"So after this operation, not only will you not be hunted down, but you will also be one of the heroes who fought off the Dark Lord as an undercover agent of the Ministry of Magic......"

"Anything else you'd like to ask? Lucius? Ivan looked at a few people and asked.

"No, Lord Hals, we don't have anything to ask......" Lucius Malfoy said with a wry smile, shaking his head hurriedly. It seems that we are too ignorant to grasp your deep meaning......"

Goyle and Crabbe also looked ashamed, they thought that Ivan Hals wanted to squeeze out their use value and then force them to die, but they didn't expect that the other party had already arranged everything and gave them a credit by the way.

Of course, danger is inevitable, and they need to save their lives in this super scuffle...... Only those who are alive are entitled to glory!

"Now that you all understand your mission, let's get moving!" Ivan took out a few bottles of the Modified Compound Potion and tossed them to the enforcers, and he had captured a number of Death Eaters during the summer vacation, which came in handy.

The enforcer who got the bottle drank the potion without hesitation, and then his body changed for a moment, taking on the appearance of a Death Eater.

With the addition of Lucius, they already have eleven former Death Eaters here, and bringing so many old faces over can greatly reduce the likelihood of them being exposed.

Ivan was sure that the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban should not have known the news of Voldemort's fiasco in Fall Alley.

After all, Voldemort is very face-saving, and it is impossible to tell Bella and others about this kind of trouble, which means that they don't know that a group of Death Eaters have been captured by themselves, and this opportunity is very rare.

Thinking of this, Ivan took out the last of the improved compound decoction and drank it, his body became a little taller in a tug, his eyes became narrower, his nose was flat, and the top of his head was even smoother, which made Ivan very uncomfortable.

"Sure enough, it's not ordinary ugly!" Ivan waved his wand to conjure a mirror, looked at the strange appearance of this body, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Tom Riddle is really himself......

"Lucius!" Ivan suddenly turned his head and said hello.

"Do you have any other orders, Lord Hals?" Lucius asked cautiously.

Ivan didn't reply, but his gaze became sharper and sharper.

Lucius immediately realized the mistake in his title, and quickly corrected it. "The Dark Lord...... No, master, do you have any commands? ”

"From now on, keep me in mind who I am!" Ivan glared at Lucius fiercely, then looked around, his gaze sweeping to everyone below. "If someone makes a mistake later, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The wizards present nodded in unison, and Lucius and the others looked even trembling, looking at Ivan in black robes in front of them, they even had a feeling of really facing Voldemort......

"So...... Let's get started! Ivan reminded him, waved his wand, and disappeared first.

McNeil, Lucius, and the others also hurriedly cast phantom shifts.

……

In the waters of the North Sea, on an isolated island.

With a violent spatial fluctuation, more than twenty figures appeared in front of the prison door out of thin air.

The seven Aurors in charge of guarding the guard noticed that something was wrong at the first time, but before they could raise the alarm, they were hit by a large number of spells and fainted.

"Azkaban is such an important place, and there are only so many people guarding it?" Ivan looked at the Aurors who had fallen to the ground and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"The real guards here are the Dementors, and the Ministry of Magic has sent a few Aurors just to oversee these monsters so that they don't recreate chaos." McNeil explained.

If it weren't for the few Dementor riots in the past, there would have been fewer Aurors stationed here, because not many people liked such drudgery.

Ivan nodded, and then looked up at the sky, the dark clouds in the sky were getting closer and closer, and something was faintly entangled, and from time to time several strange figures in black cloaks could be seen floating out of the prison windows, gradually converging and gathering.

"It's the Dementors, they're coming!" Lucius squinted and pulled out the wand from his waist.

According to intelligence, Azkaban has nearly 200 Dementor guards, and these disgusting, illusory monsters can be very troublesome if they attack on a large scale......

McNeil and the others were also uncomfortable, it was uncomfortable to be surrounded by Dementors, and a gloomy chill seemed to rob them of their vitality.

Even Ivan frowned, looked at the restless Dementors, and scolded sharply. "What are you doing here, have you forgotten the agreement between us? Do what you have to do! ”

The Dementors floated around a few times, soaking up the emotion called happiness, and seemed to be a little reluctant, but a ball of light made of white mist quickly collided and exploded in midair.

When the blinding white light touched the dementors, it corroded their bodies as quickly as sulfuric acid, and the frightened dementors quickly scattered as if they remembered something, and soon disappeared on the island.

Ivan didn't bother to pay attention to the whereabouts of these Dementors, they were a bit of a bad brain, so even if he had some combat power, he didn't plan to take the Dementors with him to attack the Ministry of Magic, in case something bad would be over.

"Let's go! Confringo~！ (Thunderbolt explosion)" Ivan raised his hand, and a crimson flame floated out, expanding into a four-meter-sized fireball in the wind, and slamming into the solid iron gate in front of him.

The flames soared into the sky, and a violent roar sounded immediately, and the entire island shook violently, and the gate of Azkaban was blown open in an instant, and Ivan broke in directly with McNeil and others......

Stepping inside, Ivan suddenly found that the entire interior of Azkaban was dilapidated, dark and damp, with an unpleasant stench, untended earthen walls and rust on the pillars of the cell.

The prisoners, awakened by the sound of the explosion, dragged their tired bodies and leaned out of the iron door of the cage, and the cries for help continued.

But after seeing Ivan's appearance clearly, the wizards who wanted to ask for help seemed to be choked by the throat by death, and panic and fear appeared on their faces, only a messy male wizard laughed wildly, banged the door hard, and screamed loudly.

"The hosts! I knew it...... You will definitely come to the rescue of our ......."