Chapter 173: Azkaban Prison Break

North Sea.

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

Lucius didn't even know how he got here in such a state of confusion. He seemed to be stuck in a fast river and could not escape. He could only be carried forward. When he came to his senses, the gray tower standing like bones on the other side was already close. In front of you.

He looked back and saw that the number of wizards who came with them was even larger. After the gathering that only belonged to the twenty-eight holy pure bloods, although they said they would take action immediately, each family still brought some status and more. Lower pure blood and some mixed blood.

At this moment, everyone was wearing masks and black robes, which was darker than the black water surging in the North Sea.

"Isn't Snape here?"

Someone squeezed in front of Lucius. In the whirlwind of the world, Lucius couldn't even tell who the person under the mask was. It took almost ten seconds before he realized that this person was talking to him. But the sound was made erratic by the rising waves.

"I've contacted him." Lucius swallowed his saliva and said. At that time, he wanted to fish in troubled waters and write two letters, one to Snape and one to Cyrus. However, with dozens of pairs of eyes watching him, he finally decided Don't have the guts.

As for the letter to Snape, the gist of it is sparse.

It was impossible for him to reveal his plan before confirming whether the other party would participate.

"It seems that he really betrayed!" The wizard snorted coldly, branding Snape as a traitor, and felt disgusted and disgusted with Snape's behavior from the bottom of his heart, and even extended to Snape. Pu this person.

Just like how loyal he is.

Lucius refused to comment. His mind was blank now. The black waves kept rising and crashing on the sea. The splashes were like cold and hot nails, piercing him hard. soul.

"Because of the traitor Pettigrew, the Ministry of Magic noticed that there were loopholes in the dementors' role as guards, so they specially transferred a few wizards to join them." A wizard with sufficient information said, "This is a good thing for us, Ao Robbie is easier to deal with than the dementors!"

Hearing these words, Lucius' dull eyes suddenly reflected the shadows of the "ghosts" wandering around the ruined tower. Although the number of remaining dementors was less than before, there were still a number of them.

"Azkaban already has a counter-curse for disembodiment. We caught it off guard. By the time the Ministry of Magic knew about it, it was already too late!" one of the wizards said excitedly.

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

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

His wand is very short, so he deliberately added a little silver decoration at the end.

"rush!"

I don't know who shouted, and hundreds of people rushed towards Azkaban with high emotions.

They all rode flying broomsticks with excellent performance, passing over the sea like a black whirlwind, leaving a sound of tearing the air!

Those dementors that were wandering in the sky like sharks felt this emotion earlier than the Aurors, and immediately left the gray tower and leaned towards the group of people. They drag their long black clothes, 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 entities, they were not invincible.

Black spells flew out densely like missiles. A dementor was hit in the chest and immediately flew backwards as if it was hit by a speeding truck. The body reversed in the air like a dead leaf. It took several hundred meters to get rid of the power of the curse.

It looked very angry and attacked again.

However, it underestimated the wizard.

Those spells continued one after another, and the dementors in the sky were unable to get close to them. They were constantly being knocked away, and the front line also retreated one after another.

Lucius didn't even know if he was taking aim. He ignored the spells after they were cast out from his wand. He just raised his arms and kept attacking. He kept attacking. Even his arms were sore. .

Those dementors were either shot away or simply shot down and fell into the sea. The turbulent currents took them to unknown directions, or they might directly freeze the small piece of seawater and seal themselves in it. .

Seeing this scene, the Death Eaters had more ideas.

"Seal their actions!"

Needless to say, several smarter wizards have already done this. They threw out the scattered objects on their bodies and turned them into ropes, chains or thorns with a click of their wands, instantly destroying the dementors. The tattered robes on their bodies were pierced, and they were tied tightly!

Several wizards also joined forces to cast floating spells to raise the sea water, forming water prisons to block them, and then there was a sound:

"Quick freeze!"

The water prison, together with the trapped dementors, froze into a huge ice ball in an instant. These ice balls fell into the sea and drifted to unknown directions along the ocean currents.

Azkaban's first line of defense, the dementors that gave countless people headaches, collapsed in this way. But in the final analysis, the reason why this kind of thing is so feared is simply because the prisoners imprisoned in Azkaban are defenseless.

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

As soon as they recovered, they saw the Death Eaters in the distance pressing in like locusts all over the sky!

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

One of the Aurors shouted. He lit the fire and planned 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 Kendawa!"

The spell hit the Auror's chest and knocked his body away. He rolled around on the ground with eyes wide open like a broken doll.

he died.

The next moment is massacre!

So relaxing.

The Death Eater stepped on the Auror's already cold body with a proud smile on his face. This feeling of freedom, this feeling of being able to easily take away the lives of others, has not been experienced for more than ten years.

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

Things like law can only be used to rule those mixed-blood or lowly mudbloods, and they should be based on it!

Lucius raised his wand again and blasted open the door to 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 suddenly regain her consciousness from madness and numbness.

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

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

Standing outside the door were a group of timid rats. Even now, they had wrapped themselves up tightly, showing no sign of confidence in the Dark Lord.

But the figure she had been looking forward to seeing did not appear.

Her hands and feet were still shackled, 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?

Or does he already feel that he, the losers imprisoned in Azkaban, is no longer important?

Thinking of this, a feeling of being abandoned suddenly arose in Bella's heart. Twelve years of prison life had almost broken her spirit. She couldn't stand the stimulation at this moment, and the madness in her eyes was like a mad dog. .

At this time, of course, only Lucius could speak.

Almost all twenty-eight purebloods are related, but the one with the closest relationship to Bella is of course Lucius, who married Bella's sister.

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

"Didn't show up?" Bella sneered. Not only she, but also the other liberated Death Eaters lowered their heads and let out harsh laughter, as if the people who had suffered twelve years in prison were not them, but Lucius.

"Master doesn't trust you, right?" Bella's husband, Rosdolph Lestrange, also sang along with her. He was tall, but with a thin face. He looked crazy and sinister at the moment, like a vicious bird. wolf.

He is ruthless and cold, and has little affection for his wife. Even during the more than ten years of prison life, the two of them lived next to each other without much communication. However, he was extremely loyal to Voldemort.

When he faced the trial twelve years ago, he did not even say a word of surrender.

To be honest, such a person deserves to be called a core member of the Death Eaters, the real backbone! It was also in line with Voldemort's expectation that they would have no fear and that even death would be eaten away.

"Humph, traitor!"

These liberated Death Eaters snorted coldly, as if they wanted to get rid of the losers like Lucius immediately, but they did not do so. On the one hand, they did not have wands in their hands; The right to make decisions on behalf of one’s own master.

The life and death of these betrayers should be entirely in the hands of the Dark Lord!

"Don't go too far. Don't forget that it was us who saved you!" Many of the wizards traveling with Lucius were insulted in this way and immediately became dissatisfied.

They were just afraid of Voldemort, but 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 suddenly her face turned cold, and her white and withered fingers suddenly pinched the wizard's throat.

At the same time, the wizard also pressed his wand against Bella's temple. However, his hand holding the wand could not stop shaking, and his face was full of fear. Bella didn't look like she was being threatened with a wand at all, because she knew that the loser in front of her couldn't possibly do anything to her.

How dare a traitor harm the Dark Lord's henchmen?

"The master will be back soon. Even if you don't come, it won't be long before we are rescued!" Bella looked forward to it. "More than ten years have passed. I'll wait for a few months." Affordable!”

Compared to seeing a bunch of disgusting traitors as soon as she was released from prison, she naturally yearned more to see the master she longed for!

But Bella is very confident that when the news of her escape from prison spreads, the Dark Lord will definitely call her back to him.

So she let go of the frightened 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 found something wrong because they could not contact the Aurors stationed in Azkaban. The fact that all the Azkaban prisoners had escaped was finally exposed.

At this time, the entire British magic community was in an uproar.

It was like a dream. Azkaban, which had stood for centuries, was actually breached like this? !

Not to mention other people, even Dumbledore was a little unbelievable when he saw the Daily Prophet.

Cyrus could not have imagined that Lucius's so-called action was such a big event.

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

Death Eaters, especially those who have been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years, have already gone crazy and abnormal in their brains. They are probably full of desires for destruction and abuse. Apart from not having wands in their hands, Cyrus can't think of any reason for them not to come out and cause destruction.

"Or maybe Voldemort has already met 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 the initial operations of Voldemort after his resurrection in the original book, at least Voldemort was not so arrogant that he thought he could be invincible as long as he was alive.

He first actively united different races to strengthen his own forces, and then made the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore appear to be in harmony, weakening the power Dumbledore could control. At that time, the Ministry of Magic even became a direct hostile relationship with 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 died that Voldemort's arrogance and madness completely surpassed his wisdom, because he felt that no one could be an obstacle on his way forward, just like Superman with a super brain, who almost gave up thinking because of the stronger power.

The two were talking when the door of the principal's office was suddenly pushed open.

A greasy black shadow rushed in like a bat.

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

"Hello, Severus." Cyrus greeted cordially, but Snape looked at Cyrus and Dumbledore and couldn't say a word.

He was originally a double agent for the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. Now, the two people he served were mixed together. The pain in his arm was like an absurd joke.

Fortunately, Cyrus did not stay for long.

He walked straight to the window: "Then I'll take my leave first. You can worry about Voldemort's affairs yourself."

Cyrus pushed open the window, and the surging magic wrapped him like white mist. Then, he floated into the sky like a cloud of smoke blown by the wind. Dumbledore and Snape were left speechless for a long time.

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

"So - the greatest wizard of the 20th century and the most terrible Dark Lord are in cahoots?"

"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, "Okay, Severus, you came to me in a hurry, so there must be something."

Snape opened his mouth, but looked at the window where Cyrus left, and didn't know if there was anything else to say.

At this moment, in France, Voldemort followed the procedure and went to the French Ministry of Magic to register first, while also looking at the situation of 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 power has almost no soil in this country. Compared with Durmstrang in Northern Europe, controlling Bubbaston is obviously more important in Voldemort's heart.

This time, he doesn't have to fight hard against the hard bone of Britain. Starting from Paris, it is not a smart plan to make it his base camp. By then, he will be able to control the wizard power of France, and then join forces with Ms. Rosier in Northern Europe to attack Britain!

Of course, he does not intend to give up the forces that can be used in Britain. When Dumbledore is in trouble both internally and externally, he can first solve Cyrus, then obtain the power of ancient magic, and then eliminate Dumbledore!

By then, the European magic 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 is a black wizard.

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

"I like Paris."