Chapter 73 The Final Confrontation part 4

In the middle of the night, outside Azkaban, Sasuke stood alone, his expression unreadable. The cold wind whipped around him, carrying the distant sound of crashing waves against the prison's rocky outcrop. The air was heavy with the remnants of recent battles, and the sky above was still dark, the stars obscured by lingering storm clouds.

Bellatrix and Clarissa stood a few paces behind him, their expressions wary and filled with uncertainty. Sasuke's Sharingan glowed faintly in the dim light.

"Sasuke," Clarissa's voice broke through his reverie, her tone angry. "Why are you trying to ruin my life?"

Sasuke turned to face her, his eyes steady. "You should control your tone. I already got what I wanted, so even if you die today, it wouldn't affect me."

Clarissa's eyes narrowed as she realized she might not be as important as she thought. She could envision her future, where she would be hunted or sent back to Azkaban, and this time, if she had bad luck, she might be killed. Biting her lips, she said, "If you can get back my property, I can agree to your request, but you cannot force my daughters to become yours."

"You don't have to worry about that," Sasuke replied calmly. "If they don't want to, I won't force them."

"Aren't you forcing me?" Clarissa said.

"I'm not forcing you. I didn't come here to make you my woman. The reason you are in such a bad situation is because you overestimated yourself. Let me tell you, the healing potion the Ministry of Magic lost was used to revive Voldemort."

Bellatrix, hearing this, said, "Little boy, it's time for you to surrender to the Dark Lord."

Looking at Bellatrix, Sasuke said, "I don't think so. I have already sent someone to make sure he is dead again. If you don't believe me, we can go to Hogwarts tomorrow."

Bellatrix crossed her arms, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Do you think there is any wizard who can harm the Dark Lord?"

"You don't have to worry," Sasuke replied. "The person I sent is a ninja, not a wizard. We have been trained since the age of six for the sole purpose of being killers. While she might not have a bloodline, her training and my special gifts will make sure she succeeds."

Sasuke's Sharingan flared slightly. "If bloodline is your criteria for choosing a master, I think in this world there is no one better than me."

The tension between them was palpable. To defuse the situation, Clarissa asked, "Do you think you will be able to face the Ministry of Magic?"

Smiling a little, Sasuke replied, "They have never been my concern."

Bellatrix, on the other hand, struggled as she realized this little boy had a better bloodline and strength, and this idea didn't suit her. Her loyalty to Voldemort came from her family's belief in bloodline and strength, and this boy had both. Shaking this thought, she decided that as soon as she had a chance to get a wand, she would end his life. As soon as this thought came to her mind, the collar on her neck started to cause pain in her entire body. As she fell to the ground, twitching, she heard Sasuke's say, "I guess I forgot to tell you what you're wearing is a slave collar. Even if you had any bad thoughts and tried anything against me, this will give you a little punishment."

Clarissa, watching this, got worried. "Do I also have to wear that collar?"

"No, it's only for her because I believe that without absolute strength, it would be difficult for her to change her mind," Sasuke said. As Bellatrix finally ceased twitching, Sasuke took out an old wand and handed it to her, then gave the order, "Go inside and kill your useless husband." Hearing Sasuke, her body forcefully started to move, and she entered Azkaban. This order was simply to let her know that she had a new master, whether she wanted to or not. The reason for this strange order was that Sasuke knew she didn't care about her husband.

When she finally came out, they moved away from Azkaban. Upon reaching the Greengrass house, Clarissa started to check on her daughters. In the stillness of the night, Sasuke found a moment to reflect. He knew this time what he did wasn't good, so he started to console himself.

At the same time, Parkinson and some of his friends arrived at his house. Going to his room, where they could communicate with each other, everyone sat down with complicated expressions. The fight had only lasted a few exchanges, but it was enough to shock them.

Lucius, removing his mask, said, "Was that even magic? That giant skeleton... Even from that distance, I could feel my blood turning cold."

Another person added, "If Dumbledore had decided to fight, we at least have some idea of his capability; now we are left with all the guesswork."

"Gentlemen, I don't think we need to consider Sasuke's strength; there is no doubt it will only continue to increase," another person said.

"It's useless for us to plan now. What we need to know is what he wants, and as long as it isn't too much, I believe we should provide it," Lucius said calmly.

Everyone agreed to this. Regardless of whether they joined him or not, it was better to have a good relationship. "Parkinson, I think you should try to find out his goal since you're the closest currently."

Hearing this, Parkinson agreed to Lucius's suggestion. As everyone was chatting, one of the house elves brought a letter. After Parkinson read the letter, he looked at everyone. "Gentlemen, it looks like we have an invitation from Dumbledore to solve the current situation," he said, passing the letter around for everyone to read. "It looks like we are going to have an eventful time," Lucius said, and everyone agreed, preparing for the meeting tomorrow.