After leaving Azkaban, Ian took Bellatrix through "World Gate" and teleported directly to the laboratory on the moon.
This is his domain, which is closed and huge. The interior is divided into dozens of different spaces, each of which is engraved with complex alchemical talismans.
Bellatrix came here for the first time, and what she saw made her almost forget to breathe.
This is not the secret lair of Ministry of Magic, nor Dark Lord, but a "Workshop of God" built of reason and order.
Ian asked her to wait in the rest area. A few hours later, he reappeared and handed her a silver necklace.
As soon as the necklace touched the skin, Bellatrix's expression immediately changed--
The madness and murderous intent were taken away, replaced by calmness and logic.
"This necklace contains a simplified version of the 'Mechanical Mind Charm' spell," Ian explained, "which can temporarily suppress your madness.
But it is only a temporary measure, and I hope you will learn this spell yourself."
"Yes, my master." Bellatrix bowed his head respectfully, his tone still filled with fanaticism, "I will master it as soon as possible and lead Pure-blood families to rise again for you -"
"Stop." Ian frowned, "I don't need that ancient blood theory.
In the New Order I will build, the world is divided into only two types of people - useful and useless.
Muggles belongs to the useful category, sometimes even more important than wizards."
Bellatrix was stunned, and for the first time, he felt his faith shaken in his heart.
The new master in front of him is not obsessed with blood and fear like Voldemort; he is more like...
An existence that truly wants to reshape the world.
"Why did you choose me?" she asked in a low voice.
Ian replied calmly, "Because I need someone to do it for me, things that I don't even want to do myself.
Your madness is the sharp knife I need. But remember--
I want a hunting dog that can obey orders, not a mad dog that bites everything."
Bellatrix was silent for a moment and showed an excited smile, "Don't worry, I will be your most loyal and fierce hound."
"Very good." Ian nodded slightly, "Your first task - to manufacture 'Artificial Obscurus'."
"Obscurus?" Bellatrix was stunned, his eyes flashed with confusion, "Please forgive my ignorance, Master, I don't understand what that is."
Ian did not blame, just explained calmly, "Obscurus is a kind of suppressed magic power--
When a wizard is forced to suppress magic under long-term fear or pain, the power will explode in another form and turn into a destructive life form-'Obscurus'."
Bellatrix's breathing became a little faster. "Then... how to make it?"
Ian's tone was as calm as if he was discussing the experimental steps. "It's very simple.
Collect a group of orphans between the ages of six and eight who have magical talents and divide them into two groups.
Group 1 - You have to raise them as a 'mother', but punish them severely whenever they use magic.
Let them oscillate between fear and dependence, between craving your approval and fearing your wrath.
This kind of emotional tearing will force them to suppress their strength, thus giving birth to Obscurus.
To ensure that they are punished regularly, you need to create situations where they have to use magic.
Then pretend to accidentally catch them casting spells - and then punish them.
The second group - no need to actually experience it, just use Mental Magic to implant memories of years of abuse in them.
I want to compare the efficiency of the two methods."
"Then... can I 'punish' them appropriately?" Bellatrix licked the corners of his mouth, his tone filled with dangerous expectation.
Ian frowned slightly. "No need. It's just educational blame and punishment.
I want results, not corpses."
He reached out and touched her forehead lightly, pouring Credence childhood memories into her mind.
"Do it the way his mother did - cold, strict, but inescapable."
Bellatrix took a deep breath and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Understood, Master."
"Remember," Ian's voice was deep and powerful, "Your madness is a weapon, not a shackle. If you lose control, you are worthless."
She bowed and saluted.
Ian pondered for a moment and suddenly added, "In addition, set up a third group of experimental samples.
Use alchemical instruments to gather the negative emotions of human beings - Wrath, despair, sadness - and then mix them with magic to see if a new Obscurus can be born.
Divide them into two categories: adults and children, and record the differences."
After a brief silence, he added softly, "I will clear their memories and arrange for them to live a better life.
Compared with their original fate of being orphans, this is actually a redemption."
Bellatrix couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, but at that moment he felt--
The new owner's rationality is colder than Demons.
"My master, I cannot weave false memories, nor can I collect emotional energy." She asked cautiously.
"I know." Ian raised his hand and called out a blue badge, "You will get assistance.
'Siri', grant Bellatrix·Lestrange temporary level three permissions, and open learning qualifications."
A cold mechanical voice sounded in the air, "Permissions are being confirmed... Temporary level three access rights have been granted."
Bellatrix looked around in shock, but could not find the source of the sound.
The next second, a three-dimensional map appeared in her mind,
It marks the areas and restricted areas she can enter, as well as the magic resources she can call upon.
She was stunned, as if witnessing the miracle of modern civilization for the first time.
Ian looked at her amazed expression and said lightly, "Siri, before she formally researches,
Use the time advantage of 'Mind Palace Charm' to forcefully instill Muggles social and basic scientific knowledge.
She has to understand how the world works before she can work for me."
"Yes, sir." The mechanical voice echoed again.
Ian nodded with satisfaction.
Bellatrix will suffer from persistent headaches for the next month - that is the price of knowledge being forced into the brain.
Medicines can relieve the pain, but they cannot erase the torment of mental tearing.
But he believed that she could survive it.
Because she longs to be a "useful person".
After arranging everything, Ian turned and left.
His steps were light, but with an invisible chill.