Azkaban – It's a name that makes all wizards shudder.

It caused second only fear to English wizards, as there have been countless cases of Azkaban since the establishment of this infamous place.

The creature closely associated with Azkaban is the Dementors, the caretakers of Azkaban, who are praised by countless wizards as demonic beings.

Being imprisoned in a wizard's prison is not simply a restriction of personal freedom - those Dementors have endless ways to torment every prisoner, even if they don't do anything, and their mere existence is enough to make any wizard lose hope and joy and fall into the abyss of despair.

For hundreds of years, the Dementors have been at the behest of the Ministry of Magic, allowing the Ministry to safely hand over the most difficult criminals, countless captured Death Eaters, and dark wizards with a fanatical pursuit of dark magic.

Unfortunately, although the rebellion was a matter of time, the timing was greatly advanced.

That's right, the entire Azkaban is no longer under the control of the Ministry of Magic at this moment, but has become Voldemort's place of residence at this moment.

The reason for their betrayal was simple - in order to get Wormtail, the Ministry of Magic eventually accepted Dumbledore's offer and gave up all responsibility for Allen, including several slaughters of Dementors.

This seemed to the Ministry of Magic to be a normal transaction.

Even the Ministry of Magic personnel still know that the Dementors are just a group of useful tools - the mere fact that being with them makes people lose all their happiness is enough to make everyone lose their liking for this creature, not to mention, although the Ministry of Magic has not announced it to the outside world, they still have a pretty good idea of what the Dementors are doing in Azkaban- The pure-bloods that came out were better, and those Muggle-born wizards, especially those who didn't have any relatives, it was normal for a few to die unexpectedly every year.

In short, in the eyes of the successive ministers of magic and their cronies, the Dementor is just a disgusting obedient dog, and there is only such a benefit as being obedient - of course, in the future, the Dementor of Minister Fudge's personal bodyguard lost control and sucked Barty's soul out of control, I don't know if it was from the minister's instructions, after all, there will be a Umbridge in the future who magically made the Dementor lose control and find Harry...

So, after the last deal, the Ministry of Magic comfortingly threw a few fleshy bones - they threw a few of the guys who were imprisoned and imprisoned into it, compensated for the Dementors with a little food, and nothing happened after that.

Well, it's nothing—at least that's what Secretary Fudge thinks.

It's a pity that the Dementors are not dogs, and their own dogs have demolished their homes at most, and the worst thing is to shake hands with the uninvited Liangshang gentleman or something, and the Dementors have chosen to betray themselves after thinking that they have been treated unfairly.

To be precise, it was a betrayal in advance - because there was a reason, the time of the rebellion was a little earlier.

As Dumbledore said, Voldemort is best at demagoguery, and even a good-hearted wizard will unknowingly do things he can't believe when tempted by him, let alone Voldemort encountering these Dementors who are already dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic.

In the old days, Voldemort might not have taken a huge risk to contact the Dementors, but whether it was the information about what happened to the Dementors on campus brought by Wormtail, or the information that Barty Jr. confided after meeting him, the information of the Death Eaters who were still in Azkaban after his disappearance were still loyal to seek his footsteps, all prompted him to make up his mind to contact the Dementors.

At this moment, Azkaban has been freed from the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, but only a few of the imprisoned Death Eaters have been released - all of them are hardcore Death Eaters who were frantically torturing the Longbottoms behind with Barty Jr.

Therefore, even though the Ministry of Magic escorted the prisoners several times on a regular basis, it still did not realize that the place had quietly changed owners.

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"Master, as you can see, I have brought Harry Potter to you. Little Barty's humble voice rang out, his voice almost fanatically deformed, but respectful as if he was about to kneel down and kiss the boot of the man in front of him in the next second—if there was a Voldemort the size of a baby in front of him.

"I couldn't be more satisfied with you—" A serpent-like voice sounded from the little cloth bag, making little Barty's expression even more ecstatic.

"Batan, take me over and let me have a good look at our guests. Voldemort's voice leaked through the baggage, and the baby-like cloth bag was lifted up to the unconscious Harry.

"What a delicious prey, Barty, how long have we been preparing for this guest?how much effort have we spent on that vast plan, dirty gambler, filthy goblin, ignorant dark wizard? And then that fool's tail nearly disrupted our perfect plan—if it hadn't been for Barty's venture, we don't know how long we would have to wait to see this guest—" The hoarse voice sighed, but suddenly transformed, and became extremely cold.

"So, what are you waiting for!"

The order was quickly executed.

Rodolphus, who had been waiting on the sidelines, quickly left the ground where he was standing, and it didn't take long for him to push a huge stone cauldron with both hands - the pot had already been prepared at this moment with expensive potions, and the decoction that used a large number of precious herbs took on a strange almost water-like color at the moment, and if someone could knock over this pot of potions at this time, Voldemort's resurrection would have to be delayed for at least a whole month.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

The wand succeeded in boiling the expensive potion again, its surface beating wildly, and even splattering sparks from time to time, as if someone had set it on fire.

With a pilgrimage gaze, Batan, who was holding Voldemort, unwrapped the package, then lifted the slimy, eyeless, ugly creature with scales and dark red flesh inside, completely ignoring the boiling potion and flames, and calmly put Voldemort into the pot.

"Shall we begin, master?"

"Now, of course—" The voice was cold, but with irrepressible joy