Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 433, Section 427: Let's face death together, Tom!

Being quick to kill without hesitation is very much in line with Voldemort's character.

His gaze once again turned to the vampires.

"I gave you a chance. Since you're unwilling to talk about it, I'll find it myself."

Voldemort's gaze lingered on a certain spot as he spoke, then he grinned, revealing a row of uneven teeth with a few black streaks: "No one can hide a secret from me."

One of the world's top masters of mind-grabbing, he can easily see through other people's thoughts.

He discovered it very quickly.

He slowly stretched out one hand and clenched it in the air.

A commotion immediately broke out among the vampires opposite. An older-looking vampire with a small mustache was sent flying uncontrollably. The surrounding vampires tried to grab him, but their strength was ineffective. Other vampires attempted to use magic to intercept him, but the result was the same as before, all of them failed.

They could only watch helplessly as the vampire flew away.

The bearded vampire struggled desperately to no avail, and several spells he cast in succession were also ineffective.

So he simply launched an attack on Voldemort, accompanied by a string of incomprehensible words, and the flying, bearded vampire unleashed a purple spell on Voldemort.

This was an ancient spell, and with it, the little mustache vampire easily defeated five Death Eaters.

This spell, which was so highly anticipated, was easily blocked by a spell casually cast by Voldemort.

Then Voldemort grabbed him by the neck with one hand.

Spellcasting without a staff or sound, the spellcasting process cannot be easily interrupted.

This can no longer be described as merely skillful; it would be an understatement to call it absolutely rare.

That's absolutely terrifying.

"You're their leader?"

Although Voldemort's body had only been formed recently and had not been trained at all, no matter how much the vampire struggled, he could not break free from Voldemort's grasp, as if a pair of clamps had been activated and were tightly binding his neck.

As Voldemort's five fingers contracted, the vampire's face began to turn red at a visible speed, a stark contrast to the vampire's originally bloodless pale complexion.

It's quite unbelievable that vampires, who are strictly speaking "dead" and are actually closer to the undead than normal humans, have no body temperature, no heartbeat, are afraid of bright light, and do not need to replenish their nutrition by eating in addition to drinking blood, yet they still need to breathe.

"It doesn't look like it's very good."

"My lovely servants were running all over the place, so as their master, I had to take action."

Voldemort sneered as he looked at the bearded vampire he had trapped, a cat-and-mouse expression on his face.

"Release Chief Belmont."

The other vampires, seeing their leader insulted, all spoke up to rebuke him, but Voldemort paid them no heed.

Although vampires need to breathe, suffocation cannot kill them; it only makes them uncomfortable, just as sunlight and garlic can make them uncomfortable.

Voldemort squeezed hard, and his ordinary hand seemed to transform into a red-hot iron, pressing against the neck of the vampire named Belmont, making a sizzling sound, accompanied by the aroma of roasting meat.

Voldemort's face lit up with pleasure as he watched the Belmont patriarch, whose face was flushed but who could not utter a sound and could only show a pained expression.

He enjoys watching others suffer, especially when he personally tortures them; it makes him feel completely comfortable.

The Death Eaters standing behind him laughed shrilly in perfect unison, just like a bunch of goblins following their king, responsible for waving flags and shouting slogans.

Some of the vampires couldn't contain themselves and wanted to rush over to save their patriarch, but Voldemort simply extended a finger from his other hand and flicked it lightly into the air, and a dark green light enveloped their bodies.

In an instant, it vanished into thin air.

The whole process was as smooth as silk, and the vampires didn't even have time to scream.

Voldemort's brutality once again successfully intimidated the vampires, making it as easy as crushing an ant to kill them.

"I'll say it again: kneel down, submit to me, crawl at my feet, kiss my clothes and be my dog, and I will spare you and your people."

Voldemort's tone was unquestionable.

However, this was of no use to the Belmont patriarch, who struggled to move his lips and forced out a few words through the gaps between his teeth.

"We will never be anyone's slaves! Vampires will never be slaves!"

"What a pity, then you can only go and die."

Voldemort's tone turned cold once again. He had no intention of subduing these vampires with reason and emotion, like Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times. His already limited patience had been completely exhausted.

Suddenly, he tightened his grip on the other man's neck, and a dark green light suddenly emanated from his palm. Accompanied by the Belmont patriarch's mournful cry, the other man's body began to disintegrate layer by layer in an instant.

The Disintegration Curse is an extremely evil form of black magic that causes a person to watch helplessly as their body gradually dissipates, unable to do anything but endure the resulting pain.

Like the Cruciatus Curse, it was one of Voldemort's favorite spells, except that the Cruciatus Curse allowed him to "play" with it for a little longer, while the Disintegrate Curse had a stronger impact.

Not being afraid of death does not mean not being afraid of suffering.

Voldemort's goal was to use extreme brutality to instill fear in the remaining vampires.

He enjoys others' fear of him; he is adept at using fear to control everything.

However, not everyone will do as he wishes. Decades ago, there were wizards like Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix who opposed him for the sake of justice and righteousness, and now there will only be more and more wizards like that.

"Hahaha, I've seen it! I've seen your weakness, Voldemort! No! Tom!"

"You like to threaten others with death. Someone as powerful as you is most afraid of death!"

Belmont, whose body was slowly disintegrating, suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. He not only called out Voldemort's name but also mocked him. As the oldest and most powerful vampire in the current race, he possessed the power to see through people's hearts, which was a different concept from Legilimency. It was a special racial talent among vampires.

"But you're wrong! Not everyone fears death. Death is not frightening to our race; it's just a new journey."

"so."

With only half his body remaining, Belmont's eyes revealed a resolute expression.

"Come and face death with me, Tom!"

(End of this chapter)