Hearing Dracula's unprepared words, Bellatrix's frenzied expression froze on his face.

"You...... What do you say?" She opened her mouth blankly, revealing a row of somewhat jagged teeth.

"You may not know that Voldemort actually visited this island once a while ago to get out of your most loyal Death Eaters." Dracula chuckled and took two steps diagonally forward, standing in the middle of the entire floor.

"Just last year's Halloween, he set two goals: first, to completely restore his strength in a special way; The second is to break through Azkaban and get you out."

Dracula watched with interest the dull gazes of the Death Eaters present, and continued, "Maybe you're curious now, why do I know Voldemort's goals so clearly?"

Some of the Death Eaters nodded curiously.

"That's because...... I've destroyed both of his goals." Dracula curled the corners of his mouth and gave them a playful smile.

"You!" Alekto Kahlo cried out through gritted teeth.

"How dare you?!" Ammycus Caro rushed to the cell grate, trying to reach out and grab Dracula's clothes, but he couldn't reach an inch of his clothes anyway.

The Death Eaters stared at Dracula with a playful expression, as if they were eager to rush up and slam him with the Diamond Curse.

Bella clutched the metal pillars of the grate, squeezed out some strength out of nowhere, and slammed her head into the hard, rusty iron bars, as if she didn't feel anything even if her head was bleeding.

As she bumped, she cursed madly, "I'll kill you...... I'm going to kill you......

"You just said you were here to save us, and you said you wanted to use it as a credit to gain a place next to the Dark Lord......," the older Death Eater said, his eyes blank.

He looked at Dracula blankly, his expression pained, as if he hadn't recovered from the beautiful dream he had just had.

"When did I say that?" Dracula gave him an inexplicable look, "If I'm not mistaken, these things are clearly made up by your own brains, right?"

The old Death Eater froze, thinking over all the words Dracula had just said, using his memory that had been worn out over years in Azkaban.

He suddenly realized that Dracula really never seemed to say what his attitude towards the Dark Lord was—

Dracula simply gave an objective account of the Dark Lord's state of not being completely dead, about what he had done in the past, and about how he had not given up on the loyal Death Eaters held in Azkaban......

Even Dracula himself uttered such obvious words as "I am not the rescuer he sent to deliver you."

However, the Death Eaters, who had been imprisoned in Azkaban and tortured by the Dementors for too long, had created a dream for themselves, concocted a big drama in their minds about someone coming to rescue them, and even believed it in their hearts. ….

When there is such a huge gap between the truth of the final matter and their fantasies, the first thing they think of is not to analyze the coping strategies and methods, but to indulge in the illusions they have woven and cannot extricate themselves.

The elderly Death Eater was the most prominent.

He originally belonged to a pure-blooded aristocrat who had been in a high position for many years, and he grew up with a golden key in his mouth, and he had never experienced any setbacks since he was a child, and he didn't have much willpower at all.

This time he entered Azkaban, and he didn't mean it. He wasn't as desperate as the other die-hard Death Eaters, but he was captured for running slowly......

The more than ten years of prison life have long smoothed out the edges and corners of this elderly Death Eater, and he didn't want to let go of the slightest chance to get out of prison here, but the cruelty of reality slapped him hard.

"Seriously, I was trying to get more from you

They have some ...... in their mouths with news about Sirius Black," Dracula shrugged slightly as he looked at the emotional Death Eaters, "but I didn't expect that even if you were so close to him, you still wouldn't be able to tell how he escaped from prison."

"In that case, then you're of little use, so you might as well have some fun before you leave." He said with a pleasant smile.

"If you do this, the Dark Lord will not let you go when he recovers his strength!" Rudolph Lestrange roared angrily.

"In fact, no matter what I do, he won't let me go...... Or rather, I won't let him go." Dracula said casually, "Also, don't expect your Lord Dark Lord to come and save you in the near future, but he *** in front of me until there is no powder left."

"How is that possible?!" Someone shouted.

"How could it be?" A playful smile appeared on Dracula's face again, "Suddenly I remembered that I only said that I destroyed two of Voldemort's goals, but I didn't say how I destroyed them. Would you like to hear it?"

Before the Death Eaters could speak, he said to himself, "Actually, both of Voldemort's goals are completely under my control, and I know from beginning to end what he is going to do and what he is going to achieve......

"Even the materials he needed to resurrect him were specially sent to him by me to surprise him!"

Dracula finished telling the tragic story of Voldemort vividly, and very clearly described the trap that Voldemort had been in, the disasters he had experienced, and the tragic situation when he was bullied by Dracula.

The expressions of the Death Eaters on the seventh floor of Azkaban grew more terrifying, and the curses grew louder and louder, and Dracula could no longer quietly observe the empty cell left by Sirius Black.

So he didn't bother to look for any more clues, and turned his head directly to the Dementors who had been following him and said:

"These people seem to be scolding very energetically. It looks like they have nowhere to vent their energy, and their physical strength is quite abundant."

"Now, go and call your companions and let them come to the top of Azkaban for a good visit! Remember to help me entertain, these energetic guys." ….

With that, Dracula gave the Death Eaters an intriguing smile and snapped his fingers before disappearing in place.

The only Dementors left in the prison were ecstasy, and when Dracula left, its doggy behavior was immediately retracted, and it reverted to its eerie and evil style.

The Dementor was glad that he had escaped the clutches of that terrible being; On the other hand, according to Dracula's instructions, the wizards at the highest level of Azkaban can be allowed to eat.

It's hard to get any good food out of the fanatical Death Eaters at this level, but it's a good snack to fill in the gaps.

For the next few moments, wails and screams filled the seventh floor of Azkaban prison.

……

Harry, on the other hand, wasn't in a good mood.

He sat on the edge of a low wall on Magnolia Crescent Street, a few blocks from Dursley's house.

Harry sat there panting from exhaustion as he dragged the box, his anger still unsubsided, his heart still pounding.

Not long ago, Aunt Maggie, who had come to the Dursley's house, had been harsh and harsh to him, and even to his parents......

Harry couldn't stand it anymore, he didn't even control it, or he didn't want to control the surging magic in his body, and blew Aunt Maggie into a balloon!

Then he left home alone with his suitcase and the cage of the owl Hedwig under his arm, and came to this dark, quiet street.

However, after ten minutes of sitting alone on this dark street, a new feeling suddenly invaded his heart.

That's panic!

Anyway

It was as if he had never been in a worse situation - he was lonely and stranded in a muggle world with no future to go.

Worst of all, he had just used magic, which meant he was almost certainly going to be expelled from Hogwarts school!

Harry had severely broken the Decree Restricting the Use of Magic by Minors, and he now suspected that it would not be long before a representative of the Ministry of Magic would suddenly apparition himself to the place where he was currently sitting and punish him and order him to withdraw from Hogwarts.

Thinking of this, Harry's whole body trembled, and he looked left and right at Magnolia Crescent Street.

He only knew that casting spells outside of school was not allowed, and there would be extremely severe punishments, but he didn't know exactly what kind of punishment was waiting for him.

Will he be arrested in Azkaban? Or will he be expelled from the wizarding world altogether?

"If only Hermione were around, she would know what kind of punishment I would receive." Harry's mood was even lower when he thought of his friends.

Harry was sure that whether he was a criminal who had violated the laws of the wizarding world or not, Ron and Hermione would think of ways to help him.

Coincidentally, though, both of them are now abroad – the Hermiones are on vacation in France; Wes had come home to get the Prophet's prize, he had gone on vacation to Egypt, and Ron had sent a newspaper with their picture printed on it! ….

Not only that, but now Harry only had Hedwig's cage with him, and Hedwig had just been sent by him to send a letter back to Ron, and he couldn't get in touch with his two friends in time when he wasn't around.

Harry felt in his pockets and found that he was utterly destitute, without a single Muggle coin on him.

In the money bag at the bottom of his suitcase, there is a little gold galleon left in the wizarding world, maybe he can exchange some money for emergencies. But gold from unknown sources is usually not accepted by gold shops, let alone a thirteen-year-old child.

The rest of his parents' bequeath was in the underground vaults of the Gringotts Magic Bank, and there might have been something to use in them, but now he couldn't even find a way to get to London by car.

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Harry squinted at the dark alley. As long as the thing moved, he would know if it was just a lost cat or ...... Something weird.

"Fluorescent flickering," Harry whispered softly.

Under the spell of the wand illumination spell, the tip of his wand released a ray of light that illuminated the dark streets.

He held his wand high above his head, the gravel wall of the second reflected a glow, and the garage door shimmered, and in between, Harry could clearly see a large, large, glittering black dog!

Harry was startled and stepped back.

His leg touched the suitcase, he tripped and lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.

Just as Harry's body was about to hit the ground hard, he suddenly felt something pull his clothes on, and then he was gently pulled by his clothes and stood on the ground again.

"You have a letter from the Department of Magic Forbidding the Misuse of Magic." A nice female voice came from behind.

Harry looked back and saw a young witch with pink hair and bubble gum in her mouth holding an envelope.

She also had a wand in her hand, and it seemed that the pink-haired witch had just pulled him up just in time for him to fall to the ground.

……

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