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Without the help of boats or other means of transportation, a black-robed man suddenly appeared on the shoreline and set foot on the island of Azkaban.

The rumbling sound of the waves crashing against the walls and rocks is perhaps 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 intimidating, and most of the criminals were imprisoned in it with almost infinite despair, but they were left alive.

"I'm coming, my loyal men. The man whispered, "I have come to your rescue, and in return for your loyalty, you will receive the highest glory and my honor." ”

Voldemort, he's come to rob the prison, or rather, to reassemble his forces.

He had never been imprisoned by Azkaban, but he was not ignorant of the place, on the contrary, he knew it thoroughly.

Azkaban has existed since the 15th century, dating back to earlier times, and was originally not a prison, but as a sorcerer's residence.

The wizard, who called himself Akrizdis, was a powerful and mad dark wizard who took pleasure in seducing, torturing, and killing Muggle sailors in the middle of the sea, and even raised a group of Sirens.

Their singing voices are so natural that even the Witch Babies of the wizarding world are half as good as them, and they can get the best navigators lost in their course and let them run into the rocks.

Wizards used their power to capture Muggles, and day after day, year after year, the banshees were happy to see it happen, as if it were their fate, fulfilling their instincts to make them happy and satisfied.

But one day, this rule will be broken.

As with all vulgar love stories, they fall in love at first sight with a sailor on deck, and they abandon their singing and choose silence.

The sailors on board had been on guard, and when he heard that the waters were full of charismatic krakens, whose songs were intoxicating wine and deadly poison, he plugged his ears with wax and tied himself to the mast with chains.

But it's useless.

The siren's song pierces everything, and the seducer's passion can break something harder than chains and masts.

He was even complacent as the sailors crossed the sea, and he saw the movements of the Krakens, and he thought they were singing, but he had already been on guard.

The banshees' necks were turning, they were breathing deeply, their eyes were full of tears, their mouths were half open, but they were more beautiful than ever, stretching their limbs and spinning, spreading their formidable hair and letting it flutter in the wind, holding their hooks and claws against the rocks.

How fascinating is the power of love.

But the sailor will never know for the rest of his life that there was a group of krakens who once loved him on the boundless sea.

The Krakens gain fleeting love, but pay the price - they lose the ability to sing forever.

The sailors also escaped under the release of the Kraken

This caused the dark wizard to be furious, and he killed all the sirens.

It wasn't until he died of old age, when the Concealment Spell he had cast failed, that the Ministry of Magic became aware of the existence of the island or structure.

It was full of Dementors, and they speculated, perhaps the emotions that had spread from the desperate sirens before death had drawn them in.

After that, the magic part was for both factions, and many authorities considered Azkaban to be an evil place and it was better to destroy it. Others fear that if the Dementors who occupy the castle are left homeless, the consequences will be severe. These creatures are already too powerful to be killed. Many fear terrible reprisals if they destroy the habitat where the Dementors thrive. The walls of the building seemed to be soaked in grief and pain, and the Dementors insisted on staying here. Experts who study the relationship between architecture and the dark arts believe that Azkaban itself has the potential to take revenge on anyone who tries to destroy it. For these reasons, the fortress was abandoned for many years and became home to the 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 time, trouble, and expense.

And the subsequent authorities only saw the prison's perfect record in holding prisoners.

Azkaban, and so on.

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

He himself doesn't know the Patronus Charm, it's one of the few magic he hasn't dabbled in, but he doesn't need to, Voldemort himself represents the ultimate evil, he is the embodiment of fear and despair, and the Dementors are almost ineffective against him.

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

Hordes of strange creatures, with a rumbling sound from their feet, rushed over the sand and rushed towards him.

There are tails that breathe fire, that is the fried tail snails, which are the main force of the guards of Azkaban today, as their numbers grow, their lethality increases geometrically, they wave their giant pincers at this time, and they are cruel by nature to achieve a temporary peace within their own people, which means that they are unprecedentedly united, hunting against foreign invaders.

A terrifying water snake rose from the water not far away, the thickness of a bucket, and it was terrifying, and it shook its body and slammed into them.

The thick column of water made a splash in all directions, and the flames at the tail of the conch were immediately extinguished, and the creatures were dying in an instant, lying stiffly on the sand.

"Oh, vulnerable. Voldemort glanced disdainfully at the creatures that were not far from death, and continued towards the castle of Azkaban, where the prisoner was being held.

"Twing!" The ancient trees on the road on both sides of the path seemed to feel the invasion of foreign enemies, and they swayed their bodies excitedly, as if they were brewing something, and made strange noises.

"What a nasty trick. Voldemort's brow furrowed again.

At this time, a sea breeze suddenly blew on the coastline, and the tall ancient trees seemed to have spirituality, and with the help of the wind, they bent their torsos backwards, like bows and arrows that were accumulating, as if they would break at any time.

Whoosh!

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

The fruit of the tree launched a fierce attack on the intruder with the strength of Fang Cai.

It's a fruit that looks like a coconut. , at this time it was like a salvo of cannonballs.

"Sting!"

Almost instantly, the group of fruits that shot at Voldemort had a few cracks in their hard shells, and they had a very anthropomorphic demeanor.

The stick figure eyes and mouth were very comical, and the angry eyes were very out of tune with them.

Voldemort felt a brutal greed in them. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.