Time rewind half an hour to the waters of the North Sea.

The Dark Lord, or Tom Riddle, is wearing a tattered cloak and standing on a broken sailboat.

The Dark Lord, who was successfully resurrected with the help of an evil ritual, has completely changed.

Under the black hood, his originally handsome and dashing face became extremely pale and thin, his wise and deep eyes became narrow and long, his soft brown curls fell out, and the bridge of his handsome and straight nose disappeared completely, leaving only two snake-like nostrils embedded in his face.

Tom Riddle has become a complete monster - the kind of terrifying monster that can stop children crying at night.

But, none of that matters.

The Dark Lord stroked the wand on his waist, feeling the majestic magic surging in his body, and smiled with satisfaction.

He raised his arm, his white, slender arm arcing in the salty sea breeze.

The wand pointed at the broken sails of the decaying ship, and the black magic turned into raging flames, filling the broken parts of the canvas, causing the speed to rise again, and the long white marks like the tail flames of the warplanes swept across the rough sea.

Standing at the stern of the ship, the Pettigrew looked at the dashing and freehand Lord Dark Lord with awe-inspiring and adoring eyes, it was this omnipotent power, a power that was enough to make people tremble on their knees, making Voldemort the strongest Dark Wizard of all time.

Soon, Azkaban arrived.

Countless rugged rocks stretch out from the sea, intertwined with dogs' teeth, superimposed on each other, and together build a three-dimensional platform.

From the outside, the wizarding prison known as "Azkaban" is extremely shabby, more like a lighthouse with a bit of magnification.

But in the eyes of wizards, Azkaban was an insurmountable wall.

Around the offshore platform, hundreds of dreamlike humanoid shadows floated, all draped in light pitch-black cloaks, lingering in the sky. From time to time, he would swoop downward, dragging the rotting cloak through the bars of the prison cell.

If you look closely, you can see that their bodies are rotting and swollen like floating corpses. The jagged, thin palms were covered with thick scabs, and the rough black nails were covered with dirt.

Beneath the tattered cloak, there were no facial features, instead a hollow, illusory hole—the empty hole being their mouths, designed to suck human souls, leaving behind an empty, soulless walking corpse.

They are the Dementors, the most evil and weird magical creatures.

Voldemort walked indifferently from the sailboat, stepping barefoot on the sharp and angular reef, looking up.

The Dementors immediately spotted the outsiders, magical creatures who relied on their sense of smell to find their way were originally the caretakers of Azkaban, but they didn't mind hunting down trespassers in Azkaban.

As a result, hundreds of Dementors swooped down on Tom Riddle.

Facing the Dementors who covered the sky, Tom raised his wand and said indifferently,

"Avada suo."

A green beam of light erupted from the tip of the wand, and this powerful black spell that could directly destroy souls instantly pierced the Dementor at the front, blasting the magical creature into pieces.

The swooping cluster of Dementors immediately came to a standstill, and these soul-sucking demons also knew how to take advantage and avoid harm - the dark wizard who could cast the Requirition Curse in front of the Dementor cluster and kill it was absolutely terrifying.

Voldemort sneered, took off his hood, revealing his snake-like twisted face, slowly releasing his coercion.

Dementors with only a sense of smell were otherwise terrifyingly acute, and the Dementors, sensing the Dark Lord's mana fluctuations, immediately chose to surrender and descended from the sky one after another, bowing their heads slightly, offering respect and allegiance to Voldemort.

"Sometimes, these brainless magical creatures are better suited to be their subordinates than the stubborn wizards."

Voldemort gave his comments indifferently, and ascended to the prison of Azkaban under the guard of hundreds of Dementors.

He stretched out his fingertips, rubbed the wand in his hand, and used the huge amount of magic to break through all confinement and free his followers from his cell.

Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Augustus Lukewood.....

The Death Eaters bowed respectfully at his feet, their bodies trembling with fear and excitement.

Their king, returned.

"My devotees,"

Voldemort stood in the center of Azkaban's rotunda, condescendingly surveying the Death Eaters.

He pinched the pretentious tone to make the serpent's face as majestic as possible, and said in a slow, coherent tone, "Like the Jesus of the Muggle world, I return from the border of death. ”

He was already ready to give a "shocking" speech, and as a villain with an attitude, the art of the emperor must be mastered. Only by combining grace and power can you become a successful leader.

"Now, I want to lead you to restore our glory and spread the will of pure blood to every corner of the wizarding world."

Voldemort clenched his fists, brewing emotion, and spat in awe-inspiring gazes from the Death Eaters.

"Gott, grub, gash gagged...."

He leaned against the wall, feeling the tactile sensation of his palms pressing against the moss, and the foul feeling of stomach acid flooding his mouth.

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Tom Riddle was so confused that too much information was stuffed directly into his mind, so that the Dark Lord had not had time to stand firm,

I shuddered and fell to the ground, letting my bald head drown in his vomit.

He tilted his head and murmured bitterly, "Who is it!" Who's calling my real name?! ”

In the occult realm of the East and the West, real names are powerful.

For example, when Sun Wukong faced the red gourd of the King of the Golden Horn and the Silver Horn, he had to compile pseudonyms such as "Xing Shi Sun" and "Zhi Xing Sun" to prevent him from being imprisoned because of the leakage of his real name.

For another example, the reason why Konstantin has become the decadent scum he is now is because he mistakenly summoned a demon of hell in the basement of the Casanova club without knowing the other party's real name.

As a result, the demon of hell, who has no real name, dragged an innocent little girl and razed the Casanova Club to the ground.

All of the above cases illustrate a truth, in the mysterious world, we must protect personal privacy, and do not always hang our own names on our lips and be excessively ostentatious.

Just like now, in the living rooms of mansions, in roadside restaurants, in the government departments of the British Empire, the people of Britain are discussing the name "Lord Voldemort".

At the beginning, in order to ensure his mystery and horror, Tom Riddle deliberately applied constant witchcraft on "Voldemort", his real name, which symbolizes himself.

The mention of the name "Lord Voldemort" evokes a sense of darkness in Tom's mind, allowing him to cast teleportation spells to kill wizards who dare to mention his name.

However, compared to the wizards with a total of less than 10,000, there are more than 60 million inhabitants living in the British Isles, and if you count the Commonwealth, which is remotely commanded by Galeries Lafayette, the total population is as high as 2 billion.....

So, Tom Riddle paid the price for his move to set his real name.

Hundreds, thousands of people called the name "Voldemort" at the same time, and the torrent of information that rushed over directly overwhelmed Voldemort's sanity, making him almost faint.

Over time, the term "Voldemort" has become no longer limited to the BBC Morning News audience, but has spread directly on the internet.

Tens of thousands of people were talking, chanting, and the omnipresent call was like a wave, crushing Tom Riddle wave after wave.

He tried to get up, but his exploding brain didn't allow him to do so.

So, in the eyes of the Death Eaters who were still on their knees, the Dark Lord, whom they revered as a god, lay down in his own vomit (breakfast was bread and fried eggs) and sat up and down.

In a way, the current Harry Potter may be more vicious than that Mr. John Constantine.