Hogwarts Homecoming

The Death Eaters who had just stepped out of the tunnel onto the surface of Azkaban Island were frightened by the dementors that rushed towards them and rolled back into the tunnel.

At the critical moment, Old Nott screamed at Bode,

"Stop them quickly!"

Time seemed to be slowed down at this moment. Lucius looked at Bode with wide gray eyes, full of expectation, because if Bode could not stop the dementors, they would be in trouble today.

Under the gaze of some rational Death Eaters, Bode, who seemed not to have been affected much by the Dementors, put his hand into his pocket. The next second, his hand suddenly waved towards the attacking Death Eaters, and something was thrown by him. Come out!

It was a piece of parchment that looked to be old. The paper was dark yellow in color, and there were some large and small wormholes in the corners!

When he discovered that it was just a piece of parchment that looked nothing special, the light in Lucius's eyes went out, and his heart fell to the bottom.

But he was not prepared to face death calmly, and his hand reached into his pocket, preparing to activate the door key made by the Dark Lord that would allow them to move from Azkaban, but——

Boom!

There was a thunderous explosion, and the parchment fluttering in the cold air was suddenly nailed in mid-air. The tattered parchment began to radiate endless sky-blue stars into the black sky!

Blue light swept around, the coldness in the air quickly faded, and a silent sense of majesty filled the hearts of every living person.

The dazzling brilliance made Lucius subconsciously squint his eyes, but he could still see the shadow of an exquisite crown on the parchment blooming with infinite blue starlight flickering!

In mid-air, after the incoming dementors were swept by the sky-blue light, they calmed down one by one. They hovered in mid-air and stared at the parchment. Without much emotion, they could only stare coldly. to express distaste for that parchment.

"Now--"

Bode turned and looked at Old Nott,

"You can order their actions."

Crying, cursing, repenting, cursing, begging for mercy. In the high tower of Azkaban, these voices never stop.

In the dark cell, Vitiya, wearing a simple blue-gray blouse and prison pants, sat with her knees bent on the floor covered with some straw, leaning against the cold wall.

She hugged her knees with her arms, her pale side face resting on her arms, and silently stared out into the endless darkness through the small hole in the back wall.

Unlike other prisoners held here, she did not seem to be in a state of madness, and the light of reason still shone in her bright green eyes.

It seemed that the dementors could not have a bad influence on her.

Human thoughts are always free and cannot be restricted by high walls or chains.

"Hogwarts. Never remember hatred"

In the dark abyss, in the eternal silence, the whisper of loss resounded.

The man with silver hair and purple eyes said this to her beside the dreamy ice and snow castle.

The imprisoned Vitiya withdrew her gaze from staring into the abyss. Her face was completely buried in the delicate and white arms, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by darkness and coldness.

A burst of thunder spread through the holes into the cells, and the departing dementors made the prisoners in the cells temporarily away from the terrible nightmare.

They woke up from their sleep and looked at the sky-blue light shining into the cell from the hole in fascination.

The sky in Azkaban is gray and the ground is black. The prisoners who have been deprived of their freedom and even their human rights have never seen such beautiful and warm colors.

Many criminals knelt on the ground almost as if they were worshiping, devoutly gazing at the light shining through the cave entrance and bursting into tears.

Boom!

There was another burst of thunder. No, it was an explosion. The noise was so loud that the criminals could even feel the tower shaking!

In Azkaban Prison, where desperate wailing is the main theme all year round, unusual movement soon came from the bottom of the prison.

There were explosions one after another, and the vibrations continued.

Vidiya, who was immersed in the dead silence in her heart, heard all the movements. She could sense that more and more people were coming upstairs. They released the woman under her cell, and the woman made a sharp and crazy noise. Laughing, but there was no emotion in her heart.

"Miss Cliona--"

Soon, someone came to the floor where she was being held.

A pale face appeared in the darkness outside the cold iron fence.

Lucius stared at the young girl who seemed to be sleeping against the wall in the prison and called softly. When the girl slowly raised her head and cast a calm gaze on him, Lucius's heart trembled. .

A calm gaze and a calm expression would be nothing outside of Azkaban, but here, it was out of character.

But when he thought that the young girl in front of him had even fought with Amosta Brain, Lucius was not so surprised.

"You are here."

Vitiya's pale lips parted slightly, as if she had anticipated this day.

Lucius bent deeply,

"I'm here to get you out on orders from the Dark Lord."

Vitia turned her face sideways and looked deeply at Lucius, as well as the many Death Eaters in the darkness behind Lucius who cast curious and fearful looks at her for a long time -

Vitia stood up slowly. Beside her bare feet, a few withered straws turned from dark yellow to green at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the incredulous stares of Lucius and the others, the end of the straw stretched out with white and tender grass. Thin tentacles.

These white root tentacles quickly climbed up the iron fence, and after a series of teeth-grinding metal twisting sounds, the iron fence was broken.

"Let's go then--"

Vetia said softly, and walked down the stairs alone under the fearful gazes of many Death Eaters.

"Huh, this woman makes me breathless!"

When Vetia disappeared in the darkness downstairs, Old Nott wiped the cold sweat from his forehead,

"She can actually use magic without a wand, no wonder she can help the Dark Lord resurrect, and let Brian spend so much effort to defeat us. All the people are here, Lucius, is it time to retreat?"

"Let's go, the Dark Lord is still waiting for our good news."

Lucius said.

"Hey, it took so long to leave?"

A man still in prison clothes laughed cruelly.

"I said, Dolohov, the master is still waiting for us!"

Lucius's gray eyes flashed with light, and he said sternly as if he had expected something,

"Don't you want to see him earlier?"

"You are not qualified to teach me, Malfoy, you are a hypocrite who is afraid of death and is free outside!"

Dolohov roared ferociously,

"And we have been imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic for fourteen years. Fourteen years! I want to show the Ministry of Magic a little color, I want to release everyone here!"

"I say it again, Dolohov!"

Lucius also roared,

"The Dark Lord is waiting for us, he wants us to go back as soon as possible, and he didn't give me an order to release all the prisoners here. Is the first thing you do after walking out of the cell to disobey the Dark Lord's order!"

"Bluffing!"

Dolohov immediately refuted, but as soon as he shouted, a thin woman beside him rushed out and snatched the wand from Old Nott's hand.

Boom, boom, boom!

Amidst the crazy laughter, cells were blown up one after another, and the surging smoke and dust flooded the floor.

"Stop, Bellatrix!"

Lucius waved his wand to disperse the smoke and dust, but Bellatrix had already rushed to the floor below.

Lucius took a walk and took two steps to chase down, and was greeted by the billowing smoke and dust raised by the explosion.

"I've had enough. If you don't restrain your behavior--"

Lucius's roar was suddenly cut off. He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the two people who staggered out of the smoke and dust.

A woman supported a man and appeared in front of Lucius.

The man was not young, his hair was completely gray, but the light of hatred flashing in his brown eyes was still clear.

And the woman was very young, and her outstanding appearance was not inferior to that of Vitia Cleona.

"If we pledge allegiance--"

The man gazed into Lucius's wary eyes,

"Will your...Dark Lord accept us?"