The woman with withered hair in a black robe knelt down in front of him, moving her knees on the cold floor. She threw herself at Voldemort's feet. The fifteen years in Azkaban had taken away her beauty, giving her haggardness and madness that had been erased by magic. What kind of fanaticism is burning in these crazy eyes at this moment?
"My God." Bella bowed her head devoutly. She held Voldemort's wizard robe and kissed the edge of the robe.
Voldemort, who had regained his handsomeness and magic power, looked at Bella's head and smiled meaningfully——
"You're back, Bella."
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