Death Eaters' Desert Island Survival

"The great and holy Lord of Dark Magic will take 37 weeks to restore his heartbeat, 100 days to regain his consciousness, 10 days to restore his power, and finally one day to reclaim the world!"

In the pitch-black night, accompanied by the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, the Death Eaters began to pray in unison beside a crackling fire.

This is something they do every day before meals.

Having lost their magic, normal food, and clothing, they began to place all their hopes on Voldemort.

Just like before Azkaban disappeared.

Their food consisted of plump rats strung together on wet twigs.

Although they have recently added bats and cockroaches to their menu.

Everyone secretly started taking Horklump as a supplement.

But their staple food is still rats.

However, if we're talking about Horklump, Rodolphus Lestrange ate the most of them, as he was a staunch believer in the principle of "like cures like" as a health Bible.

Torn between the conflicting emotions of believing he had become stronger and fearing he might jeopardize Voldemort's plans (he worried that Bella's pregnancy would affect Voldemort's return), he somehow learned to use the fish bubble without any instruction.

Pornography is truly the primary productive force.

As for why they don't eat fish, it's because they've discovered that fish possess a bewitching magic.

Rodolphus Lestrange thought this was the most memorable part, because in addition to eating Horklump like everyone else, he also unexpectedly saw Bella rolling around with his brother Rabastan Lestrange.

Rodolphus concealed this fact and replaced his brother with himself before they both returned to normal.

He was already used to it. Before it was Voldemort, wouldn't his younger brother be even closer to him now?

Furthermore, he believed it was best not to cause trouble before Voldemort was fully resurrected.

"Rodolphus, aren't you enjoying your food?"

"How come you and Bella are always sneaking around eating fish together?" Old Mulciber said disdainfully, moving a little further away from Rodolphus and Bella, who were covered in fishy smells.

Then he took a deep slurp of the rat's tail.

In this barren environment, he began to enjoy eating rat tails.

So much so that his rat tail was barely roasted and retained its original crispness.

This gave him the feeling of eating his favorite Italy.

"There's definitely something wrong with this fish; it'll have a bigger effect on the male wizard. Brother, your mental state has deteriorated a lot." Rabastan looked at his brother with concern.

At the same time, he quickly glanced at Bella, who was dressed in tattered clothes and whose private parts were exposed.

For some reason, ever since he ate fish not long ago, he felt that his sister-in-law Bella was exceptionally charming.

He felt it must be a problem with the fish.

As he was thinking, he bit off the rat's head, and a crunching sound came from his mouth.

The Lestrange all have strong masseter muscles, hard jawbones, and teeth that are almost like steel.

As a member of the Lestrange, this was child's play for him.

Now, apart from his brother and sister-in-law, he is the strongest person on the entire island.

Because he can get extra energy from the bones.

Once you're free from magic, being strong is the key to dominating this island.

Thinking of this, Rabastan looked at Little Crouch.

This guy who's always carrying his father's head, being the youngest and relatively new to Azkaban, is likely to be a threat to their Lestrange dominance on the island.

Little Crouch was unaware that Rabastan, on the other side, was also vying for power and profit under these circumstances.

Little Crouch. considered himself Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters. His mind was entirely focused on eating.

He even ate mice with relish.

He didn't mind other things like cockroaches and bats either.

That sounds strange. But that's what Little Crouch. thought.

He believed that as his disciple, his task before the great Dark Lord was resurrected was to take good care of his health.

Eat well, sleep well, and review your magic.

Prepare for Voldemort's return.

He even carefully studied the Muggle book "One Hundred Questions on Desert Island Survival" that Little Mulciber discovered.

Strive to maintain the best condition on the desert island.

After finishing a mouse, Little Crouch was still trying to pick out bits of flesh from the bones with his teeth, sighed.

He looked at his ripped clothes and sighed at the lack of fabric.

It is very useful for sun protection, filtering water, and bandaging wounds.

Logically, Azkaban, with its countless corpses, should not have lacked clothing.

But the Dark Lord destroyed them all with his magic during the resurrection ritual.

After so many days, their clothes were tattered from the hunting process.

His eyes subtly swept over Bella, who was diagonally opposite him.

He had to admit that he was attracted to Bella's ripped outfit.

He recalled the feast they had had a few days earlier after fishing by the reef.

During that confused moment after eating the fish, he had an ambiguous relationship with that woman.

Fortunately, thanks to his father's head, he regained consciousness for a moment and managed to escape the scene.

He didn't know what happened after that.

All he knew was that when he woke up, he was kissing his father's head.

Where his father's head was severed, a shriveled Horklump was placed.

This led to one thing.

Even he wouldn't openly eat Horklump in front of others.

He mostly used hunting as an excuse to rummage through the soil before feasting on it.

"Little Crouch, can I borrow your father's head to play with?" The one who spoke was none other than the most perverted Travers.

But Little Crouch. knew what he was going to do.

Fearing that Travers would damage his father's head, he secretly followed Travers into the woods.

There, Travers imitated Little Crouch by placing Horklump into the severed part of his father's head and using his father's mouth as a straw to suck Horklump Juice.

And he kept muttering his name in a low voice.

He did unspeakable things to his father's head.

Thinking about this gave Little Crouch goosebumps.

He then realized that his father was actually very similar to him.

And that's why my buttocks were inexplicably swollen and painful after I woke up.

Travers probably never knew when he fell in love with him.

"Here you go," Little Crouch. said casually, handing his father's head to Travers.

He believed that Travers, having vented his anger, might no longer pay attention to him.

Little Crouch. became even more determined to stick to his fitness regimen to prevent Travers from doing unspeakable things to him.

"I'm going to exercise." After Travers ran into the grove, Little Crouch said goodbye to the rest of the group and headed to the beach.

"Great! Time to exercise!"

"Little Crouch really wants to overthrow our Lestrange dominance!"

"This child must not be allowed to live!" Rabastan thought to himself as he took a deep look at Little Crouch's retreating figure.