Chapter 545 A Friendly Farewell

The rain curtain was like a curtain, the thunder roared, and everyone was immersed in a dead silence.

Their thoughts drifted to the same question: Where will they go in the future?

Once upon a time, Voldemort's name was their glory. They were proud of their pure blood and regarded Muggles as ants.

But now, his bloodline and style of doing things made the pure blood ideal more ridiculous and empty.

Bella's voice rang again, penetrating the rain curtain and thunder: "We once followed him because we believed that he could lead us to create a better magical world. But now..."

"Now we have to stand up for ourselves." She paused, her voice full of power, "We no longer need a mixed-blood leader. We must fight for the pure blood ideal again!"

The other Death Eaters slowly raised their heads, with complex lights flashing in their eyes: fear, hesitation, but also a spark of hope.

Bella's words gave them a new direction, an opportunity to find themselves again and rebuild their beliefs.

"But Bella, if the master knew that we betrayed..." McNeill's voice trembled.

Bella turned around abruptly, her eyes flashing with madness: "We didn't betray him, he betrayed us!"

Her eyes swept across everyone's face like a hawk, and she took out a syringe filled with pink and blue liquid from her waist.

The slender silver needle glowed faintly under the reflection of lightning, like a long-dormant beast, ready to go.

"This is a virus modified by Baldwin, which can kill all wizards." Bella raised the syringe to her eyes and looked at it carefully.

A crazy, morbid smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "He is also a wizard, isn't he?"

The Death Eaters around swallowed their saliva involuntarily, and the air was filled with fear and uneasiness. Many people subconsciously looked around, fearing that they would be heard by their master.

Everyone knew that Bella was crazy, but they didn't expect her to be so crazy. For the so-called pure blood ideal, she actually wanted to murder the master they had always followed.

"Bella, calm down." Buck hurriedly advised, "Things are not as bad as you think. After all, there is still that old guy Dumbledore..."

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore!" Bella screamed, her voice full of hatred and anger.

She held the syringe tightly, her knuckles white, as if she wanted to crush it: "If it weren't for that disgusting, disgusting, hypocritical old guy, would we become Death Eaters?"

"For nearly half a century, he spared no effort to suppress the pure-blood family. And the shame of pure blood, the Weasley family." She gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with the flame of hatred, "I should let Baldwin make more Death Virus, kill them all, kill them all!!"

Before she finished speaking, Bella suddenly stepped on the broom and flew towards Lei Ting like a black lightning. In the storm, her figure seemed particularly lonely and resolute.

Buck hesitated for a moment, and finally, he took a deep breath, also stepped on the broom and followed closely.

"Damn it," he cursed in a low voice, "We must use the Fidelius Charm to keep this secret."

The remaining Death Eaters looked at each other, and the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Bella's declaration just now was like a bomb, stirring up thousands of waves in everyone's heart. As for reporting this to Voldemort, almost everyone gave up the idea at the first time.

They were not Wormtails without any ethics, who could betray their companions unscrupulously. Moreover, if Bella could really kill Voldemort. Maybe they would no longer be Death Eaters that everyone in the magic world hated, but become... heroes.

This idea aroused a strange feeling in everyone's heart. They secretly communicated with each other with their eyes, and everyone had a kind of excitement and pleasure similar to cheating in their hearts.

However, the person they wanted to cuckold was the Dark Lord Voldemort who frightened the entire magic world.

"Go save her quickly." Little Barty's face changed, and he suddenly shouted, "Bella must not die."

The others woke up from their dreams and realized the seriousness of the situation. If Bella was killed by thunder before executing the plan, their pure-blood ideals would be over.

In the storm, Roger stood on the back of a huge thunderbird, patting the head of this magical creature affectionately.

The feathers of the thunderbird shone with a metallic luster under the reflection of lightning, as if wearing a flowing armor. With the help of this big guy, the "rats" hiding in the clouds were quickly shot down and disappeared in the rolling dark clouds.

"Merlin's beard, is this your friend?" Bellingrum's eyes were shining, staring at the shiny thunderbird intently. He rubbed his hands, his tone full of desire and excitement, "Rogge, where did you buy it, I want one too."

Crack~

As if it understood Bellingrum's words, the wing tip of the thunderbird suddenly pointed at him. A flowing lightning flashed across the gloomy sky and accurately struck Bellingrum.

"I~I~" Bellingrum was charred all over, his beard and hair exploded like a porcupine, and he spoke with a strong electronic sound. He stumbled a few steps and almost fell, looking both embarrassed and ridiculous.

The Thunderbird made a pleasant bird song, sounding as if it was laughing at Bellinrum's funny appearance. It raised its head proudly, very satisfied with its masterpiece.

"Don't worry about this guy." Roger patted the Thunderbird's head, signaling it to disperse the surrounding clouds and rain.

The Thunderbird nodded knowingly, carrying Rogge through the dark clouds. It raised its long neck and took a deep breath.

A magical scene appeared: the surrounding clouds were like endless noodles, swallowed by the Thunderbird. The sky became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark clouds were swallowed up bit by bit, revealing the blue sky behind.

The sun penetrated the gaps between the clouds, like golden silk threads sprinkled on the ground. The rain faded at an astonishing speed, as if an invisible hand was controlling the weather. At some point, the rain suddenly stopped, and the world returned to peace.

Rogge patted the Thunderbird's neck and smiled with satisfaction: "Well done, old friend..."

"There are still people! Stay alert!" He noticed the black shadows searching in the distance, and hurriedly reminded Dawlish and the Aurors.

Everyone immediately tensed up, and the heart that had just been put down was suspended again.

"Where's Baldwin? Leave Baldwin to me!" Bella rushed over without hesitation, and her walnut wand shot out several fierce spells like an angry poisonous snake.

"Armor protection." Roger was quick-witted and quickly put a magic shield on Thunderbird. The spells hit the shield, making a harsh hissing sound, but they were all repelled one by one.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and dangerous energy accumulated in his wand. Just as he was about to give this crazy woman a fatal blow, Buck, who had caught up, shook his head imperceptibly.

Roger understood instantly and changed his strategy: "Disarm you and fall to the ground."

Two spells were fired back at a faster speed, and Bella's eyes blurred and she lost consciousness in an instant.

Her wand flew out of her hand, and she fell off the broom. Buck lowered the broom and pulled her into his arms with an abrupt stop and tail swing.

Roger used magic to transmit the message, with a teasing tone: "Why, do you want her to change her last name?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is related to our plan." Buck frowned, and a trace of unnatural expression appeared on his face.

In order to cover up the secret transmission between the two, he shouted loudly: "Where is Professor Baldwin? Hand him over!"

Roger looked at Buck thoughtfully, and chuckled, "The potion master in the crystal room? He is dead, and melted in the fierce fire with his laboratory."

Just then, several other pure-blooded Death Eaters also caught up. They lined up in a line, staring at Roger fiercely.

Dawlish immediately led a small number of Aurors to fly to support quickly, while other Aurors continued to stay around the hot air balloon, alert to the possible plan of the Death Eaters to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The wands of both sides were ready to go, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that was about to explode.

"Oh, so many old friends." Dawlish snorted coldly, and his eyes swept across the Death Eaters on the opposite side. Suddenly, his sight fixed on a figure at the end of the team, and his face suddenly changed, "McNeill!"

He roared, attracting everyone's attention to McNeill, "You are actually a Death Eater!"

"That..." McNeill was called out, and he felt uncomfortable. He touched his face awkwardly, his mouth twitching, revealing a bitter expression: "Hey, I forgot to bring it. That... Dawlish, can you wait for me to wear a hood."

He took out the linen hood from his clothes, and hurriedly put the bag on his head, leaving only space for two eyes.

The originally serious and dangerous atmosphere suddenly became a bit absurd.

"Ahem..." McNeill cleared his throat and said in a deliberately rough voice, "Hey, Auror! I'm a Death Eater, not the McNeill you know."

He thought for a moment, and immediately added: "Of course, I have also heard of Mr. McNeill's name. He is a respectable employee of the Ministry of Magic and deserves to be promoted..."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Dawlish was full of black lines. He had never seen such a weird wizard.

He secretly complained in his heart: "Or is it that the Dark Lord and his men are not normal in their brains."

Buck and others turned their heads and glared at the man with the hood. They blushed and tapped their toes in embarrassment. At this time, they even hoped that someone would give them a complete oblivion.

"Okay, okay, since you have discovered my true identity, I will not go back to the Ministry of Magic." He sighed helplessly, sounding quite aggrieved, "Rogge, can I continue to buy meat jerky in the future?"

"What do you think?" Rogge couldn't help rubbing his temples. Can this kind of thing be said publicly?

He then looked at Cedric, who had become mature and steady, and waved to him: "Long time no see, Cedric."

"Yeah." Cedric was stunned for a moment, and nodded awkwardly in his heart, as if his current identity made it impossible for him to face his former classmates.

He looked at the arrogant Aurors, his eyes flashing with undisguised envy. If it weren't for the accident in the Triwizard Tournament, maybe he would be standing opposite now, instead of becoming a Death Eater who was hated by everyone.

When he thought of this, his hatred for Harry Potter became stronger.

He tried hard to suppress the emotional fluctuations in his heart, and tried clumsily to find a topic:

"It's been a long time since we last met. Is this your bird? It's so beautiful."

When Roger heard this, he couldn't help showing an "embarrassed" expression on his face, and whispered: "Is there anyone who chats like you?"

The atmosphere in the air became more and more tense, and the two sides were like pawns on chess, deadlocked in the sky.

Delis carefully looked at the Death Eaters across from him, trying to assess their strength. Although the pure-blood Death Eaters had no intention of keeping them, they had no intention of giving in.

This weird balance makes everyone feel uncomfortable. After all, they are enemies. Everyone is waiting for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

"Can you do me a favor?" Little Barty broke the silence, his eyes moving back and forth between Delis and Rogge.

Delis instinctively wanted to refuse, but Rogge spoke first and asked: "Send a message to your father?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Little Barty's eyes, and then he nodded slightly. He didn't expect that Buck's nephew was so smart. No wonder he was mentioned many times by Voldemort.

"You tell him I'll make Crouch the glory."

"A great ideal." Rogge nodded in agreement, and then looked around. He had a vague feeling that this group of people seemed to be planning something.

"Where's the others? Cedric?"

Cedric shook his head. He glanced at Bella quietly and had already made up his mind.

Among this group of pure-blood Death Eaters, his pure-blood thoughts are the weakest. By some mistake, he had to succumb to Voldemort's power.

If Bella can really complete her plan, he has the opportunity to transform into a hero who saves the magical world. The crimes once committed will be forgotten by the magical world.

In his opinion, wizards would never care whether Muggles lived or died.

"Then, let's go." Rogge winked at Buck, raised his hand and tilted it back to signal the Aurors to retreat.

Delis couldn't help but shouted worriedly: "Rogg, they may have a trick."

"You retreat first, I will hold the line." A confident smile appeared on his face, and he patted the strong body of the thunderbird beneath him. "It can instantly change the weather of this sky."

The Thunderbird let out a long cry proudly, and its eyes filled with purple electricity stared at the Death Eaters opposite with vigilance, looking eager to try.

Delis hesitated for a moment and gave some more instructions before leading the other Aurors to retreat.

When they and the hot air balloon disappeared from the edge of the sky, Rogge spoke slowly: "Is there anything you need help with? Such as information, supplies, etc."

Seeing the vigilant eyes of the Death Eaters, Rogge continued to explain: "Don't look at me like that. I am a pureblood and a Slytherin. Although I don't agree with your paranoid ideas, we have a common language after all."

Barty Jr. exchanged glances with the other Death Eaters, obviously skeptical of Rogge's proposal. They even suspected that this might be some kind of trap or calculation.

Seeing this, Rogge helplessly spread his hands and said softly: "Okay, we can talk about cooperation later."

"But I can give you some information." He showed a mysterious smile on his face, pointed to the west and said: "Soon, a small volcano will erupt. Please prepare early."

This sudden information stunned them all. They looked at each other, trying to understand the meaning of Rogge's words.

"So, let's see you next time?" Rogge deliberately protracted his tone, but still no one asked.

He smiled and motioned for the Thunderbird to fly north.