Azkaban is on an isolated island in the middle of nowhere.

It is like a robot forged of rock and steel, motionless in the face of the raging waves, and has not changed its expression for decades.

It was so cold and hard that no life form was wandering around it, neither a bird nor a fish, and when it was a hundred miles away, it would automatically shift its direction.

This is, of course, because it is enchanted.

Except for the specific transport ships that travel between the wizarding world and Azkaban, no one will be able to find this place.

Tom Riddle stood at the entrance to Azkaban, a passage of rocks with interlaced teeth like the esophagus of some kind of animal.

Just standing in front of the passage makes me feel like I'm being shattered by it.

Tom took a deep breath and looked intoxicated.

"After spending a long time in a sunlit attic, I realized that this is a better place for me."

He said to the black sharp-tailed swift beside him, "Mr. Peter, you have brought me here. ”

The sharp-tailed swift flapped its wings and "stood", and its body quickly swelled to the size of an adult, eventually transforming into Peter in a black suit.

"You're welcome, Your Excellency Riddle."

Tom secretly envied Peter, who had turned into a swift, and at the same time had a little more awe of Peter's master.

God knows how that person transformed Peter's soul, at least he saw with his own eyes that Peter's Animagus forms were no less than five.

This is simply a violation of common sense of magic!

However, the sharp-tailed swift that Peter turned into, relying on his strong ability to fly at sea, forcibly found Azkaban by elimination.

It's really hard work.

Tom bowed, then pulled out his wand and strode into Azkaban.

……

Jack is the caretaker of Azkaban, and in addition to him, there are Joe and Ryan.

The three guards, all of whom had forgotten their previous lives and names, spent their days watching the gates, cleaning Azkaban, and feeding the prisoners.

The wind chimes rang, and Jack sat in a simple windowed wooden hut with moss as dark as a rock growing at the bottom.

The historic wooden house is almost on the verge of falling apart, as if the wind chimes could pull it down if it swayed a little longer.

Jack was used to the way the cabin looked, and if it did collapse, it would be a good thing to smash him to death.

He sighed and slowly lifted his head from last year's newspaper.

Today is not the time to deliver supplies, and there is no notice of the release of prisoners before, which means that new prisoners are coming!

Jack's numb eyes fluttered, and he stood up, forcing his curiosity to look in the direction of the entrance to Azkaban.

"Fainted."

A burst of red light smeared on his face, and Jack didn't even see the assailant's face.

Before he fell into a coma, he scolded in his heart rather indignantly:

Damn bastard, the planks on the ground are soaked in water, and when I wake up, my body is cold!

Huh?

It seems like it's not bad to just die, saving yourself from living with a bunch of crazy people and stones.

Jack lay down with a smile on his face, and with a 'snap', the planks on the ground stirred up a circle of water around him.

"Float!"

"Clean up!"

Tom politely "moved" Jack to the only table in the cabin and kindly cleaned up his clothes for him.

It's not easy for people to see the gate here, but they can't freeze him.

Tom was so happy that he had done a good deed, and even the air in Azkaban became sweeter.

It didn't take long for two more caretakers to sleep peacefully in Azkaban's locker.

"Fireflies."

Tom waved his wand, and a turquoise flame hung in front of him, illuminating the way to Azkaban's prison.

He came first to Rodolphus Lestrange.

Azkaban's brutal treatment left the once personable, pure-blooded aristocratic gentleman scruffy, thin, and emaciated.

He huddled in the corner of the cell, his eyes fixed on the outside, until he could see Tom's face through the green light.

"My lord?" Rodolphus asked excitedly and confusedly.

"You remember what I used to look like, Rose." Tom affectionately used his nickname and stretched out his wand to open the prison's locks and magical barriers.

"My lord!" Rodolphus threw himself at Tom's feet on his short legs, wiped his lips clean with his own hands, and kissed Tom's shoes with a respectful face.

"Alaho Cave Open!"

"Clean up!"

Tom unshackles Rodolphus' hands and feet, helping him clean up some of the dirt and musty smell from his body.

"Praise be to you, my lord. I smell the smell of newness! Rose half-knelt up, bowed his head, and stretched out his right hand, "The wand is flying!" ”

A wand that had not been well maintained returned to his hand, and he was holding the tail of the wand in his hand, pointing diagonally at the ground, like a knight preparing to go on an expedition.

"Rodolphus Lestrange awaits your dispatch!"

Tom smiled with satisfaction, put the tip of his wand on Rodolphus' right shoulder, and said:

"Rose, you need to take a fresh look at your loyalty. Starting today, I'm going to use my own name, Tom Riddle. ”

"At the same time, I've changed my ideals - from today onwards, I'm going to stand up for half-blood wizards."

Rodolphus's expression did not change, he just spoke: "My lord has been right from beginning to end. ”

"Rodolphus Lestrange will remain as loyal as ever."

"Good!" Tom tapped his wand on each of Rodolphus' shoulders, "Get up, my loyal knight. ”

"I need help me find some true loyalists."

"The life and death of everyone else, except Sirius Black, you can decide with one word."

"Yes, my lord." Rodolphus got up with a look of excitement, and even though he hadn't eaten for two days, he still felt his body full of strength.

The other cells heard Tom and Rodolphus talking and screamed.

It was the Death Eater who wept bitterly and said words of welcome to Tom, not the Death Eater's face full of loyalty that he was a Death Eater.

However, none of these people's temperament escaped Rodolphus's cold eyes.

He had been here for many years, and he knew exactly who was complaining in private and who was a true loyal.

He was proud that the Lestrange clan were loyal—

His brother Rabastan, his wife Bellatrix.

Especially his wife, whose beauty can even make the master share some thoughts!

It's the glory of the family!

Perhaps Sirius Black was let go because of his blood relationship with her.

The cries of the dying man, begging for mercy and scolding soon rang out in the cell, but the voices quickly faded away.

In its place was the sound of a long-lasting black laugh.

Rodolphus soon returned, followed by Rabastan and Bella, whom Sirius was holding hostage, with shackles on his hands and feet.

Tom smiled, and the wizards who exuded a cold temperament knelt in front of him.

Sirius, on the other hand, was pressed hard to the ground and gnawed on a mouth full of mud.

Tom didn't speak.

At the end of the quiet prison passage, a group of Dementors floated quietly in the air.

They were cloaked in tattered cloaks and emitted a rotting stench.

The prisoners kneeling on the ground trembled involuntarily.

The despair that wafted from the Dementors reminded them of nearly a decade of painful torture.

"Gentlemen and ladies. And the Dementors. Tom spoke, his voice drowned out the sound of the waves.

"I'm back."

Nope

(End of chapter)