The gray mist quickly enveloped Fudge and Umbridge completely, and drilled into it along the spot of their facial features on their heads.

Fudge and Umbridge's expressions suddenly became fierce, as if they were in great pain.

An invisible hand gripped their brains, slowly ravaging them, crushing them bit by bit, but deliberately controlling the force so that Umbridge and Fudge were still conscious.

Immediately afterward, a gray mist began to spread throughout their bodies, eventually filling every corner.

No matter how much they struggled, how much they opened their mouths, they couldn't even make any sound.

The gray mist seemed to form a straw, sucking everything in the fat bodies of the two of them.

In front of everyone's eyes, the blood in the bodies of the two was slowly drained, the vitality was seized by the invisible force, the flesh gradually became shriveled, and even the soul was torn by the gray mist, turning into a meal on their plates.

Finally, the gray mist ended the not-so-delicious Christmas dinner and slowly retracted into the altar.

Voldemort held his breath and stared at the altar expectantly, anticipating what he wanted to see.

Azkaban chose to establish itself on this island because the original Council of Magic discovered a monster like the Dementors.

Dementors exist in such a strange form that even now, they are still difficult to restrain and there aren't many spells that can kill them, let alone at the time.

The Wizards' Council defeated the Dementors after losing a large number of personnel, but was unable to completely wipe out the Dementors.

At that time, the Wizards' Council was founded by a group of respected magicians, whose conscience and sense of responsibility did not allow them to let this creature live unfettered in the world, and they could not accept the situation where Dementors escaped to the human world and devoured souls.

In order to prevent the Dementors from spreading, the higher-ups of these wizarding councils made a pact with the Dementor leaders at the time.

From now on, Dementors can only be confined to Azkaban unless the Wizarding Council allows it.

In exchange, it will be converted into a prison, and the Wizards' Council will periodically feed criminals to satisfy the dementors' appetites.

After signing the contract, the group of magicians were able to safely explore the island of Azkaban, and eventually discovered the place where the Dementors were born-

A long gray river that can't find its source, can't find its end, and doesn't even know what flows in it.

Although it is impossible to study the true face of this gray river, the magicians have sensed the hidden danger in it.

So everyone agreed to put a layer of defense on the outside of the river, as much as possible to prevent the river from suddenly erupting and harming the outside world, and also to prevent unscrupulous people from trying to enter the place.

And only those who are recognized as the president by the Wizarding Council from the level of rules are qualified to open this layer of defense.

Later, the Wizards' Council was reorganized into the Ministry of Magic, and the contents of the contract were changed accordingly, so that only the Minister of Magic could open it.

Although Fudge is now unpopular, he has not officially stepped down from his post at the level of rules, so he still belongs to the Minister of Magic.

Of course, Voldemort needed more than just opening the barrier on the river's perimeter.

After all, he had also studied a lot of evil magic from ancient times, and he had the ability to observe that long river when he was still a young man.

If he wanted to open the magic barrier, he could easily do it himself.

But now, what Voldemort needs is to make this barrier explode completely, and use the chaotic magic fluctuations that the barrier emits when it explodes, as well as the blood, life, and soul of the sacrifices he killed in advance, to completely detonate this river!

This is why Voldemort has always wanted the influential pure-blood families to keep Fudge's position, and has to briefly promise to let Umbridge, who has tarnished the glory of pure-bloods, join the Death Eaters.

After all, only Fudge, the recognized Minister of Magic, could minimize the magic in the barrier, so that it could be completely destroyed by sacrifice.

Of course he succeeded, and all the creatures in Azkaban could clearly feel the sound of glass shattering in their ears.

At the same time, the ubiquitous magic in Azkaban began to become manic, roaring incessantly, as if trying to break free from the restraints.

"It's coming." Harley in the crowd sighed softly, a bright green light appeared in her eyes,

"What a familiar taste!"

The iron door at the top of the staircase shattered, and the pieces of iron engraved with alchemy runes didn't even have time to fly out, and they turned directly into powder.

There is no light under the staircase of the black hole, like a ruthless mouth, waiting for the food to enter.

Voldemort spread his arms as if he wanted to embrace this wonderful scene.

He could already faintly hear the sound of the waves, and hear the wails of the souls mixed in with them.

"Senior Riddle, I didn't expect you to welcome me with such a big scene." A crisp voice suddenly echoed throughout the room.

"Oh? Harry Potter? The wand jumped into Voldemort's hand in an instant.

He looked around, but he didn't notice the figure he had been thinking about completely tearing it apart, only a familiar voice.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome. Today's dinner is missing you as a distinguished guest. Although there was no trace of the enemy, Voldemort still bowed gracefully,

"But why wouldn't you want to show up? Don't you like the banquet I have prepared for you? ”

"Of course not, I really like this big scene carefully prepared by Senior Riddle."

A trail of darkness poured out of the corner and quickly coalesced on the ground, before finally turning into a human form.

When they saw that familiar appearance, the faces of the Death Eaters who had just been released from prison and who had just been recruited were suddenly full of excitement and murderous intent.

Bellatrix, the leader, licked her mouth and made a rude gesture at Harley, and the others let out a strange scream.

But the Death Eaters who had attended Voldemort's resurrection party subconsciously shrunk their necks and took a few steps back into the crowd, trying to block their companions as much as possible.

After all, no one can forget the tragic death of their colleagues that night, and they are similar in strength to their colleagues, so it is better to be a little better.

As long as you don't do anything too out of the ordinary, I believe that when the final liquidation is over, you can still get a better end.

"Tut-tut, Senior Riddle is really Yaxing, today is obviously Christmas Eve, but you are still making murder in Azkaban."

Harley leaned against the wall as usual, her hands crossed to her chest, and she whistled in her spare hand.

"Oh, dear Hallie, I'm a little sad when you say that about me."

Voldemort shook his head helplessly, a smile appeared on his face, "I'm obviously sending peace to those prisoners!" ”

"You see, their filthy heads have left their lowly bodies, and they both look at each other with disgust, and now they are both free."

"They no longer have to endure torture from the Dementors, they don't have to fall into a situation where they can't survive or die, and they have gained eternal peace."

"What a beautiful thing!"

"What Senior Riddle said makes sense. From this point of view, this is indeed a beautiful death for the prisoners. ”

Harley flicked the wand in her hand, "So I wonder if Senior Riddle is willing to accompany them to enjoy this beautiful thing?" ”

The voice just fell.

"Bang!"

There was a loud thud and Harley took a step forward, and her whole body turned into a black line.

She crossed the entire room in less than half a second and came to Voldemort's presence.

The sword suddenly lit up, and a black dagger condensed out of thin air, as if tearing through space, and slashed at Voldemort's neck.

“duang～”

A silver shield emerged from the air to shield Voldemort from the fatal blow. The shield shuddered and made a dull sound.

And looking at Voldemort's expression, he didn't even react, but the protective magic that had been placed around him in advance automatically defended.

Harley didn't expect to break the opponent's defense in one go. The dagger in her hand exploded, turning into pure darkness and enveloping the shield.

At the same time, Hallie continued to move forward, her left leg bent, planning to deliver a nice knee to Voldemort.

It's a pity that Voldemort also reacted at this time, and an invisible barrier blocked the middle of the two.

Armor Guard, simple and ordinary, but good enough.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Harley was like an agile cheetah, pulling away lightly, and at the same time twisting her body to dodge the four instantaneous heart drills, and returned to the corner.

"You're so fond of using those little mudbloods?" Voldemort still kept his smile on his face, as if everything before was just a breeze,

"That's not going to work, my dear junior, we're wizards who know magic!"

I don't know when, but the room full of Death Eaters had left this level of prison, leaving only Harley and Voldemort alone.

"Let the seniors teach you a lesson, how to deal with heads-up correctly."

A large expanse of spells flew out in an instant, covering almost every place in the room where one could stand.

"This little trick of the Muggles will not be on the table after all, no matter how fast you are, as long as I cover every corner with a spell, how will you deal with it?"

In between spell casting, Voldemort still had the leisure to tease.

"Thank you Senior Riddle for your guidance, the senior sister is here to accept this concern."

Harley answered just in time, and the deep darkness spread rapidly, engulfing all spells.

After a strange sound like chewing, a series of daggers suddenly flew out of the darkness.

Voldemort subconsciously threw two transformation spells, trying to change the shape of the dagger and snatch control of it.

But something unexpected happened to him, even if it was Dumbledore's dagger, his spell could snatch at least half of it.

But as if immune to their own transfiguration, the black daggers slammed into the magical defenses in front of them, bursting open, eroding the defenses.

This reminded him of the scene that Bellatrix had reported to him earlier.

Voldemort's face darkened slightly, and he raised his hand and tapped his wand lightly at the ceiling above.

After a moment of silence, the lights from the magic lamps on the ceiling were instantly withdrawn, condensing into a new barrier in front of Voldemort.

At the same time, there was a series of incessant cracking sounds in the air, and the sound became louder and louder.

The ceiling was covered with cracks, and rubble was constantly falling.

Voldemort's wand slashed downward, and the entire castle of Azkaban Prison split in half, and the stone near Harry's half sank together!

"Dear Senior Riddle, have you forgotten?" Harry's voice came from the darkness, "The last time we met, you used a similar trick to the sky. ”

"Last time your magic didn't work, do you think this time it will have a different effect?"

At this time, the entire Azkaban prison had been completely split in half, and even in the deepest underground cell, the overcast sky could still be seen.

A roar of thunder rang out, and lightning instantly pierced through large slabs of stone, shattering everything.

The wind in the sky suddenly concentrated over Azkaban, and many pieces of debris were swept up by the wind, spinning in mid-air, ready to go.

"It's okay, I don't expect this trick to work for you." Voldemort landed on a hill made of rubble, and looked at Hallie, who was on the same level as himself,

"The rice has to be eaten little by little, and the rack has to be beaten little by little, I have this patience."

"Come out, my dear followers. We have to give this girl who is immortal enough respect. ”

The luster of magic lit up, and all kinds of hidden magic were quickly dissolved.

Behind each pile of rubble came several elves, werewolves, or giants.

A large swarm of Dementors flew out of the sky, their smoke-black robes fluttering in the wind, bringing with them a cold and terrifying aura.

The Death Eaters, who had disappeared without a trace, returned to the battlefield with confidence and fanaticism on their faces.

"It's the second round, do you like it?" Voldemort stared at Harley, a smile on his lips.

"Senior Riddle, what did you say about heads-up?" Hallie's little face was full of "anger" after being deceived, and she waved her fist viciously,

"You're the great Dark Lord, what about your credit?"

"I said single-handed, are you really single-handed? I don't like heads-up! ”

The sound of Voldemort casting his magic echoed through Azkaban, and a vicious laugh rang out all around, and even the stupid giants grinned in agreement.

"This is the most important lesson in your life! Credit in the face of power, it can be said that it is not worth mentioning! ”

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…… (End of chapter)