The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

The churning green flame slowly calmed down, and gradually returned to the way it was burning quietly before.

And Riddle's face was completely restored, and his voice became clear again.

"I don't know why, Dracula took Harry Potter too closely during this period, and I couldn't find a suitable opportunity to take blood." He explained to Voldemort, "But today is different from the past. , Dracula is going to the ghost's death day party, and he won't come out from there until after twelve o'clock in the morning!"

"This is a great opportunity! Although Harry Potter and his friends also went to the Deathday Party, this kind of little wizard must not be able to bear the gloomy atmosphere of the Deathday Party. They will stay for two hours at most. I can't help but come out from the ghost side."

"When Harry comes out, I will tell him that I have prepared a big meal for my friend, so that I can condolences to his trauma from attending the ghost dinner... When Harry comes to my teaching assistant's office, in the In the absence of Dracula, wouldn't he be at my mercy?"

"I only need a maximum of three hours! I promise, before eleven o'clock tonight, I will be able to bring Harry's blood to the safe place you told me earlier!"

Riddle's tone suddenly became extremely serious: "If I can't do it, I am willing to accept your punishment, even if it means completely absorbing the mind I was born with!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked deeply into Riddle's face, as if wondering how much truth there was in his words.

"You're right about Dracula staying with ghosts."

Voldemort raised his hand slowly, looking at the narrow, crumpled parchment in his hand.At this time, the red dot representing Dracula remained motionless in the underground classroom.

"In this case, I will give you one last chance..." He said in a cold tone, "I will even give you an extra hour... If you haven't sent the blood before Halloween officially comes, then you Know what to expect!"

Riddle nodded slightly, and then his face disappeared into the green flames.

Voldemort watched Riddle disappear with scarlet eyes, and watched the flames in the fireplace gradually turn from green to red, with an inexplicable look on his face.

"Master..." Yaxley approached cautiously, and asked softly, "Do we really have to wait for your clone for three hours? I'm worried... What if we miss the opportunity?"

"No more," said Voldemort.

, the red fire reflected on his scarlet eyes, as if a flame was burning in it, "Severus can only hold Dumbledore for three hours, we don't have another three hours."

"Let's go, follow me to break through Azkaban!" He pointed his wand in the direction of Azkaban, "Once my most loyal companion is rescued, my avatar will naturally get what I want. "

"But... hasn't your strength fully recovered yet?"

"Heh, in the absence of Dumbledore and Dracula, do you want to block me with the help of those local chickens and dogs from the Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort's voice was cold, "Even if the strength has not yet recovered!"

Chapter 120 The mass grave next to Azkaban

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With a strong momentum, amidst a series of crisp sounds, the Death Eaters present apparated and disappeared into the living room of Malfoy Manor...

The full moon hangs alone, and the waves are monstrous.

On an island in the middle of the British North Sea, there is a lonely fortress surrounded by tall steel walls.The waves beat on the iron wall, splashing high waves, but no drop of water could cross the towering walls of the island.

Countless dementors dressed in tattered black cloth wandered in the sky as if soaked in water.Wherever they pass, it seems as if all joy is sucked away, reminding one of the scariest things in life.

This is the strictest and most inhumane prison in the British magic world. Here, all the prisoners are guarded by dementors. So far, the success rate of escape has always been zero!

Most of the prisoners inside the walls died of despair, having lost the will to live.Dementors drain people of all happiness and leave them with the worst memories.Prolonged exposure often results in insanity and even death!

To this end, on the outskirts of Azkaban Prison Fortress, near the edge of the steel walls, the Ministry of Magic built a burial here to house those who died in prison.

This place is like an abandoned mass burial mound, with dead bodies scattered there.Because the observers and Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic were unwilling to get close to the range of the dementors, most of the corpses were hastily buried. Even in the cold air at the end of October, mosquitoes were still active in the corpses, buzzing endlessly .

There is not a single trace of blood on the land, just a piece of coldness and desolation, desolation and emptiness... This is because all the wizards who died did not have a single wound. They were either squeezed out of their happiness by the dementors, and their souls died before their bodies, or The soul was sucked away by the dementor, leaving only the dead body...

There are scattered and low tombstones scattered on the ground, which are left by the relatives of the prisoners who are willing to come to visit.

The dead cemetery had not been visited for a long time, but on this unusual Halloween the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.

Among the graves, behind the rocks, in every dark place, a wizard apparated and appeared as a black figure.All of them wore hoods and covered their faces, not showing the slightest trace of themselves.

Suddenly, a dense black mist suddenly rose!

Voldemort's figure slowly stepped out of the black mist, and came in front of many Death Eaters.

"Welcome, my servants," Voldemort said calmly, but from his trembling pale lips, it could be seen that his heart was not at peace either, "Oh, it seems that as long as there are Death Eaters carrying the Dark Devil The Mark came here first, and Azkaban's anti-apparition spell doesn't seem too difficult to deal with."

He looked around, as if he had traveled through time and saw scenes from many years ago.

"Twelve years... It's been close to 12 years since our last major operation. I'm glad I still have so many loyal Death Eaters by my side like I did back then...I'm glad it shows we're still Unite under the Dark Mark! Yes?"

All the masked Death Eaters in black robes knelt on the ground in front of Voldemort, forming a circle.

"I swear allegiance to my master!" they shouted loudly, and the mosquitoes and flies around them flew away from the center of the cemetery in a mess.

"I really miss..." Voldemort paced slowly, looking at the faces of the Death Eaters in front of them one by one, saying their names, "Lucius, McNeill, Nott, Avery, Crabbe, Goyle..."

He took two more steps, but stopped suddenly, looking at the gap between Lucius Malfoy and Avery—there was enough space for two people to stand.

"The Stranges should stand here," Voldemort said softly, "but they've been imprisoned in Azkaban so far. I know they are the most loyal, and they would rather enter Azkaban than abandon me... ..."

"When Azkaban is breached, the Lesters will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. What do you think about that, Lucius? Avery?"

Both Lucius and Avery shook their heads quickly, expressing that they had no other opinions at all.

"When we break through Azkaban, the dementors will

Join us...they are our natural allies.In addition, we will recall the banished giants... I will find all my loyal servants, and I will regain a group of magical animals that everyone fears..."

He continued walking, passing some Death Eaters without making a sound, and stopping in front of others.

"McNeil... are you still jealous of the way I've paved the way for Yaxley's promotion?" Voldemort asked, staring at an elderly wizard.

"I...I don't, Master." The wizard McNeil said in a panic, "I absolutely support Yaxley as Minister of Magic!"

"Don't worry, McNeill. Paving the way for him first is just because his department is more suitable for promotion." Voldemort said with a wicked smile, "Your job is to eliminate dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic, which does not meet our expectations."

"But don't worry, there will be better things for you to destroy soon, McNeil. Your future is quite promising..."

"Thank you, master... thank you." McNeill murmured.

"And you..." Voldemort then walked up to the two largest hooded figures—"Crabbe...you'll do better this time, won't you? And you, Goyle , will you drop the chain again this time?"

They are the fathers of Draco Malfoy's two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, and they seem to be carved out of the same mold as their sons in size and IQ.

Both bowed awkwardly and muttered foolishly.

"Yes, master..."

"Yes, master..."

"Yes?" Voldemort turned cold.

"Ah, no! You won't lose the chain, master!" Gore immediately changed his words.

Voldemort had nothing to do with these two idiots, he sneered helplessly, turned to Lucius and said, "Lucius, take care of your two old friends for a while, don't let them ruin our plan!"

"Yes!" Lucius responded quickly.

"What about you, Nott?" Voldemort asked softly to a hunchback in Goyle's shadow.

"Master, I prostrate myself in front of you, I am your most loyal—"

"Enough." Voldemort interrupted Nott's loyal words.

He walked up to the largest gap and looked at it with hollow red eyes as if someone was standing there.

"Here are seven Death Eaters missing...Three died for me, as I recall, Wilkes, Evan Rozier, and Barty Crouch Jr. Barty Jr. Just buried in this desolate cemetery; there is one who is missing, and the Dark Mark can't feel the existence, Regulus Black. He should have died too; there is another one who has no courage to come back, Yin Gore Karkaroff . . . he will pay the price."

What Voldemort said was not accurate.

He didn't know that Regulus Black had betrayed him for his house elf Kreacher, and now he was resurrected by Dracula in a different way;

In addition, he didn't know that Barty Crouch Jr. didn't actually die. The one buried in this cemetery was his mother who died for him.Now he was locked in the house by old Barty Crouch, who controlled him with the Imperius Curse every day, which made him not respond to the call of the Dark Mark.

"Besides, Severus and Yaxley have their own missions, and there is no way to come to us now..." Voldemort continued.

"Leaving aside the two who still have missions, and those Death Eaters who have left me forever, we still have ten companions, including the Strange couple, deeply trapped in the prison of Azkaban."

"And now, the prison where our companions are imprisoned is in front of us!"

Voldemort pointed his wand at the lonely, dilapidated fortress in the distance.

"Tonight, we must break through the prison that is right in front of us!" he shouted to the Death Eaters present. "I will not allow my faithful servants to be chained by the Ministry of Magic's dead-eating politicians."

"At the same time, rescuing those companions is also an indispensable condition for achieving our goal!"

Chapter 120 The Seventh Attack!Who is undercover?

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Next to the Azkaban Prison, unlike the dilapidated surroundings, a relatively clean hut stood.

The hut is protected by airtight glass, and the airtightness is extremely tight. It is also covered with various protective magics, so as to block the influence of dementors on the mind. It can be regarded as the isolated island where Azkaban is located. One of the few pure lands.

At this time, a relatively tall man with long blond hair braided into a neat braid quietly appeared, and came outside the hut that blocked most of the influence of the dementors.

Before entering the hut, Yaxley quietly raised his sleeve, glanced at the bright red Dark Mark on the inside of his left arm, and nodded secretly.

Through the reaction of the Dark Mark, he can confirm that the Dark Lord and many Death Eaters have arrived on the island where Azkaban is located, and then their next plan can proceed normally.

So Yaxley raised his hand and knocked on the door—

"Winter Dongdong."

A small, narrow window opened behind the door, and a wizard peeked out one eye from behind the window, looking out vigilantly.

"Oh, Director Yaxley, right? Come in!" Seeing Yaxley's face, the wizard let down his vigilance.

He opened the door a little, put Yaxley in, and hastily closed the door, checking carefully that the seal was intact.

"Huh... it's pretty lucky, there are no dementors guarding nearby. Azkaban is really not a place for people to stay!" After all the work was done, the wizard patted his chest and relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Director Yaxley, it's really hard for you to come to this kind of place to visit relatives in prison."

"The dementors here can clearly understand some human words, but they never care about our instructions, and absorb our happy emotions regardless of whether they are friends or foes!" He said,

"I just don't understand... the energy and spirit of the prisoners in such a ghost place will be sucked up by the dementors. It is impossible for them to escape from the prison. Why are observers and Aurors guarded here? Working here is torture!"

Yaxley smiled, ignored the wizard's complaints, and looked around the structure of the hut.

"Augus, I bribed you... No one else will know, right?" He suddenly looked at the wizard named Augus, and asked, "I remember, there is a communicator here. It can be reported directly to the Ministry of Magic."

"How could it be, Director Yaxley?" Augus said hastily, "There are very few people coming to this remote place on the poor island, and there are a lot of dementors guarding here, so where can I use the communicator?"

He pointed to Yaxley a magical rattle hanging on the wall, "No, that's the one. As far as I know, this thing has never been used, and I think it's just a decoration." .”

Yaxley took a closer look at the rattle on the wall, and nodded slightly, "I see. By the way, where are the two Aurors who are partnering with you?"