Harry's Lie

"Seven demigods?" Luna raised an eyebrow.

Power never increased out of nowhere. It merely changed hands.

So...

"Voldemort's divine power was digested?" Luna guessed.

"Exactly.

Before Voldemort's resurrection, although his Divine Kingdom was only a bargain-bin version,

it still counted as having touched upon divine power.

So, in the second before his resurrection, he could be considered a demigod wizard with a tiny trace of divine power.

With a genius idea,

he dismembered his nearly resurrected self,

burying his divine power within the bodies of seven servants through the Dark Mark,

preserving it temporarily.

Of course, once he was fully resurrected, that incomplete divine power would vanish.

But that was only for Voldemort himself.

As for his subordinates, they were already elites who had spent years walking the path of dark magic.

With Voldemort's treasury of knowledge,

as well as divine power beyond the realm of demigods,

they naturally became demigods as well.

Uh, the weakest kind.

But seven of them still made for quite the tonic."

Bella had no idea that she was about to become a tonic.

"Kill you, kill you, kill you!"

She had lost all reason. The only thought in her heart was the mad urge to destroy the girl before her.

Dark magic was called dark magic

because one had to harbor evil thoughts to use it.

It would push the wizard who wielded it further toward evil.

And the three Unforgivable Curses were the finest examples of this.

Bella's madness perfectly suited the Cruciatus Curse.

It could be said that even Voldemort could not match her mastery of this curse.

The Cruciatus Curse, which was used only to torture people,

had become a powerful destructive spell in her hands.

The hundred-meter-high prison of Azkaban was reduced to crumbling ruins beneath her curse.

Ginny had