Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

North Sea. ☜

Azkaban is dark and dark, as if it is the end of the world and the end of the world.

Lucius didn't even know how he got here in such a state of confusion. He seemed to be stuck in a fast river and could not escape. He could only be carried forward. When he came to his senses, the gray tower standing like bones on the other side was already close. In front of you.

He looked back and saw that the number of wizards who came with them was even larger. After the gathering that only belonged to the twenty-eight holy pure bloods, although they said they would take action immediately, each family still brought some status and more. Lower pure blood and some mixed blood.

At this moment, everyone was wearing masks and black robes, which was darker than the black water surging in the North Sea.

"Isn't Snape here?"

Someone squeezed in front of Lucius. In the whirlwind of the world, Lucius couldn't even tell who the person under the mask was. It took almost ten seconds before he realized that this person was talking to him. But the sound was made erratic by the rising waves.

"I've contacted him." Lucius swallowed his saliva and said. At that time, he wanted to fish in troubled waters and write two letters, one to Snape and one to Cyrus, but with dozens of pairs of eyes watching him, he finally decided Don't have the guts.

As for the letter to Snape, the gist of it is sparse.

It was impossible for him to reveal his plan before confirming whether the other party would participate.

"It seems that he really betrayed!" The wizard snorted coldly, branding Snape as a traitor, and felt disgusted and disgusted with Snape's behavior from the bottom of his heart, and even extended to Snape. Pu this person.

Just like how loyal he is.

Lucius refused to comment. His mind was blank now. The black waves kept rising and crashing on the sea. The splashes were like cold and hot nails, piercing him hard. soul.

"Because of the traitor Pettigrew, the Ministry of Magic noticed that the dementors had loopholes in their role as guards, so they specially transferred a few wizards to join them." A wizard with sufficient information said, "This is a good thing for us, Ao Robbie is easier to deal with than the dementors!"

Hearing these words, Lucius' dull eyes suddenly reflected the shadows of the "ghosts" wandering around the ruined tower. Although the number of remaining dementors was less than before, there were still a number of them.

"Azkaban already has a counter-curse for disembodiment. We caught it off guard. By the time the Ministry of Magic knew about it, it was already too late!" one of the wizards said excitedly.

Then, there was the sound of nearly a hundred people taking out their wands.

Lucius also immediately pressed the top of the gentleman's staff in his left hand and drew out a short stick like a sword.

His wand is very short, so he deliberately added a little silver decoration at the end.

"rush!"

I don't know who shouted, and hundreds of people rushed towards Azkaban with high emotions.

They all rode flying broomsticks with excellent performance, passing over the sea like a black whirlwind, leaving a sound of tearing the air!

Those Dementors who were wandering in the sky like sharks felt this emotion earlier than the Aurors, and immediately left the Gray Tower and leaned towards the group of people. They drag their long black clothes, like dirty souls left behind.

"Shoot them down!"

Hundreds of people shot black spells into the sky at the same time. There was almost no magic in this world that could kill dementors, but as long as these things still had entities, they were not invincible.

Black spells flew out densely like missiles. A dementor was hit in the chest and immediately flew backwards as if it was hit by a speeding truck. The body reversed in the air like a dead leaf. It took him hundreds of meters to get rid of the power of the curse.

It looked very angry and attacked again.

However, it underestimated the wizard.

Those spells continued one after another, and the Dementors in the sky could not get close to them at all. They were constantly being knocked away, and the front line also retreated one after another.

Lucius didn't even know if he was taking aim. He ignored the spells after they were cast from his wand. He just raised his arms and kept attacking. He kept attacking. Even his arms were sore. .

Those dementors were either shot away or simply shot down and fell into the sea. The turbulent currents took them to unknown directions, or they might directly freeze the small piece of seawater and seal themselves in it. .

Seeing this scene, the Death Eaters had more ideas.

"Seal their actions!"

Needless to say, several smarter wizards have already done this. They threw out the scattered objects on their bodies and turned them into ropes, chains or thorns with a click of their wands, and instantly destroyed the dementors. The tattered robes on their bodies were pierced, and they were tied tightly!

Several wizards also joined forces to cast floating spells to raise the seawater, forming water prisons to block them, and then there was a sound:

"Quick freeze!"

The water prison, together with the trapped dementors, froze into a huge ice ball in an instant. These ice balls fell into the sea and drifted along the ocean currents to unknown directions.

Azkaban's first line of defense, the dementors that caused countless headaches, collapsed in this way. But in the final analysis, the reason why this kind of thing is so feared is simply because the prisoners imprisoned in Azkaban are defenseless.

The Aurors on the island also noticed something was wrong at this moment. In fact, they should have noticed it earlier, but they had been surrounded by dementors and their mood had been extremely low. On the contrary, they have recovered a little now.

As soon as they recovered, they saw the Death Eaters in the distance pressing in like locusts all over the sky!

"Fight immediately and find a way to contact the Ministry of Magic!"

One of the Aurors shouted. He lit the fire and planned to use the Floo network to connect to the Ministry of Magic, but he was still a step too late. Before the green flame ignited, a green lightning had already fallen across the waves!

"Avada Kendawa!"

The spell hit the Auror's chest and knocked his body away. He rolled around on the ground with wide eyes like a broken doll.

he died.

The next moment is massacre!

So relaxing.

The Death Eater stepped on the Auror's already cold body with a proud smile on his face. This feeling of freedom, this feeling of being able to easily take someone else's life away, I haven't experienced it for more than ten years.

Didn't they initially follow Voldemort's footsteps just to be better and to be superior?

Things like law can only be used to rule those mixed-blood or lowly mudbloods, and they should be based on it!

Lucius raised his wand again and blasted open the door to Azkaban!

Bella actually always knew this day would come.

She never believed that her master could be defeated by a baby, let alone that he was dead. Until recently, the dark mark on her arm reacted again, allowing her to suddenly regain her consciousness from madness and numbness.

The Dark Mark was scorching hot, but it became the only thing she could keep warm in the cold Azkaban.

However, Bella was disappointed when the spell blasted through the door of Azkaban.

Standing outside the door were a group of timid rats. Even now, they had wrapped themselves up tightly, showing no trace of confidence in the Dark Lord.

But the figure she had been looking forward to seeing did not appear.

Her hands and feet were still shackled, and she was extremely thin. Under her messy hair were sunken cheeks and eye sockets.

"Where's the Dark Lord?"

The Dark Lord didn't come in person?

Or does he already feel that he, the losers imprisoned in Azkaban, is no longer important?

Thinking of this, Bella felt like she was about to be abandoned. Twelve years of prison life had nearly broken her spirit. She couldn't stand the stimulation at this moment, and the madness in her eyes was like a mad dog. .

At this time, of course, only Lucius could speak.

new

Almost all twenty-eight purebloods are related, but the one with the closest relationship to Bella is of course Lucius, who married Bella's sister.

"The master hasn't shown up yet, but I think he will be back soon."

"Didn't show up?" Bella sneered. Not only she, but also the other liberated Death Eaters lowered their heads and let out harsh laughter, as if the people who had suffered twelve years in prison were not them, but Lucius.

"Master doesn't trust you, right?" Bella's husband, Rosdolph Lestrange, also sang along with her. He was tall, but with a thin appearance. At this moment, he looked crazy and vicious, like a fierce animal. wolf.

He is ruthless and cold, and has little affection for his wife. Even during the more than ten years of prison life, the two of them lived next to each other without much communication. However, he was extremely loyal to Voldemort.

When he faced the trial twelve years ago, he did not even say a word of surrender.

To be honest, such a person deserves to be called a core member of the Death Eaters, the real backbone! It was also in line with Voldemort's expectation that they would have no fear and that even death would be eaten away.

"Humph, traitor!"

These liberated Death Eaters snorted coldly, as if they wanted to get rid of the losers like Lucius immediately, but they did not do so. On the one hand, they did not have wands in their hands; The right to make decisions on behalf of one’s own master.

The life and death of these traitors should be entirely in the hands of the Dark Lord!

"Don't go too far. Don't forget that it was us who saved you!" Many of the wizards traveling with Lucius were insulted in this way and immediately became dissatisfied.

They were just afraid of Voldemort, but they were not inferior to these prisoners, so naturally they were unwilling to swallow their anger.

"You saved us? I hope not!" Bella laughed wildly at first, then suddenly her face turned cold, and her white and withered fingers suddenly pinched the wizard's throat.

At the same time, the wizard also pressed his wand against Bella's temple. However, his hand holding the wand could not stop shaking, and his face was filled with fear. Bella didn't look like she was being threatened with a wand at all, because she knew that the loser in front of her couldn't possibly do anything to her.

How dare a traitor harm the Dark Lord's henchmen?

"The master will be back soon. Even if you don't come, it won't be long before we are rescued!" Bella looked forward to it. "More than ten years have passed. A few months, I'll wait. I can afford it!”

Compared to seeing a bunch of disgusting traitors as soon as she was released from prison, she naturally yearned more to see the master she longed for!

But Bella is very confident that when the news of her escape from prison spreads, the Dark Lord will definitely call her back to him.

So she let go of the frightened wizard and walked madly towards the cold sea!

But to her disappointment, things did not develop as she expected.

On the third day of the Azkaban prison break, the Ministry of Magic finally discovered something was wrong because it could not contact the Aurors stationed in Azkaban. The whole Azkaban prison break was finally exposed like window paper. .

At this time, the entire British wizarding world was in an uproar.

It was like a dream. Azkaban, which had been standing for centuries, was actually breached like this? !

Not to mention other people, even Dumbledore was a little unbelievable when he saw the Daily Prophet.

Cyrus had no idea that Lucius's so-called action would be such a big deal.

"Based on the time, it should have been three days ago. These Death Eaters are still restrained. Not surprisingly, it's because they don't have a wand in their hands," said Cyrus.

Death Eaters, especially the Death Eaters who have been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years, their brains have already gone crazy to the point of abnormality, and their hearts are probably filled with the desire for destruction and abuse. Apart from not having a wand in their hands, Cyrus could think of no reason why they should not come out and cause havoc.

"Or maybe Voldemort has already met them."

Dumbledore thought that maybe Voldemort was restraining them.

Voldemort had experienced several failures and was suppressed by him and Cyrus. Even if he was resurrected, it would not be too high-profile.

Judging from the initial operations after Voldemort's resurrection in the original book, at least Voldemort was not so arrogant that he thought he would be invincible as long as he survived.

He first actively united different races to strengthen his own forces, and then made the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore appear to be inseparable, weakening Dumbledore's controllable power. At that time, the Ministry of Magic even became directly hostile to Dumbledore, and the rift between the two parties continued to exist until Fudge stepped down.

As for setting up a scheme to lure Harry to the Ministry of Magic, etc., it is enough to see that Voldemort is far from a fool.

It wasn't until Dumbledore died that Voldemort's arrogance and madness completely exceeded his wisdom, because he felt that no one could stand in his way anymore, just like Superman with a super brain, because the more powerful I almost gave up thinking because of my strength.

The two people were talking when the door to the principal's office was suddenly pushed open.

A greasy black figure swooped in like a bat.

"Dumbledore——" Snape's face was gloomy, holding today's Daily Prophet in his left hand, and pressing his right hand on the inside of his left arm. However, he probably didn't expect Cyrus to be here, so he suddenly stopped. The footsteps, the black hole-like eyes shrank slightly, and the words were paused.

"Hello, Severus." Cyrus greeted him cordially, but Snape looked at Cyrus and Dumbledore and couldn't say a word.

He was originally a double agent for the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, but now, the two people he served were mixed together, and the pain in his arm felt like a ridiculous joke.

Fortunately, Cyrus didn't stay long.

He walked straight to the window: "Then I'll take my leave first. You can worry about Voldemort's affairs yourself."

Cyrus opened the window, and the surging magic power enveloped him like a white mist, and then he floated into the sky like a cloud of smoke blown up by the wind. Dumbledore and Snape were left speechless for a long time.

After a moment, Snape's mouth seemed to move, but it seemed not to move, but no matter what, he still made a sound, his tone full of ridicule.

"So - the greatest wizard of the twentieth century and the most terrifying Dark Lord are colluding?"

"It's just that our enemy is someone else." Dumbledore didn't feel embarrassed at all. He sat up again and looked at Snape calmly, "Okay, Severus, come to me in a hurry. , there must be something going on."

Snape opened his mouth, but then looked at the window where Cyrus left, and for a moment he didn't know if there was anything more necessary to say.

At this moment, in France, Voldemort followed the procedure and first went to the French Ministry of Magic to register, and at the same time he was also assessing the situation of the French Ministry of Magic.

This was his first time to formally enter the French Ministry of Magic.

This place is very different from the British Ministry of Magic. The interior decoration of the Ministry of Magic is bright and clean. In this country, his power has almost no foundation. Compared with Durmstrang in Northern Europe, it is obvious that Voldemort has control over Bubaston in his heart. more important.

This time, he doesn't have to fight against the British. Starting from Paris, using this as his base camp is not a smart plan. At that time, he will be able to control the wizarding power in France, and then join forces with Ms. Rozier from Northern Europe to attack Britain!

Of course, he does not intend to give up the available forces within Britain. When Dumbledore is in trouble internally and externally, he can first deal with Cyrus, then obtain the power of ancient magic, and then destroy Dumbledore!

By then, the European magic world is already within his grasp, and the entire world is within his reach!

Just as he was thinking this, an official from the French Ministry of Magic greeted him.

"Mr. Crouch, how do you feel?" This is a black wizard.

"Not bad," Voldemort looked much happier than when he met Karkaroff in Northern Europe. He nodded and said in a complimentary tone while looking at the exquisite and romantic decorations in the Ministry of Magic.

"I like Paris."