Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Without the help of boats or other means of transportation, a man in black robes suddenly appeared on the coastline and set foot on this island belonging to Azkaban.

The waves slapped the beach walls and rocks wantonly, making a rumbling sound, which may be the most common sound among the islands in the depths of the sea.

He casually looked at the granite castle-like building in front of him. The towering fortress was daunting. Most criminals were imprisoned in it and could only taste near-infinite despair.

"I'm here, my loyal subordinates." The man whispered, "I'm here to rescue you. In return for your loyalty, you will receive supreme honor and my respect."

Voldemort, he's coming to jail, or rather, to rebuild his power.

He had never been imprisoned by Azkaban, but he didn't know everything about it, on the contrary, he knew it very well.

Azkaban has existed since the 15th century, and its construction dates back to earlier times. It was not originally a prison, but existed as a wizard's residence.

The wizard called himself Ekrizdis, an extremely powerful and crazy dark wizard. He lured, tortured, and killed Muggle sailors in the sea for fun. For this reason, he even kept a group of sirens. --Sirens.

Their singing is like the sound of nature, even the veela in the wizarding world is half a bit inferior, making the best navigators get lost in the course and let them hit the rocks and destroy them.

Wizards use their power to capture Muggles, so day after day, year after year, the banshees are also happy to see it, this seems to be their destiny, and fulfilling their instincts is enough to make them happy and satisfied.

But one day, this rule was broken.

Like all vulgar love stories, they fell in love at first sight with a sailor on deck, and they gave up their singing in favor of silence.

The sailor on the ship was well prepared. He heard that there were charming sea monsters in this sea area. Their songs were intoxicating wine, but also deadly poison. So he plugged his ears with wax and bound himself with chains. up the mast.

But this is useless.

The song of the siren can penetrate everything, and the passion of the tempted can shatter anything harder than chains and masts.

When the sailors crossed the sea, he was even complacent. He saw the movements of the sea monsters.

He thought they were singing, but he had already taken precautions.

The banshees are turning their necks, they are breathing deeply, their eyes are full of tears, their mouths are half-open, but they are prettier than ever, splayed and swirled, and their dreaded hair is let loose. They fluttered in the wind, holding their claws on the rocks.

How fascinating is the power of love.

But the sailor will never know in his whole life that on the boundless sea, there was a group of sea monsters who loved him.

The Krakens gained fleeting love, but it came at a price—they lost their ability to sing forever.

The sailors also escaped under the release of the sea monsters

This made the dark wizard furious, and he killed all the sirens.

It wasn't until after he died of old age that the Invisibility Charm he cast expired and the Ministry of Magic became aware of the existence of the island or the building.

There were dementors all over the place at that time, they guessed, maybe it was the emotions spread by the desperate sirens before their death, which attracted them.

After the magic part is for both factions, many pundits believe that Azkaban is an evil place and it is best to destroy it. Others worry about the dire consequences of leaving the dementors occupying the castle homeless. These creatures are already too powerful to be killed. Many fear terrible retribution if they destroy the habitat where the Dementors thrive. The walls of the building seemed to be soaked with grief and pain, and the Dementors insisted on staying here. Experts who study the relationship between architecture and dark magic believe that Azkaban itself has the potential to exact revenge on anyone who tries to destroy it. For these reasons, the fort was abandoned for many years, and became home to a growing population of Dementors.

Of course, these eventually fell apart with the rise of a dictator who forcibly pushed for the construction of Azkaban Prison so that, according to him, the Dementors could be used like guards, saving the department's time, Reduce hassle and expense.

Subsequent authorities have only seen the prison's perfect record in terms of detaining prisoners.

Azkaban, and so on.

And Voldemort came here today, and the purpose is not simply to rob prison. He also wants to go to him to rebel against those evil creatures and make them turn their backs for his own use.

He doesn't know the Patronus Charm himself. It's one of the few magics he hasn't dabbled in, but he doesn't need it either. Voldemort himself represents the ultimate evil. He is the embodiment of fear and despair. invalid.

But looking at the now empty island with nothing but the castle, Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and he noticed a trace of abnormality.

Groups of strange creatures made a rumbling sound under their feet, crossed the sand, and rushed towards him.

Those whose tails are spitting fire are those with flaming tails. This is the main force of Azkaban's guards today. As the number increases, their lethality increases geometrically. At this time, they are waving their giant pincers , cruel by nature, they have reached a temporary peace within their own group, which means that they have unprecedented unity and hunt for foreign invaders.

A terrifying water snake suddenly rose from the sea not far away, and it was as thick as a bucket.

The thick water column stirred up the sky and sprayed all around. The flames at the tail of the exploding snails were extinguished immediately, and these creatures were dying in a blink of an eye, lying on the sand stiffly.

"Oh, vulnerable." Voldemort glanced at the creatures not far from death, and continued to walk towards the prisoner Azkaban Castle.

"Jijiji!" The ancient trees on the roads on both sides of the trail seemed to feel the invasion of foreign enemies. They swayed their bodies excitedly, as if something was brewing, making strange noises.

"What a nasty trick." Voldemort frowned again.

At this time, a sea breeze suddenly blew across the coastline, and the group of tall ancient trees seemed to have spirituality. With the help of the wind, they bent their torso back, like a bow and arrow that was charging, as if it would break at any time.

Whoosh whoosh!

The wind stopped, and almost at the same moment, they straightened their bodies again, releasing the power they had just accumulated.

The fruit on the tree launched a violent attack on the intruder with the strength just now.

It was a fruit that looked very much like a coconut. , at this time like a salvo of artillery shells.

"Stab!"

Almost in an instant, the group of fruits shot at Voldemort, the hard shell cracked a few times, with a very anthropomorphic demeanor.

The stick figure-like eyes and mouth look very funny, and the angry eyes don't match it.

Voldemort felt a brutal greed from them.