Chapter 2: Hanging Bell
With Sean's words, "Hanging Bell," a surge of magic power emerged from the tip of his wand, gushing out and hitting Bellatrix in front of him. Bellatrix felt as if an invisible hand had grasped her ankles tightly, hanging her in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.
She felt extremely embarrassed. Due to gravity, the lower part of her white sweater slowly slid down her body until it covered her eyes. She could no longer see anything and could only feel the humid air in the basement making intimate contact with her skin below the waist. She felt like a monkey being watched by others. She was always the one humiliating others, but it was never others' turn to humiliate her. She screamed in shame.
"Put me down, you filthy Mudblood! I'm going to kill you! The Dark Lord will not let you go!"
What was funny was that because she opened her mouth and shouted, the clothes covering her face were sucked into her mouth. In the end, she could only make whimpering sounds.
Sean was in no mood to talk nonsense with her at the moment. His palms were covered in cold sweat, and he was still frightened. If he had not been on guard, he would have fallen there silently and become a cold corpse. He had many wishes that had not yet been fulfilled, so he could not die.
What made Sean even angrier was that he had used up the remaining energy of the golden finger to rescue Bellatrix from the gloomy Azkaban, but Bellatrix had turned against him and wanted to kill him. This crazy woman! Sean cursed inwardly. Since she chose to do something, she must bear the consequences.
Shocked and angry, Sean decided to teach this crazy woman a lesson. He first found a device similar to handcuffs from the alchemical props in his collection and used magic to fasten them on Bellatrix's hands to prevent her from casting spells. Then he used his magic to conjure a mirror as tall as a person, a whip, a candle, and some other strange props. After doing all this, he put Bellatrix down. He wanted to leave Bellatrix with an unforgettable memory.
After Bellatrix came down, she spat out the clothes stuffed in her mouth and continued to curse obscenely. Until she saw the room full of props, she stopped talking, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and a sarcastic smile crept onto her face.
"Do you know how Frank and Alice Longbottom died? I just tapped them with the Cruciatus Curse. They were in so much pain that they rolled around on the ground, wailing non-stop. Especially Frank, his eyes were wide open, his whole body was twitching violently, his eyeballs were about to pop out, and he didn't even say a word to beg for mercy. And Alice was even more interesting; her warm and smelly urine was all over the room. It was really disgusting. You should have seen their embarrassment."
Bellatrix continued to talk about what she had experienced in a teasing tone. "Even a place like Azkaban can't do anything to me, and now you want to use these Muggle children's playthings to torture me. It's ridiculous."
Bellatrix actually laughed out loud after she finished speaking, and it became more and more intense, as if she couldn't control herself, until suddenly, she began to cough as if she was choked by her own laughter. The coughing was violent and continuous, accompanied by her heavy gasping for breath, as if mocking how ridiculous Sean's behavior was.
Sean said nothing. When dealing with such brutal Death Eaters, actions were often more direct and effective than words. He put a collar around Bellatrix's neck and led her to the mirror like a dog. As the clothes on the ground gradually increased, Sean swung the whip violently, and a sharp explosion sounded in the air. The whip drew a sharp arc in the air and lashed at Bellatrix fiercely, leaving a deep red mark on her snow-white back.
Pop. Pop. One whip after another, the continuous whip sounds echoed clearly in the small basement. Sean was surprised to find that Bellatrix's face in the mirror, from the expressionless one at the beginning, was now stained with a sickly red. Her eyes were fixed on the whip, and as the whip fell, she actually made an abnormal sound in excitement.
Sean understood. Generally speaking, people with sadistic traits were very likely to be bi-directional. Obviously, Bellatrix in front of him was one of them. So was he rewarding her or punishing her? At this point, Sean was a little unsure of his actions.
Seeing Sean put down the whip, the sarcastic smile on Bellatrix's face returned, even with a little more disdain than before. "Oh, that's all?"
Sean was sure that it was a provocation. He now had a clear understanding of Bellatrix, both spiritually and physically. Bellatrix's provocation instead aroused Sean's competitive spirit. If he couldn't even discipline Bellatrix, how could he complete his next plan?
Having made up his mind, Sean changed his strategy. Bellatrix was a typical Slytherin, and arrogance was her characteristic. If he wanted to make her surrender completely, he must first destroy her will on the spiritual level. Bellatrix's greatest spiritual sustenance now was the mysterious man—Voldemort.
"If Voldemort saw you like this, he might be disappointed," Sean said suddenly, without giving Bellatrix any time to think, and continued, "His most loyal servant is now like a dog, lying at someone else's feet, begging for someone to whip her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the smug look on Bellatrix's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of anger. "Shut up, you filthy Mudblood! Don't address the Dark Lord by his first name!"
"But unfortunately, he will never see it again. He was defeated by a newborn baby eleven years ago. It's really ridiculous," Sean added.
"The Dark Lord will definitely come back, and then he will lock all of you lowly, obscene, shameless Mudbloods into cages, leaving you unable to either live or die..."
Before Bellatrix finished her words, Sean stretched out his broad palm and fiercely hit the plumpest part of Bellatrix's body. "It feels so good for a lowly Mudblood to humiliate a pureblood."
The snow-white roundness suddenly had a red slap mark. It seemed that they disliked the asymmetry and the impact on appearance. Sean came again.
It took Bellatrix three to five seconds to recover from the sudden situation. "Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sean pulled out his wand and pointed it at Bellatrix: "Anima eximere!"