After reading Harry's letter, Scott was finally okay for the time being.

So he immediately lay down and fell asleep, without even taking a shower and not having time to eat dinner.

This sleep went straight to the next day.

When he woke up, Scott got up and stretched out, feeling no longer tired, like a new life.

It's just that my stomach is rumbling with hunger.

After a light meal made from ingredients that Rimbaud had bought from Hogsmeade the day before, Scott checked the surveillance "video" stored in [Magic Mirror] as he ate.

Rimbaud flew into the cabin through the window and stopped at the small dining table to watch with him.

They didn't look at it for long, and suddenly they were motionless at the same time.

"Malfoy Manor seemed to be very lively last night." Rimbaud said, "The Death Eaters have all appeared. ”

"Hmmm......"

Scott answered, he didn't care about eating, just stared at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the mirror.

He was relieved that his monitor, the little lizard, had been well hidden and had not been discovered.

He stretched out his finger and tapped the mirror, bringing the quickened screen back to its normal speed.

At this point, all the Death Eaters are shown gathering in the garden.

The area where they gathered was the same place where Malfoy Jr. and Barty Crouch Jr. had a conversation two days ago.

Snape and Malfoy Sr. stood at the front of the crowd, all with their heads bowed, as if waiting for something.

Looking at this scene, Scott couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Is Voldemort about to appear?" Rimbaud couldn't help but speak.

Scott didn't answer, just stared at the mirror and narrowed his eyes.

Under their gaze, the picture in the mirror quickly changed.

The meadow that the Death Eaters faced was empty, but suddenly a thick black mist appeared out of thin air.

The black mist rolled and spread, finally forming a door between the unreal and the real.

Two figures slowly walked out of the black mist, slowly revealing their true faces.

The first thing Scott saw was a pair of long, narrow eyes.

Those eyes were obviously a fiery red, like warm blood, but they gave people a cold and piercing feeling for no reason.

That feeling is colder than a cold viper, more brutal than a brutal hungry wolf.

Even through the mirror, it can still give Scott a great sense of oppression.

There is no doubt that this is the Dark Lord, a wizard's nightmare, a man who can't even be named - Voldemort.

Voldemort's appearance is very similar to that of the movies Scott has seen in his previous life, with bloodless pale skin, no hair, no nose, a thin body, and a robe that looks like a black mist.

But looking at Voldemort in the mirror, Scott at this moment can't laugh at his appearance like he watched movies in his previous life.

Because it's not funny at all.

Unlike Dumbledore, who would be restrained, and Medea who would disguise, Voldemort was unbridled with his powerful aura.

It was the breath of a naked predator who was above ordinary wizards, as if it were not the same species as the vast majority of wizards.

"Master."

All the Death Eaters knelt on the ground and bowed their heads respectfully.

Now Barty Crouch Jr., behind Voldemort, also came out, kneeling with frenzy on his face.

"Hello, Death Eaters."

Voldemort spread his arms, his ten slender fingers moving through the air, looking like spider's feet.

"We're finally officially meeting again."

He spoke slowly, his red eyes wide, his slender pupils constricted, like a cat's eyes.

"It's nice that I see a lot of old friends...... I look, well, most of the Death Eaters are here, except of course, the poor ones who accidentally lost their lives, but I can't see if everyone here is still loyal. ”

He seemed to do it on purpose, with some playfulness in his tone.

The Death Eaters all bowed their heads, and no one dared to speak.

"What do you say, Lucius, my cunning, sanctimonious old friend?" Voldemort lowered his head and stared at old Malfoy, "Wouldn't you be upset that I occupied your manor and gathered Death Eaters here?" ”

"No...... ...... hosts"

Old Malfoy hurried forward on his knees.

"Believe me, master." He said very respectfully, "Of course I am extremely loyal to you, and I have always been a ......."

"Then why ......," Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "when did you, who have always been shrewd, become careless?" Can't even detect the bugs that sneak into the manor? ”

Scott sighed, "He found ......"

At this point, a black mist fills the mirror and soon takes over the entire frame.

[The Magic Mirror] connection to the lizard has been severed.

Rimbaud turned his head to look at Scott in a bit of a panic, "This ...... This sucks...... He...... Will he find you? ”

Scott was composed.

"Don't worry, he hasn't seen me, and he can't tell my magic." "And the Oak Cottage has been hidden by the Loyalty Charm," he said, "and the secret is myself, and no one can find it." ”

"I hope so." Rimbaud was still a little worried.

Scott added, "Don't forget that Snape is over there, I think Dumbledore will soon get the news of Voldemort's resurrection." ”

He held out his finger and tapped the mirror.

"I'm afraid what I placed around Azkaban yesterday will soon come in handy."

As he operated, several images of Azkaban being watched from different angles were neatly arranged in the [Magic Mirror].

"This time, instead of a Transfiguration animal, I left behind a dead thing that had merged with the reef, and the magic fluctuations were even weaker, so it wasn't so easy to spot."

"It looks like the wizarding world is going to be completely lively." As a raven, Rimbaud already understands the current state of the wizarding world.

"yes, maybe it's going to be too busy." Scott's tone was a little helpless, "Especially now that it's the time of the Quidditch World Cup. ”

The upheaval in the British wizarding world can shock the whole world if you are not careful.

After thinking for a while about what might happen next, Scott began to think about himself again.

With his current strength, if he is not deliberately targeted by the top wizards, it is still no problem to protect himself.

But the opposite is true, his existence is related to Salazar Slytherin's millennium plan, and Medea will not let him go easily.

The reason why Medea is not doing anything to him today is because his existence will change the established fate, but because she has not fully recovered.

Scott figured out early on that he couldn't be restrained and not change his fate, and he couldn't do it without changing.

And if he wants to break the game, the first thing is to weaken Medea's strength.

It's just that Scott himself doesn't have much chance of winning against Medea, let alone the organization of the All Witch Society under the command of that lady.

For this reason, Scott did not hesitate to resurrect Voldemort early by releasing Barty Crouch Jr., hoping that Voldemort could deal a blow to Medea.

Now that Voldemort has regained his strength, with his self-respecting personality, he will definitely not let go of Medea, who turned him into a lost dog when he was weak and devoured most of his Horcruxes.

From Medea's point of view, if she wants to increase her strength through full recovery, she will have to sacrifice Voldemort's soul, and she will inevitably deal with Voldemort with all her heart.

In short, in Scott's view, the current situation is on the verge of triggering.

He guessed that the first touch was most likely in Azkaban.

Even Dumbledore would have gotten a kick.

For the rest of the day, he didn't bother to do anything, staring at the [Magic Mirror] from time to time, trying to verify his conjectures.

Fortunately, Voldemort also seemed to be an impatient and didn't make Scott wait long.

After dinner, a boat appeared on the sea level in one of the surveillance footage arranged in [Magic Mirror].

Scott hurriedly enlarged the image facing the sea.

"They really went!" He said to Rimbaud.

"Oh......" Rimbaud quickly flew over his shoulder and poked his head out, "Are you sure this ship is Voldemort and the Death Eaters?" ”

"I think so." Scott said.

Apparitions and apparitions are forbidden in Azkaban, and whoever wants to go there can only be honestly on the way.

The tall wooden ship with its black sails approached Azkaban's island like a giant beast.

The entire ship was dark, and there were no lights on board, like a ghost ship from Muggle legends.

Scott moved his finger to switch to another angle.

At this time, a light appeared on the pier near the sea of the island.

An old wizard with a hunched back and a wrinkled face like a nick walked up to the dock with a magic lamp, followed by two young wizards with numb faces.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The old wizard coughed a few times and looked up at the quiet ship.

He didn't speak, just stared motionless.

Behind him, the two young wizards had already pulled out their wands.

A wooden staircase descended from the large ship and landed on the pier.

Voldemort led a group of Death Eaters out of the darkness and down the stairs one step at a time.

Voldemort stood still on the stairs and looked at the old wizard condescendingly, "It's you, old Rohr, how many years have you been in this damn place?" ”

The old wizard's expression was a little stiff, and his voice was also stiff, "It's been more than fifty years. ”

"Time flies." Voldemort sighed, real or fake, "Although we are the same age, you already look like an out-and-out old guy." ”

The old wizard laughed.

I don't know if it's because of fear or if he hasn't smiled for a long time, his smiling face looks very awkward.

"I'm really old, and I don't have a few years to live."

At this point, he seemed to have no fear or discomfort in the face of Voldemort.

"You want to break through this prison...... Cough. ”

The old wizard coughed a few more times.

"Anyway, please spare these two children."

By "children", he meant the two young wizards who followed him.

Both of them were trembling at this point.

"Of course, as long as you're out of the way."

Voldemort didn't seem to care, and after descending the stairs, he walked directly past the wizard and headed towards the center of the island.

The two young men immediately breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and they inevitably showed a little joy.

"Avada suo!"

At this moment, a dazzling green light illuminated the dark night.

The old wizard who was turning around fell in response.

"Avada suo!

The two young wizards also fell, even with frightened expressions on their faces.

"It's ugly, old Rohr." Voldemort withdrew his wand, "A meaningless life, a job, a dying body, you suffer every day, so it's better for me to help you get free." ”

With those two words, he took another step and led the Death Eaters towards the black fortress in the center of the island.

Scott looked at the three bodies lying on the dock in the mirror, sighed, and switched the surveillance screen again.

As Voldemort and the Death Eaters walked forward, the Eaters of Souls surrounded them.

All the Death Eaters drew their wands.

Voldemort, who was standing at the forefront, spoke something, and a thick black mist reappeared, rolling around his body.

After a while, the group of Eaters of Souls seemed to have come to some agreement with Voldemort.

Not only did they stop intercepting them, but they even began to actively guide them into Azkaban Castle.

At that moment, several different colored spells fell from the sky, dragging several long arcs across the night sky and smashing into the top of the Death Eater's head.

The Death Eaters panicked for a moment, resulting in several injuries, but they quickly coped with the surprise attacks.

Scott found another angle.

It's Medea and her all-witch society.

Medea was still riding in a carriage pulled by Thestrals, and the rest of the Witchcraft were riding on Thestrals.

At this time, the Thestrals were constantly hovering in the air, casting spells on them from time to time.

Soon another Death Eater was injured.

Voldemort didn't pay any attention to this, just looked up at the carriage in the air.

He raised his hand, flicked his wand upward, and a red spell was thrown over the carriage like a braid.

But apparently, Medea's carriage seemed to have been magically modified, glowing white throughout, successfully blocking Voldemort's sudden attack.

Of course, in the process, many members of the Witch Order, along with the Thestrals they were riding, were shot down by Voldemort's spell and smashed heavily on the reef.

Voldemort did not stop attacking, he waved his wand again, and Medea's carriage did not last long, and was soon blown to pieces.

But Medea did not appear.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously, "Won't you come out?" But it doesn't matter, if you don't come out, I'll kill all of you. ”

As he spoke, a green light flashed, and another member of the Witch Society fell.

Just then, Medea came out from behind a huge reef on the other side.

It was still covered with a black veil, and her red lips were slightly upturned.

"I'm here." She said to Voldemort.

As she spoke, a white bone wand emerged from her palm.

At this point, the Death Eaters and the Witch Guild all had a tacit understanding and stopped and returned to their respective masters.

The two sides faced off for the time being.