"It's time to eat!"

Azkabanne, today it wasn't the Dementors, but the wizard jailers lazily distributing bread, water, and salt to each cell.

The sound of his footsteps was loud in the silence of the cell, and a figure in a black robe followed silently behind the jailer.

"This is it, my lord."

After walking to a cell, the jailer respectfully guided him.

The black-robed man nodded and walked into the hut next to the cell.

Here, there is a small window for people to visit the prison. Inside the cell, a black-haired woman with a withered description is Bellatrix. Lestrange.

"Hello, Bellatrix."

The woman's blank eyes focused and she smiled grimly, "Lord Voldemort will be back, you don't want anything from me." ”

"I can tell you the good news, Voldemort has returned." The black-robed man said blandly, "He'll come soon to rescue you." ”

A bright flame seemed to burn in Bella's eyes, and intense joy distorted the remnants of her face.

"I knew that the Dark Lord would not fail, he would take his most loyal servant and kill you all!"

"It's a pity, you're going to betray him, you can't keep what he gave you."

"What did you say?" Bella's face turned white at first, then immediately flushed with annoyance, "You're insulting me, you're dreaming!" ”

The black-robed man raised his hand, his wand hidden in his sleeve: "Out of body!" ”

Bella lost consciousness for a few moments, but she broke free from the power of the Imperius Curse and laughed hysterically.

"What are you doing here? Play games with me? Or is it that the Aurors have been wasted to this point, and the Imperius Curse is so weak? ”

The black-robed man slammed the door in anger, leaving Bella alone in her cell laughing wildly.

The jailer threw in the unchanging meal, and Bella bit the hard bread like a hungry dog.

Her heart was now filled with hope, waiting for Voldemort to blast through the heavy walls in the near future, allowing her to be by his side again, stirring up waves and calling for rain.

The black-robed man walked briskly down the hallway, and the prisoners on either side exchanged gloating looks.

It wasn't until he left the Floo Net that Kano took off his black hood.

"It's boring, isn't it uncomfortable for the Death Eaters?" Kano grumbled to himself, putting a few strands of hair in his hand in a vial for preservation.

In fact, since Kano and Scrimgeour got online, he had the opportunity to enter Azkaban and take out Bella silently.

But Kano wants Bella to get the most "extreme" pain, and a simple death is too cheap for her.

As a fanatical Bella, she is not afraid of physical torture, so what is she most afraid of?

Voldemort, of course, lost trust in her.

Kano has a very interesting plan for her.

A few days later, in the early hours of Hogwarts students' departure day.

The island where Azkaban is located is still gloomy, and the sun never seems to shine through the clouds.

The Aurors stationed there have been some nervous tensions lately, and although Voldemort was defeated by an unknown brat, his brutality is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

With so many Death Eaters locked up in Azkaban, it was only a matter of time before Voldemort attacked, and everyone knew it.

The two Aurors stood at the window, gossiping worriedly.

"What if the Dark Lord does come?"

"What else can I do, can you beat him like that kid?"

The Auror who opened his mouth waved his hand again and again: "Who can stop that life-requiring spell?" I can't do it anyway. ”

At this moment, a large group of people on broomsticks flew densely on the surface of the sea, and they were particularly conspicuous under the canopy of the sky before dawn.

A figure wrapped in black mist flew fleshily through the air, and those red eyes made the two Aurors tremble.

"The mystery man is here, the mystery man!"

"Go find Dumbledore, quick!"

The whole Azkaban was boiling, the guards didn't know whether to resist or flee, and the prisoners slapped the railings excitedly, letting out a hehe gasp.

Although Azkaban's location was completely secret, Voldemort was able to sense the location of the person who imprinted the Dark Mark, so this layer of defense was useless to him.

The garrison Aurors activated Azkaban's defensive magic while attempting to contact the Ministry of Magic.

"Floo Network is dead!"

The Aurors sent to report the news waited until the green flames went out, and did not leave the fireplace.

"How is that possible? This channel is not interrupted! ”

There are inner demons in the Ministry of Magic, and such thoughts arise in everyone's hearts.

"What are you going to do? You're crazy! ”

In another piece of bad news, with an exclamation, the Dementors rebelled en masse and began to suck the pleasure of the guards.

Years of contact with the Dementors have made the mood of these Aurors much lower than the average person, and now only three of the dozen or so people can release the Patronus.

Luckily, the Ministry of Magic gave them some props to restrain dark creatures the other day.

"Dirty thing, taste this!"

A positive energy that made the Dementors familiar and fearful burst from the acorns thrown by the Aurors, and they were forced out of the hallway.

Guarded by the positive energy that the Acorns continue to radiate, the Aurors regrouped and took their positions, ready to rely on the terrain to snipe the incoming Death Eaters.

At this moment, Voldemort was floating in the air, chanting a long incantation.

Just a few minutes later, a bolt of black lightning struck out of thin air, destroying even Azkaban's protective magic and a corner of the castle in an instant.

The Death Eaters covered each other and pounced on each other like locusts. Seeing that the battle is about to go straight to the stage of brutal street fighting.

A dazzling silver light flashed through the lounge, and a chair appeared on the floor.

"Doorkey?" The Aurors picked up the note on their chairs in surprise, "Evacuate directly? ”

"Why don't there be reinforcements, it's better for Blake and Dumbledore to come here."

One of the Aurors suddenly thought of something: "Don't say more, evacuate quickly." ”

The chair began to shake uneasily, and the Aurors quickly put their fingers on it.

By the time the Death Eaters poured into the defenseless interior of Azkaban, most of the petty offenders and all the Aurors had vanished through the teleported portkeys.

The ragged Death Eater prisoners walked out of their cells and fell to their knees in front of Voldemort in excitement.

There were also a few of the misdemeanors who remained, begging to serve Voldemort.

A place like Azkaban is a scumbag market for Voldemort.

Released from the most magically confined cell, Bella crawled on her knees as she approached her master, frantically proclaiming her devotion to him.

"Master, I know you'll be back! I have always been loyal to you. ”

"Good, Bella. I will not do any wrong to my servant. Voldemort stretched out his pale hand and gently patted Bella's shoulder.

Everything was going so smoothly that the abominable Carnot and Dumbledore didn't show up.

Voldemort was drunkenly reveling in his success, when the whole island suddenly shook.

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