Bella's Fanaticism

"Relax, my friend..." Sean shifted his posture comfortably, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "Or are you unwilling to contribute your meager strength to this great cause?"

"I, of course I can! The Malfoy Family is your staunchest supporter! Draco is only in second grade, Master, Master, please..." Lucius crawled on the ground, trying to kiss Sean's robe to beg him to spare his child.

Narcissa, standing to the side, was already trembling.

Barty Jr. grinned excitedly.

Voldemort is ruthless when managing his staff; he's just using Voldemort's authority as a cover. Look how terrified the Malfoy couple are...

Bella's lips twitched a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't speak. She took a deep breath, not wanting to see her sister and brother-in-law's appearance again.

Even though she had already decided to dedicate her life to the great Dark Lord, seeing the scene before her still stirred up some inexplicable emotions within her.

She tried to turn her head, but her eyes met Sean's.

To Bella's surprise, the other person actually raised an eyebrow at her slightly.

She hadn't pleaded for mercy, and her loyalty had already been proven. What did the Dark Lord intend to do...?

As she pondered, she saw Sean give her a look again.

Does he want me to plead for him...? Bella, who wasn't stupid, vaguely realized something.

But what if I misunderstood...? She hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and spoke.

"Great master, Draco is too weak right now. Adding him to our plans might just be a hindrance..."

Seeing Bella, one of the Dark Lord's favorites, speak up, Lucius immediately grabbed at the last straw like a drowning man, saying, "Yes! Yes! My son is usually Sloth and arrogant. When he comes home next time, I will definitely urge him to be more diligent. In the future, he will become one of the Dark Lord's most loyal and capable servants!"

"Oh? I remember Draco had pretty good grades in school?" Sean easily released the Occamy, letting it slowly wrap around Lucius's neck. "My cunning friend, have you forgotten who you are now?"

Lucius gasped for breath as he felt the cold scales on his neck slowly tighten around him.

"Master! I, I..." He tried to speak, but the Occamy had already completely bound his neck.

"Master! Master! Please... please..." Narcissa pleaded for her husband, trembling.

Lucius felt the increasing force and his vision blurring. He wanted to resist, but his wife was beside him, and his only son was also under the control of the Dark Lord ...

Just when he was almost in despair, the Occamy shrunk with a 'whoosh' and slithered back into Sean's arms.

"It was just a little joke, Lucius— " Sean laughed.

"Cough, cough, thank you for your mercy, master." Lucius collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as he was saved from a desperate situation.

Sean stretched out a foot and used his toes to lift the other man's chin. "Lucius, keep your little schemes to yourself, understand?"

Yes! Yes!

Sean glanced at Bella beside him and casually chuckled, "You should thank Bella; her pleading saved your life, your wife's life, and Draco's— "

"Master..." Bella moved closer.

"That's how much you mean to me, Bella," Sean waved his hand and looked at the Malfoy couple again, "But I do need Draco to do me a little favor."

Before the relief in their eyes had faded, the Malfoy couple looked up at him in panic once again.

"My words represent a promise, so don't worry," Sean said casually. "It's just asking your son to do a very simple little thing..."

"Excuse me, what is it?" Lucius asked timidly, biting his lip, knowing he couldn't escape.

"Teach Draco your little tricks of forming cliques and showing him how to stop playing these childish games."

Lucius finally breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't a dangerous mission.

"Hmm, let's start in the third year. Let Draco begin to win over the students around him. With the power of your Malfoy Family and Galleon, I want to see a brand new student body at Hogwarts a year from now. Can you do that?"

Letting your son establish an organization within the school? At least that's not dangerous...

Slightly relieved Lucius asked softly, "Then, Master? What is the core philosophy of this group? Whom do we need to win over?"

Sean smiled and said, "The idea is simple: it's called Wizards' Mutual Aid. We should win over everyone we can, regardless of bloodline."

Now, not only the Malfoy couple, but also Barty Jr.. and Bella were puzzled.

Not caring about bloodlines... that doesn't align with the Death Eaters ' original principles...

Looking at the puzzled crowd, Sean sneered, "My thoughts are none of your business to guess..."

"I have overstepped my bounds!"

"Lucius, can you do such a simple task?"

"Please rest assured!"

"Very good—" Sean stood up, tossing his robe aside.

"Go back now, I'll let you know about the next party," he said, then pointed to Bella, "Bella, come with me."

"Yes, Master."

Bella was excited about the private meeting after the party, which proved that among so many Death Eaters, she was the special one in the Dark Lord's eyes!

The two walked slowly outside, one after the other, and stopped under a tall tree.

"Master..." Bella spoke up impatiently.

"Shh... Bella, have you forgotten what I taught you?" Sean said with a smile.

Bella immediately realized what was happening, and then took out her wand and cast a spell to prevent the two people from talking.

That spell was really well used; I haven't even mastered it yet... Sean muttered to himself, a satisfied expression on his face.

"You said to be careful and to be wary of those who are not trustworthy—" Bella said respectfully after reciting the incantation.

"Yes... Bella, do you know why I asked you to plead for her?" Sean asked casually, his hands behind his back.

"My master's wisdom is as vast as the ocean; I dare not presume to fathom it." Bella kept her head down.

Sean smiled. "You're really charming, Bella... but you should be able to figure it out."

He straightened his expression. "I trust you, but I don't trust the Malfoy family, your sister and your cunning brother-in-law. They have perfectly inherited the Malfoy Family tradition—acting only for personal gain."

"I'll keep a close eye on them for you!"

"Of course I believe in your loyalty... However, the Malfoy family is naturally grateful that you pleaded for us today. Bella, since you married into the Lestrange family, you haven't been able to wield much power in either the Black Family or Lestrange family, have you?"

Bella nodded. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but those old-fashioned wizards outside still only value the status of the head of Pure-blood families. Just like them, power is always in the hands of one or two people."

"Of course..." Sean smiled slightly, "But after today's incident, the Malfoy family will have to act according to your wishes..."

You mean...?

"Go, Bella, tear a hole through the Malfoy Family and take back the power—I prefer a loyal wizard like you to hold the power of these Pure-blood families."

Bella looked up, her cold and beautiful face now filled with excitement and fervor.

Master... Master did all this for me! This is his reward to me!

And indeed, I am the person he trusts the most!

Sean smiled slightly, knowing the other's thoughts just by looking at their expressions. The Death Eaters were an unstable organization with conflicting motives, and Voldemort's oppressive management was the rope that held them together. But if Voldemort disappeared, that rope would no longer bind them.

He would pretend to be Voldemort to retrieve the rope, but within such an organization, it's crucial to cultivate a loyal following entirely of your own. These loyal followers must be capable, intelligent, and, most importantly, completely loyal.

Because Sean had to consider one thing—when Voldemort truly returned, the Death Eaters would instantly turn against him!

What he needs to do now is to completely win over those most loyal followers of Voldemort, so that they won't turn against him even if Voldemort returns! As for how to win them over, he'll need a little lie.

Sean sighed, and Bella, who had never seen her master with such an expression, immediately asked with concern, "Master, is something troubling you?"

Sean frowned in thought, then looked at her intently before speaking, "Bella, do you know why I'm returning in this way?"

"Because, because..." Bella's eyes flickered; she wanted to say it, but dared not.

"Let me tell you, even though my magic is still powerful, I still have this young body. They all know that I am not as powerful as I used to be."

"No! Master is the most powerful wizard in the world!" Bella said firmly.

"Your loyalty is touching... but haven't you ever wondered why I'm using the method of having you gather Death Eaters to screen for traitors?"

Bella looked at Sean with a puzzled expression. This was indeed one of her questions. The Dark Lord was the most skilled Legilimency master in history, and no one could hide their thoughts from him.

She saw her owner look up at the night sky. "Bella, there are some things I can only tell you..."

Bella was almost overwhelmed with emotion. The Dark Lord's secret... this proved that she was already his most trusted confidante, without exception!

At the same time, she was determined to keep all her master's secrets.

"Bella, you know I've been researching soul magic, right?" Sean said casually.

"Yes..." Bella nodded, remembering Quirrell.

"Ha—" Sean spread his arms wide, revealing an extremely arrogant expression, "In this world, no one is closer to the truth of the soul than I am!"

"It is because of the mystery of the soul that I was able to deceive Dumbledore and Grindelwald and take over this Prophecy body!"

"Master..." Bella trembled with excitement. She had heard the other's secret and felt the other's power.

To toy with souls... that's practically the Death God's Authority!

And this powerful man is his master!

"But pioneers always face many difficulties. I ruled out ten thousand problems, but I overlooked the one hidden in the shadows..." Sean's expression turned gloomy and ruthless.

"Master..." Bella also became worried.

Sean turned his head to look at the other person. "A piece of my soul was split off..."

"What..." Bella's eyes widened as she looked at the other person in disbelief.

"Although what I lost is insignificant compared to what I gained, the Soul Fragment that were split off also took away a portion of my abilities..." Sean said somberly.

Bella lowered her head. She finally understood why she had been unable to contact her master—it was caused by the Soul Fragment that had been separated from her!

According to the master, the fragment that split off took away some of his original abilities and magic, including Legilimency!

Sure enough, the master did encounter trouble, and in his confession, all the doubts became understandable.

Thinking of this, she immediately looked at the other person with concern. "Master, will this cause you any trouble?"

Sean chuckled lightly, "Now that I'm back, it means things won't be a major problem, but there will definitely be some minor troubles. I need more time..."

"Master, is there anything you need me to do for you?"

Sean pulled out his wand. "Bella, hold out your hand."

The other party immediately complied, rolling up their sleeves to reveal the Dark Mark on their forearm.

"Magic intertwines, grant me my most loyal servant..." Sean recited a newly composed incantation with feigned seriousness, and the Dark Mark flashed.

But Bella only saw the solemnity and trust on the Dark Lord's face, and she could even feel his magic flowing through her body!

This trust made her tremble with excitement!

"Bella, this is the real Dark Mark. From now on, you can use it to contact me without having to pay those prices—" Sean smiled.

He wasn't lying. The Dark Mark created by Voldemort always had the function of communicating with the mainframe, but he seemed to want to maintain his authority and mystery, so he didn't open this ability to any Death Eaters —ultimately, he didn't trust anyone.

Anyway, this will be a win for Sean...

Bella was overwhelmed with emotion. She knelt down on one knee, trembling, and said in an extremely fervent tone, "I will never betray your trust, Master!"

"No need to be so formal," Sean, helping the other person up as he looked at him with gratitude. "From today onwards, you are my closest friend—"

"Yes, yes!"

"I will continue to infiltrate Hogwarts as Sean Wallerup, and you'll be in charge of plugging up the small holes in the Death Eaters ' affairs?"

"Please feel free to entrust this to me."

"Very good." Sean nodded in satisfaction.

He had originally intended to tell the other party that if another Voldemort contacted them, it must be a fake, but that would be too deliberate— Sean was confident that after tonight's events, Bella would become his most fervent follower.

Anyway, he's the real Voldemort, isn't he?

Master and servant enjoyed themselves immensely. Before leaving, Sean casually remarked, "Let me think about the matter of safekeeping things..."

His words were ambiguous; he didn't specify whether he wanted to leave something with the other person or retrieve something he had previously left behind. He needed to probe whether Voldemort had left anything behind, such as Hufflepuff's Cup.

Bella gave Sean the answer he wanted.

The aloof woman said respectfully, "Master, the things you left with me are still safely stored in my vault. Would you like me to retrieve them for you?"

"Okay, bring it over." Sean was secretly overjoyed, but his face remained calm.