"What the hell is Bellatrix waiting for in this godforsaken place?"
In a corner, a scruffy, listless wizard had barely voiced his complaint before the others, who had been bored out of their minds, began chiming in.
"Exactly! How much longer do we have to wait? I'm sick of eating roast meat!"
"Why did I leave my fine wine and mansion behind just to come here and suffer like this?"
"They said the current Dark Lord was a fake, and our master was still waiting for us to resurrect him. So why have we spent so long in this deserted place? And why are we fighting all these people we don't even know?"
"Argh, I'm going mad! We might as well go back to England and submit to Shawn."
As these seven or eight people grumbled, Bellatrix emerged from the large treehouse at the very back with several wizards who looked to be in good spirits.
A flicker of madness crossed her face. Without a word, she drew her wand and pointed it at the wizard who had complained first.
"Crucio!"
"Aaargh!"
The wizard struck by the curse rolled across the muddy ground, screaming miserably as his eyes rolled back in his head.
He was none other than the bankrupt Selwyn.
His son, Young Selwyn, who had dropped out of school, watched in terror. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground as a puddle of yellow liquid slowly spread beneath his crotch.
Besides his fear, he resented his father for coming here to suffer. Even if they had lost ninety percent of their family assets, at least they could have scraped by peacefully in England.
Young Selwyn watched as Bellatrix relentlessly subjected his father to the Cruciatus Curse while snarling at the other wizards, who dared not meet