lay weakly on the ground, whispering with his lips like a salted fish.

"It's just that you treat your little rubbish as a treasure," Tom continued to humiliate him relentlessly, "Your idea was completely wrong from the first sentence, thanks to you can continue to circle. "

"kill me……"

"No, you don't want to die," Tom said, tugging at his hair and lifting his face off the floor. "How can a man who licks a chocolate frog clean every day want to die?"

Harriman looked blankly at the eyes of "Alphad". These bottomless black eyes were like spotlights, which swept him transparently, and pinched his fragile body precisely through the mottled clown-like makeup. And a rough heart.