North Sea.

Azkaban is dark and gloomy, as if it is the end of the world, the end of the world.

Lucius didn't know how he ended up here in a daze. He felt like he was trapped in a turbulent river, unable to escape and could only be carried forward. When he came to his senses, the gray tower that stood like a skeleton on the horizon was already right in front of him.

He looked back and saw that the number of wizards who came with him had increased. After the gathering that belonged only to the twenty-eight holy purebloods, although they had to take action immediately, each family still brought along some purebloods of lower status and some half-bloods.

At this moment, everyone was wearing masks and wrapped in black robes, darker than the surging black waters of the North Sea.

"Snape isn't here?"

A man squeezed in front of Lucius. The world was spinning around him, and Lucius couldn't even tell who the man under the mask was. It was almost ten seconds later that he realized that the man was talking to him, but the voice was made unclear by the surging waves.

"I have contacted them." Lucius said while swallowing his saliva. At that time, he wanted to take advantage of the situation and write two letters, one to Snape and one to Cyrus, but he was being watched by dozens of eyes and he did not have the courage after all.

As for the letter to Snape, there are very few key points on it.

He couldn't reveal his plan before he was sure the other party would participate.

"It seems that he really betrayed me!" The wizard snorted coldly, branding Snape a traitor, and felt disgusted and disgusted with Snape's behavior from the bottom of his heart, even extending it to Snape himself.

As if he himself was very loyal.

Lucius made no comment. His mind was blank. The black waves kept rising and crashing against the sea surface. The splashing foam was like cold yet hot nails, piercing his soul harshly.

"Because of the traitor Pettigrew, the Ministry of Magic has noticed that there are loopholes in the use of Dementors as guards, so they have specially transferred a few wizards here to help." The wizard with more sufficient intelligence said, "This is a good thing for us. Aurors are easier to deal with than Dementors!"

Hearing these words, the shadows of the "ghosts" wandering around the dilapidated tower were suddenly reflected in Lucius's dull eyes. Although the number of remaining Dementors was less than before, there were still some.

"Azkaban already has a counter-spell against Apparition. We catch it off guard. By the time the Ministry of Magic finds out about this, it will be too late!" one of the wizards said excitedly.

Then, there was the sound of nearly a hundred people taking out their wands.

Lucius immediately pressed the top of the gentleman's cane in his left hand and pulled out a short stick like a sword.

His wand was very short, so he added a little silver decoration to the end.

"rush!"

Someone shouted loudly, and hundreds of people rushed towards Azkaban with high emotions.

They all rode on high-performance flying brooms, like a black whirlwind, sweeping across the sea, leaving behind the sound of tearing the air! The Dementors hovering in the sky like sharks felt this emotion earlier than the Aurors, and immediately broke away from the Grey Tower and rushed towards the group of people. They dragged long black cloths, like dirty souls left behind.

"Shoot them down!"

Hundreds of people shot black spells into the sky at the same time. There was almost no magic in this world that could kill Dementors, but as long as these things still had a physical body, they were not invincible.

Black spells flew out densely like missiles. A Dementor was hit in the chest and immediately flew backwards as if hit by a speeding truck. Its body flipped in the air for hundreds of meters like a dead leaf before it escaped the power of the spell.

It looked very angry and attacked again.

However, it underestimated the wizard.

The spells continued one after another, and the Dementors in the sky couldn't get close to them at all. They were constantly knocked away, and the front line also retreated one after another.

Lucius didn't even know if he was aiming or not. He ignored the spells after they came out of his wand. He just raised his arms and attacked non-stop, attacking until his arms were sore.

Those Dementors were either knocked away or simply knocked down and fell into the sea. The turbulent currents would carry them to who knows where, or they might directly freeze that small piece of sea water and seal themselves in it.

Seeing this scene, the Death Eaters had a better idea.

"Stop their actions!"

Needless to say, several smarter wizards had already done so. They threw out the odds and ends they had on them, and with a flick of their wands, they immediately turned them into ropes, chains, or thorns, which instantly pierced through the tattered robes of the Dementors and tied them up tightly! Several wizards also worked together to cast a floating spell, causing the sea water to rise, forming a water prison to seal them up, and then there was a shout: "Freeze quickly!"

The water prison and the trapped Dementors instantly froze into a huge ice ball. The ice balls fell into the sea and drifted to an unknown place along the ocean current.

The first line of defense of Azkaban, the Dementors that caused so many headaches, was destroyed. But in the final analysis, the reason why this kind of thing is so feared is entirely because the prisoners imprisoned in Azkaban have no power to resist.

The Aurors on the island also noticed something was wrong at this moment. In fact, they should have discovered it earlier, but they had been surrounded by Dementors and their mood had been extremely low. They have recovered a little now.

As they recovered, they saw the Death Eaters approaching in the distance like a swarm of locusts!

"Fight immediately and find a way to contact the Ministry of Magic!"

One of the Aurors shouted, and he lit the fire, intending to use the Floo Network to connect to the Ministry of Magic, but he was still a step too late. Before the green flame ignited, a green lightning had already fallen across the waves! "Avada Kendava!"

The spell hit the Auror's chest, knocking his body flying. He rolled on the ground with his eyes wide open like a broken doll.

He is dead.

The next moment, there will be a massacre!

It's so easy.

The Death Eater stepped on the Auror's cold body with a smug smile on his face. He hadn't experienced this kind of exhilarating feeling, this feeling of being able to easily take someone's life, for more than a decade.

Didn't they originally follow Voldemort's footsteps just to be able to be better and superior?

The law can only be used to rule those half-bloods or lowly mudbloods, and they should be standing above it! Lucius raised his wand again and blasted open the door of Azkaban!

Bella actually always knew this day would come.

She never believed that her master could be defeated by a baby, let alone that he was dead. Until recently, the dark mark on her arm reacted again, allowing her to regain consciousness from her madness and numbness.

The Dark Mark was scorching hot, but it was the only thing that could keep her warm in the cold Azkaban.

However, when the spell blasted down the door of Azkaban, Bella was disappointed.

Standing outside the door were a group of timid rats. Even now, they were still wrapping themselves up tightly and did not show any confidence in the Dark Lord.

But the figure she had been expecting to see did not appear.

She still had shackles on her hands and feet, and she was extremely thin. Under her messy hair were sunken cheeks and eye sockets.

"Where's the Dark Lord?"

The Dark Lord didn't come in person?

At this time, of course, only Lucius can have a say.

The twenty-eight pure-bloods are almost all relatives, but the one closest to Bella is, of course, Lucius, who married Bella's sister.

"The master hasn't shown up yet, but I think he'll be back soon."

"Didn't show up?" Bella sneered. Not only her, but other freed Death Eaters also lowered their heads and laughed shrilly, as if it was Lucius who had suffered twelve years in prison instead of them.

"Is it that the master doesn't trust you?" Bella's husband, Rosalof Lestrange, echoed her. He was tall but thin, and at the moment he looked crazy and vicious, like a ferocious wolf.

He was ruthless and cold, and had no feelings for his wife. Even during the more than ten years in prison, they lived next to each other and did not communicate much. However, he was extremely loyal to Voldemort.

When he faced trial twelve years ago, he did not utter a single word of surrender.

To be honest, such people are worthy of being called the core members of the Death Eaters, the real backbone! It also meets Voldemort's expectation that they have no fear and even death can be eaten away.

"Humph, traitor!"

These freed Death Eaters snorted coldly, as if they wanted to get rid of Lucius, a fence-sitter, as soon as possible, but they did not do so. On the one hand, it was because they did not have wands in their hands, and on the other hand, they had no right to make decisions on behalf of their masters.

The fate of these traitors should be entirely in the hands of the Dark Lord! "Don't go too far. Don't forget that we saved you!" Many of the wizards traveling with Lucius were immediately dissatisfied after being insulted like this.

They were just afraid of Voldemort, and they were not inferior to these prisoners, so naturally they were unwilling to swallow their anger.

"You saved us? I hope not!" Bella laughed wildly at first, then her face suddenly turned cold, and her pale and dry fingers suddenly pinched the wizard's throat.

At the same time, the wizard also put his wand against Bella's temple, but his hand holding the wand couldn't stop shaking, and his face was full of fear. Bella didn't look like she was threatened by the other party's wand, because she knew that this waste in front of her would never do anything to her.

How dare a traitor harm the Dark Lord's confidant? "The master will be back soon. Even if you don't come, it won't be long before we are rescued!" Bella's eyes were full of anticipation. "More than ten years have passed. I can wait a few months!"

Compared to seeing a bunch of disgusting traitors as soon as she got out of prison, she naturally yearned to see her beloved master more! However, Bella was very confident that when the news of her escape from prison spread, the Dark Lord would definitely take the initiative to summon her back to his side.

So she let go of the terrified wizard and walked madly towards the cold sea!

But to her disappointment, things did not develop as she expected.

On the third day of the Azkaban prison break, the Ministry of Magic finally discovered something was wrong because they could not contact the Aurors stationed in Azkaban, and the fact that all the inmates of Azkaban had escaped was finally revealed.

This time, the entire British wizarding community was in an uproar.

It was like a dream. Azkaban, which had stood for centuries, was breached just like that? Not to mention the others, even Dumbledore was a little bit unbelievable when he saw the Daily Prophet.

Cyrus had never imagined that Lucius' so-called action would be such a big deal.

"Based on the time, it should have happened three days ago. These Death Eaters are still unable to hold back. It's probably because they don't have wands in their hands," said Cyrus.

Death Eaters, especially those who had been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years, their brains had long gone crazy and abnormal, and their hearts were probably filled with desires for destruction and abuse. Apart from not having wands in their hands, Cyrus could not think of any reason why they would not come out to cause destruction.

"Or perhaps Voldemort has already met with them."

Dumbledore thought that perhaps Voldemort was restraining them.

Voldemort had experienced several failures and was suppressed by him and Cyrus. Even if he was resurrected, he couldn't be too high-profile.

Judging from Voldemort’s initial actions after his resurrection in the original book, at least Voldemort was not so arrogant as to think that he would be invincible as long as he was alive.

He first actively united different races to strengthen his own military strength, and then made the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore appear to be in harmony, weakening the power at Dumbledore's disposal. At that time, the Ministry of Magic even became directly hostile to Dumbledore, and the rift between the two sides continued until Fudge stepped down.

As for setting up a plan to lure Harry to the Ministry of Magic, etc., it is enough to show that Voldemort is not a fool.

It was not until Dumbledore's death that Voldemort's arrogance and madness completely surpassed his wisdom, because he felt that no one could hinder his progress anymore, just like Superman with a super brain who almost gave up thinking because of his more powerful power.

As the two were talking, the door of the principal's office was suddenly pushed open.

A greasy black figure swooped in like a bat.

"Dumbledore..." Snape's face was gloomy. He held today's Daily Prophet in his left hand and his right hand was pressed on the inside of his left arm. However, he probably didn't expect Cyrus to be here too. He stopped suddenly, his eyes like black holes shrank slightly, and his words paused.

"Hello, Severus." Cyrus greeted warmly, but Snape looked at Cyrus and Dumbledore and could not say a word.

He had been a double agent for the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, and now the two people he served were mixed up together. The pain in his arm seemed like a ridiculous joke.

Fortunately, Cyrus did not stay long.

He walked straight to the window and said, "I'll take my leave now. You can worry about Voldemort's affairs yourself."

Cyrus opened the window, and the surging magic wrapped him like white mist, and then he floated into the sky like smoke in the wind, leaving Dumbledore and Snape speechless for a long time.

After a moment, Snape's mouth seemed to move, and it seemed not to move, but no matter what, he still uttered a sound, his tone full of sarcasm.

"So - the greatest wizard of the twentieth century and the most terrible Dark Lord are in league with each other?"

"It's just that our enemy is someone else." Dumbledore didn't feel embarrassed at all. He sat up again and looked at Snape calmly. "Well, Severus, you came to me in a hurry. I guess there must be something wrong."

Snape opened his mouth, but looked towards the window where Cyrus had left, and for a moment he didn't know if he needed to say anything more.

At this moment, in France, Voldemort followed the procedure and went to the French Ministry of Magic to register, while also observing the situation in the French Ministry of Magic.

It was the first time he stepped into the French Ministry of Magic so formally.

This place is very different from the British Ministry of Magic. The interior decoration of the Ministry of Magic is bright and clean. His influence has almost no base in this country. Compared with Durmstrang in Northern Europe, controlling Bubbleston is obviously more important in Voldemort's heart.

This time, he didn't have to fight hard against Britain. It would be a smart plan to start from Paris and make it his base. Then he could control the wizard power of France and join forces with Ms. Rosier in Northern Europe to attack Britain! Of course, he didn't intend to give up the forces that could be used in Britain. When Dumbledore was facing internal and external troubles, he could first deal with Cyrus, then obtain the power of ancient magic, and then eliminate Dumbledore!

By then, the European wizarding world will be in his pocket, and the whole world will be at his fingertips!

As he was thinking, an official from the French Ministry of Magic came to greet him.

"Mr. Crouch, how do you feel?" This was a black wizard.

"Not bad," Voldemort looked much happier than when he met Karkaroff in Northern Europe. He nodded while looking at the exquisite and romantic decorations in the Ministry of Magic and said in a tone of praise.

“I love Paris.”

(End of this chapter)