Looking at the extremely handsome black-haired young man in front of him, Snape's hole shrank suddenly.

He vividly remembered seeing the face he had seen before—it had been Voldemort's face in the first place in the forbidden area where the Philosopher's Stone was stored the previous school year.

Snape frowned, looking inquiringly at Voldemort.

"Don't be nervous, Severus." Voldemort chuckled softly when he saw Snape's expression, and turned his gaze to the many Death Eaters present, "Let me introduce you, this is a doppelganger I made, and you can trust him completely!"

Hearing Voldemort describe himself as a "doppelganger", Tom Riddle, who was born from the Horcrux diary, had a faint look of displeasure on his face, but he didn't refute it.

"I'm asking you, why did you start trying to attack Azkaban when the Death Eaters' forces were far from regaining their strength?" He said in a cold voice, in the same cold tone as Voldemort, "Don't you know the consequences of exposing the restored Death Eater forces to the entire magical interface?"

"How do you talk to your creator?" Voldemort's face also turned cold.

Even though he was angry in his heart, he was still very cautious.

Voldemort didn't think his group of Death Eaters would be able to know about the high-end, secretive dark arts of Horcruxes. But just in case, just in case some of his overly clever henchmen guessed that Riddle's sanity was born from a Horcrux, he didn't use the word "main soul" to describe himself, but chose to use the ambiguous word "creator".

"You only have a small part of my memory, and I have to say, you're still too young now." Voldemort stared into Riddle's eyes and whispered, "Do you think I don't know the consequences of doing this? Do you think I didn't know it would expose the fact of my return to the eyes of the wizarding world?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd of Death Eaters gathered around the long table, "Listen, I've thought about attacking Azkaban very well, and it's definitely going to do more good than harm to us!"

"That's right, attacking Azkaban does expose the fact of our existence, which is why I need to arrange for a crew at the Ministry of Magic - after rescuing our companions, Yaxley will cooperate with the leadership propaganda in the Ministry of Magic and identify the attack on Azkaban as a Dementor *** accident!"

"Everyone here knows very well what Cornelius Fudge is like the current Minister of Magic, right?" He asked, sneering.

"Fudge is a stupid, self-righteous, short-sighted fool!" Yaxley, who sat first on the left-hand side, leaned back in his chair and laughed contemptuously.

"I kind of agree with Yaxley on that, Fudge is a wasted piece of nothing!" Lucius tapped his cane on the ground and smiled disdainfully.

The other Death Eaters also gave their own evaluations with disdain.

After a while, Fudge didn't even have a few positive comments, and the Death Eaters here were basically saying that Fudge was an idiot and a piece of waste!

"Looks like everyone understands Cornelius Fudge's stupidity." Voldemort pressed his left hand, causing the voices of the crowd to fall silent, "He is timid and afraid, obsessed with stability and peace, and does not want to be unstable in his hard-won position." ….

"So I dare say that as long as we operate properly in the Ministry of Magic, we can get Fudge himself to cover the eyes of the wizarding world and deny the fact that I'm back!"

Riddle looked at Voldemort's ugly, distorted face with a thoughtful expression.

"But with such big news about Azkaban's breach, who can Cornelius Fudge hide?" He suddenly asked, "As long as it's not those lowly and lowly wastes, wizards with a little channel in the wizarding world can easily find out the truth of the matter, or at least part of it. We're still going to be exposed to the eyes of others."

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"Wake up, young boy." Voldemort looked at Riddle with scarlet eyes and said in a low tone, "We've been exposed a long time ago. Whether it's Dumbledore or Dracula, they all know about our return, and it's just the two of them we need to pay attention to!"

"As for the rest of the waste, whatever they think! As long as we keep the broadest masses in the dark and don't allow this operation to provoke a massive reaction from the wizarding world, then our plans for the next step will never be broken."

"Dumbledore, Dracula...... Don't worry, I have time to have some fun with you!"

Thinking of the threat that Dumbledore and Dracula brought to him, Voldemort's spider-legged fingers pinched the armrest of the chair fiercely, and his expression was extremely cold.

With a "bang", the armrest of the chair was crumpled into pieces by him.

Riddle glanced at the powdered handrail, but his face remained unchanged.

"You have a point." He then asked, "But have you ever wondered how with the strength of these few people present, under the influence of countless Dementors, you can break the lockdown of Azkaban and successfully rescue those prison companions?"

Hearing his question, Voldemort chuckled briskly.

"You're worried about Dementors, you don't think you know much." "Dementors are a shadowy species that can be used by me, and we don't need to worry about them."

"Do you know why? Because we can bring them things that the Ministry of Magic can't give. Choose between the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic, and they'll be on our side!"

After all, the Horcrux diary only recorded Voldemort's memories before he was sixteen years old, and Riddle, who was born in the diary, had no way of knowing what Voldemort had done after that.

Unbeknownst to him, Voldemort had personally traveled to the vicinity of Azkaban after graduating, and had studied the Dementors, a species that was even strange in the wizarding world, and even once chose this "non-existent" form to transform his body, and learned how to fly in the form of a Dementor in the form of a black mist.

For normal wizards, seeing a dementor that feeds on pleasure often makes them feel uncomfortable, even depressed and hopeless. ….

Voldemort, however, got along well with the Dementors.

Because Dementors can only survive by discerning the feelings of wizards and sucking their pleasures, the feelings of these strange species are chaotic, and they will only hurt others.

However, Voldemort is the product of an aphrodisiac, a human without any feelings, and the Dementors cannot find the slightest positive emotion in Voldemort's mind.

Because of this, the Dementors had absolutely no way to take Voldemort.

While studying the Dementors around Azkaban, young Voldemort discovers that the Ministry of Magic doesn't really control the Dementor species, and that they have only a sloppy partnership with the Dementors—

The Ministry of Magic sent a steady stream of prisoners to Azkaban, and the Dementors sucked the pleasure in the hearts of the prisoners, helping the wizards, or rather helping them themselves, to guard the delicious "meals" and prevent them from escaping.

Voldemort soon realized that the partnership was extremely thin and fragile.

If Voldemort were to one day establish his own government and allow the Dementor community not to be confined to Azkaban, but to allow them to feed the pleasures of the inhabitants of the entire world, then these monsters would inevitably abandon the Ministry of Magic and join Voldemort in turn.

Although Voldemort's power is far from being restored, and he has not yet established a dark regime of his own, there is nothing wrong with simply negotiating with the Dementors.

Even if the Dementors were to arouse the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic for their negligence, they would have nothing to lose.

This is because the dementors' hard-working and free labor is a rare good thing! If the Ministry of Magic doesn't want to add a lot of money each year to the care of prisoners, they can

Had to choose to continue using Dementors in the service of the Ministry of Magic.

"If some powerful minister is in power, maybe there will be a slight concern about whether the work of the Dementors will be banned by the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort sneered in his heart, "But now that the waste Fudge is the Minister of Magic, that coward who is only willing to retreat obviously won't have the courage to ban the Dementors!"

Thinking of this, Voldemort had no concern about attacking Azkaban, and turned his head and waved his hand casually at the Death Eaters gathered around the long table.

"You can go, and each of you will finish the tasks I have given me at this meeting." "If anyone doesn't finish the job, you know the consequences," he said.

In the living room of Malfoy Manor, the Death Eaters rose from their seats, bowed respectfully to Voldemort, and then apparitions left the living room.

Like Lucius, the Death Eaters, who themselves lived in Malfoy Manor, cautiously walked out of the living room, giving up space to the Dark Lord and his rebellious clone......

Soon, only Voldemort and Riddle were left in the spacious living room.

"Actually, you're just in time, if I get something like that, I'll be sure to defeat Azkaban!" Voldemort suppressed the heat in his eyes, looked at Riddle and asked, "Did you bring what I wanted?"

Riddle's handsome face changed color slightly at Voldemort's fiery gaze, and then shook his head heavily. ….

"You—Say—What———?!"

Voldemort's fiery eyes instantly turned cold, and his scarlet eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, "Half a year! It's been half a year since I left you at Hogwarts, and you can't even collect the blood of a first-year wizard?!"

He stood up, took a step forward, and pressed his wand to Riddle's forehead.

"You should know, my memory? With Potter's blood, I will be able to regain my strength at its peak, and it will be of great benefit to you and to me!" Voldemort said coldly, "But why are you unwilling to do your best to do this? Is there really nothing I can do with my Horcrux?"

"I've done my best." Riddle's mood didn't change much, he looked at his close master soul and told his work one by one, "During my time at Hogwarts, with Dumbledore and Dracula in my care, I couldn't blatantly take Harry Potter's blood."

"So I wrote Harry's name on the title page of my journal, lurked around him, and gradually gained Harry's trust by talking to him and tutoring him in his homework. And I managed to find a time when he was alone and completely unsuspecting."

"But what I didn't expect was that Harry's blood had a powerful guardian magic in his blood that could restrain us, and I had no choice but to find another way to collect his blood by normal means."

Voldemort let go of the wand on Riddle's forehead and furrowed his brow without any eyebrows.

"Is that really the case? I had long thought that when I possessed Quirrell Quirrell, Quirrell would not be able to touch Potter's skin with his body. That's because of this guardian magic!" He said grimly, "Lily Potter left a spell in Harry Potter's blood that was specific to me!"

"Is that why you'd rather gain strength later than recover your body with Potter's blood?" Riddle asked.

"Of course." Voldemort chuckled, "I'm looking forward to it, but I'll have to appreciate what kind of expression Potter would have had when he saw his mother's life in exchange for guardian magic flowing through his enemies."

"I see." Riddle lowered his head and whispered, "I'll get it for you as soon as I can."

"Even if you can't get Potter's blood directly, can't you use the Imperius Curse to control him and send him directly to me?" Voldemort wasn't going to let Riddle go like that, and asked in a cold voice, "You should have had a lot of opportunities to do that during those two months of summer vacation, right?"

"I tried.

Riddle snorted, "But Harry has a Dracula-made amulet that absorbs almost all of the dark arts. With a diary like mine that doesn't have much magic left, there's no way I'll be able to crack Dracula's amulet."

It's actually quite ironic to say, originally this amulet was most likely to be obtained by Hermione, who had excellent grades.

In this way, Harry was easily controlled by Riddle's Imperius Curse without the amulet, and maybe Voldemort had already obtained Harry's blood and completely recovered his body. ….

However, in order to gain Harry's trust, Riddle patiently explained various issues of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Harry was indeed very talented in Defence Against the Dark Arts.

So, in the astonishment of everyone, Harry surpassed Hermione in one fell swoop, won the first place in the final exam of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and successfully obtained the amulet made by Professor Dracula.

It was also because of this amulet that Riddle could no longer use the Imperius Curse to control Harry.

"I didn't expect you to be so useless!" Voldemort slapped his hand heavily on the top of the long table, and the smooth top suddenly cracked, "Give you another month and a half, before the bells ring on Halloween, I must see Harry's blood appear in front of me!"

With these words ferocious, Voldemort turned around and left the large living room of Malfoy Manor without looking back.

He was afraid that he would not be able to help destroying this useless memory in the next second!

Riddle watched Riddle leave the living room and let out a long breath, his tense body relaxing.

He had taken a big risk by coming here for the Death Eater meeting.

Riddle absorbs Voldemort's Horcrux crown that he left in the Room of Requirement. His soul power was now several times stronger than when he was first found by Voldemort from the Malfoy family.

But if he chooses not to attend the meeting for fear of being discovered, Voldemort will immediately become suspicious of him-

Even if Voldemort didn't believe that a Horcrux would betray him, he would at least have some doubts about his ability to completely control such a self-aware Horcrux.

Thankfully, Voldemort didn't seem to notice his problem.

I don't know if it's because Voldemort was overconfident and didn't take it too much; Or is it Riddle's peculiarity that he hides it well, making Voldemort think that this is the normal power level of a self-conscious Horcrux?

In short, Riddle is still alive and well now, and he has not been absorbed by his main soul from the rich soul origin of the two Horcruxes in his body.

"Do you want me to collect the blood before Halloween?" Fearing for his life aside, Riddle began to think about Voldemort's attempt to attack Azkaban, "Do you think...... He's going to attack Azkaban on Halloween?"

Riddle knew that after sunset on Halloween and before sunrise on Halloween the next day, this full night would be the time when the dark magic of the entire wizarding world was at its strongest.

At this time when the aura of dark magic is extremely strong, Voldemort's resurrection with the ritual of dark magic will be smoother; Not only that, but a night like this would be the most active time for the Dementors.

If Voldemort was able to negotiate with the Dementors, a rescue on Halloween would be the most difficult time for the wizards of the Ministry of Magic to resist.

"But it's not just dark wizards and Dementors who can thrive in the thick of dark magic......" Riddle said to himself with a hint of worry in his eyes, "On that night, it's also the home of vampires, right?"

He thought of Dracula, who was surrounded by dark powers, and thought carefully for a moment, but no longer had the idea of telling Voldemort about it.

The next moment, Riddle disappeared with the journal in his hand.

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