Next to Azkaban Prison, a relatively clean hut stands in contrast to the shabby surroundings.

The hut is protected by airtight glass, extremely tightly sealed, and surrounded by all kinds of protective magic, so as to cut off the influence of the Dementors on the mind, it is one of the few pure lands on the isolated island where Azkaban is located.

At this moment, a relatively tall man with long blond hair braided into a neat braid quietly appeared and came to the outside of the hut that had blocked most of the Dementors' influence.

Before entering the hut, Yaxley quietly lifted his sleeve, glanced at the dark mark on the inside of his left arm, which had turned bright red, and nodded secretly.

Through the reaction of the Dark Mark marker, he can confirm that the Dark Lord and many Death Eaters have arrived on the island where Azkaban is located, so their next plan can go on normally.

So Jaxley raised his hand and knocked on the door—

"Winter, winter, winter."

A small, narrow window opened behind the door, and a wizard peeked out one eye from behind the window, looking out alertly.

"Oh, Director Yaxley, right? Come on in!" Seeing Yaxley's face, the wizard let down his guard.

He opened the door through a small gap, let Yaxley in, and then hurriedly closed the door, carefully checking that it was properly sealed.

"Whew...... Luckily, there weren't any Dementors around. Azkaban is not a place to stay!" After the wizard had done all this, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Director Yaxley, it's hard for you to come to a place like this to visit your relatives in prison."

"The Dementors here can understand some people, but they never care about our commands, and absorb our happy emotions regardless of whether they are friends or enemies!" He said,

"I just don't understand...... The prisoners in this kind of ghost place are all about to be sucked out by the Dementors, and there is no way to escape from prison, so why arrange for observers and Aurors to stay here? Working here is torture!"

Yaxley smiled, ignoring the wizard's complaints, and looked around the structure of the hut to himself.

"Augs, I've bought you off...... No one else knows, right?" He suddenly looked at the wizard named Augs and asked, "I remember that there was a communicator here that could directly notify the Ministry of Magic."

[I have known an old book friend for ten years to recommend to me to chase books, @

Got it." Yaxley pretended to be casual, "Don't worry about the gratuity. The Yaxley family has never been a money-hungry pure-blood like Wesley, and as long as you can bring me in, you'll definitely be paid."

Augs fumbled under a messy table for a long time, found a somewhat rusty key, and held it in his hand.

"Ah, I found it!" He said, "Then let's go quickly, go early and return early, lest we suffer with the Dementors!"

"I'm fine." The Auror next to him also nodded, shook the bunch of keys in his hand, and made a crackling sound.

"Wait a minute!" Just as the two were about to step out of the room, Yaxley suddenly called out to them.

The two Aurors and the observer stationed at Azkaban turned their heads to look at him quizzically.

"Where's the other Auror?" Yaxley asked with a serious expression, "I gave the money for the three of them, why is it only the two of you now?"

"This ......," Augs hurriedly looked at the raunchy Auror wizard beside him with an inquiring gaze, and asked in a low voice, "Wasn't Raymond still with you just now?" Why didn't he come out with you?"

"Raymond was stopped by the Dementors when he was on patrol, and he was sucked dizzy, and now he has gone to sleep." The Auror Wizard explained, "Mr. Yaxley, if you have to follow him, I'm going to wake him up now?"

"Did you go to sleep...... Yaxley thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Forget it, don't wake him up, let him sleep well." Just a few of us, and you will lead the way."

"Okay, so what do we pay ......?" Augs asked cautiously.

"It's still for three." Yaxley said dryly.

Augs nodded happily and turned to the narrow door of the cabin.

Then, he took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Prepare to face the Dementors, I'm going to open the door!" Augs has a kind of attitude that looks at death as home.

The Auror beside him also turned serious.

Yaxley stood two feet behind them, quietly clenching his wand.

Just as Augs pressed the doorknob and opened the door, and the two observers and the Auror spirit were all concentrated outside the door, Yaxley suddenly raised the wand in his hand-

….

"Stupefy." He said silently in his heart.

Two silent stun spells shot out from the tip of Yaxley's wand without stopping!

The first hit Augs on the back without hindrance, and Augs fell to the ground unconscious, unconscious.

A second stun spell shot straight at the raunchy Auror.

However, just as the spell was about to touch the Auror's cloak, he seemed to have been prepared for Yaxley's sneak attack, and rolled on the spot, dodging the inevitable stun curse!

"Hee-hee, are you surprised?" The Aurors stood up from the ground, crossed his hands on his hips, and smiled mischievously at the point of his raunchy countenance, and looked at Yaxley with a grin, "Instructor Moody is right, you're the one the mysterious man arranged for the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"What?!"

Taken aback, Yaxley hurriedly added another spell, but was firmly blocked by the Iron Armor Charm that the Aurors had prepared.

Just as the two of them were locked between their respective attacks and defensive spells, Yaxley didn't notice that another Auror quietly appeared behind him, raising his wand—

A silent petrification spell slammed into Yaxley's back.

Yaxley's wand fell to the ground, and he froze in disbelief, hearing the sound of a wooden leg hitting the ground with a "winter", "winter" sound.

A sturdy wizard with long gray hair and seemingly scarred skin on every inch of his skin walked up to the Auror and came into Jaxley's line of sight.

「…… Arras

Thort Moody."

Desperately, Yaxley recognized the man in front of him, knowing that his mission for the day was not complete.

"Tonks, you're too eager to perform." Moody casually added a stun spell to Yaxley, causing him to lose consciousness completely, and then said solemnly to the Auror in front of him, "I told you clearly when the Aurors trained, don't talk nonsense with your enemies."

"The best way to protect yourself is to defeat the enemy as soon as possible and make them incapacitated! And you? I'm smiling here, and I'm not in shape all day!"

"I see, Instructor Moody—" The raunchy Auror pursed his lips and stretched out his arms.

As his arms stretched, his short hair grew and turned a bubblegum-like pink, his rough skin became white and delicate, and his, or rather hers, face gradually changed to that of a delicate and beautiful young witch.

These two people are none other than the most prestigious and legendary Auror, Alastor Moody, and the intern Auror, Nymphadora Tonks, who has just graduated for more than a year.

While the two Aurors stationed in Azkaban were out on patrol, they forcibly interrupted their patrol with an order from the headquarters, and sent the two of them back to the Ministry of Magic ahead of schedule.

After this, Tonks used his natural abilities to transform into the raunchy Auror Wizard.

After entering the hut, she used her transformed Auror form to quietly cast a confusion charm on Augus in the house, making him think that Moody was the previous Auror Raymond, and the two entered the hut smoothly, waiting for Yaxley to come to the door.

….

"It's not the first time I've participated in such an important operation, and I'm a little excited."

After the transformation was completed, Tonks, who had become young and beautiful again, said to Moody flatteringly, "This is an operation against the mystery man! Instructor Moody's, can I just become a regular after I participate in this operation?"

"You don't have to rejoice too soon, Tonks. It depends on your specific performance before you can consider turning into a regular person." Moody said, "Also, this operation is very dangerous, you must protect yourself first!"

"This kind of high-risk operation against the mysterious person should not have involved one of your intern Aurors. However, there is a thief-proof waterfall outside Azkaban, which can remove the effect of the polyjuice decoction. It's hard for us to pretend to be anyone else here other than with your disguise-stealing Magus abilities."

"That's why Director Scrimgeot of the Auror Office made an exception for you to come with us...... But that doesn't mean you're on the front lines!"

"But my actual combat results are very good!" Tonks said unconvinced.

"That's not good, grades and actual combat experience are two different things!" "Follow me, and don't get lost like you did in the Cairngorms more than a year ago," Moody said.

……

On the other side, Voldemort had finished his speech, leading the Death Eaters out of the graveyard and towards the fortress of Azkaban on the other side of the island.

Smelling the smell of the living, a large group of Dementors surrounded them from all directions, constantly exuding a cold and eerie aura, absorbing the rare happiness in the air.

The many Death Eaters felt the light around them being sucked in, as if the whole world had fallen into darkness. The positive emotions in the heart quickly fade, and nothingness gradually takes over the heart......

However, in front of the many Death Eaters, the bald wizard with scarlet eyes and no nose seemed to be unaffected by any Dementors, and walked straight into the layers of Dementors.

"My friends, do you remember me?" Voldemort opened his arms and spoke enthusiastically.

"I promised you that if I ruled the wizarding world, all Muggles in this world and those Muggle seeds who disobeyed our rule would be your rations!" He said, "But alas, I have been conspired by bad people and have been silent for 12 years......

"Today, in this deep and great night, I am back!"

"My friends, as long as you continue to help me as you promised me, you will also receive my promise as you did before!"

"You don't have to be confined to the tiny island of Azkaban, you don't have to suppress your nature, but you can enjoy your rations all over the world."

"You ...... Aren't you still impressed?"

The overwhelming Dementors seemed to understand Voldemort's words, and flew around more violently, kicking up bursts of cold mist, forming a thick black cloud that obscured the moonlight in the sky, which was not very clear.

Voldemort stood in the midst of the crowd of Dementors, laughing sickly.

He watched the Dementors fly farther and farther away, opening a wide passage for him and the Death Eaters behind him.

….

The Death Eaters watched in disbelief, hesitating to Voldemort's side, looking up at the scattered Dementors and feeling a wave of absurdity in their hearts.

So the Dementors, a species that had always been thought to be unable to communicate, had just teamed up with the Dark Lord?

"What are you waiting for, asking me to urge you to move forward?" Voldemort's cold voice rang out, interrupting the Death Eaters' thoughts.

They hurriedly followed Voldemort's pace and walked towards the fortress that was so close that it was too late.

As the Death Eaters drew closer and closer to the fortress of Azkaban, the prison where countless criminals had been held and no one had escaped so far slowly drew an outline in the black mist, appearing in the eyes of everyone present.

The prison of Azkaban was not so much a fortress as a tower in the shape of a triangular prism—

It is made of marble with a sense of historical vicissitudes, because the island is in the midst of storms all year round, and the marble has long been eroded by the rain to create countless markings, imprinted white lines of different widths from high to low.

There is not a single window on the outside of this fortress, only an entrance designed for Dementors, narrow and elongated.

Even the most emaciated wizards could hardly pass through the entrance, and only the disembodied species of the Dementors could enter and exit freely, absorbing the little happiness left in the hearts of the prisoners.

Seeing the undefended fortress in front of him, Voldemort laughed wantonly and got carried away.

"Go, Death Eaters, go blast this fortress with your spells!" He cried out, "Go and get your companions out of prison. The future of the wizarding world is ours!"

The tips of the Death Eaters' wands lit up in a variety of colors, and they used their powerful spells to shoot towards the fortress in front of them—

"Boom—"

A huge roar resounded on the isolated island, even drowning out the roaring waves around the island for a while.

To the surprise of all the Death Eaters, however, the fortress of Azkaban was undamaged!

A large transparent barrier emerged, blocking out many of the Death Eaters' spells—the roar was the sound of the spells crashing on top of the barrier!

Voldemort stared coldly at the barrier in front of him, and saw a faint mist drifting near the fortress, and shadowy figures in the fog walked out, their figures becoming more and more obvious.

Led by two men, more than a dozen wizards greeted the Death Eaters from the fog, dressed in the uniform of the Ministry of Magic's Aurors, their belts and hair rustling in the wind, each with a look of panic, determination, or disbelief.

"I didn't expect you to come back, Lord Voldemort." A solemn-faced witch gritted her teeth, saying Voldemort's name as if to overcome her great fear.

The surrounding Aurors were also terrified when they heard this name, and even their wands were unstable.

"Actually, when Dumbledore wrote to tell us about it, I still couldn't believe it." Another wizard stepped forward and stood with the serious witch, "I thought for a while, as Minister Fudge said, that Dumbledore had developed a lust for power and wanted to use the war to take the position of Minister of Magic."

"But I am

I saw you back. Now I only regret that I didn't let all the Aurors come here to stop you!"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed, staring intently at the members of the Ministry of Magic in front of him.

"Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour...... You two actually came here in person." He sneered and whispered, "So...... Did Dumbledore tell you that I was going to attack Azkaban?"

Seeing that the two of them were silent, and Voldemort didn't care, he suddenly grabbed Lucius's arm next to him and poked his wand at the black mark on Lucius's arm.

"Very well, Yaxley didn't respond. I guess he's been controlled by your people." Voldemort said thoughtfully, "So...... It was we who had traitors among us and who leaked our plans."

"Did you say so, Lucius?"

……

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