Malfoy Manor.
Voldemort looked out the door with narrow eyes, Bellatrix and Barty Jr. standing behind him.
In the bright front yard, black silhouettes constantly appear.
Soon, hundreds of Death Eaters in black robes stood silently here.
"My lord, except Snape, everyone else is here."
Lucius Malfoy whispered as he walked over to Voldemort.
Looking at the Death Eaters before him, a glimmer of disgust flashed in Voldemort's eyes.
Most of these people are members of pure-blood families and have family backgrounds.
But each is unbearable, except for learning a few more Dark Arts. In some places, they are even lower than ordinary wizards.
Unfortunately, to maintain his rule, these wastes must be maintained.
"Bella, you go and assign them tasks."
Voldemort gave an order and asked Bellatrix to assign specific tasks to the Death Eaters.
There are not many wizards stationed in Azkaban, which is a chore.
Because Sirius, Bella, and Barty Jr. escaped in a row, the Ministry of Magic strengthened the guard.
But now there is only one team of Aurors and three teams of strikers stationed there.
The biggest threat is instead the group of Dementors.
After everyone listened to today's plan, the quiet front yard became noisy.
Is the Dark Lord ready to be fully exposed to the wizarding world?
No one in history has conquered Azkaban.
"My lord, do you really want this? Facing Dumbledore and the Ministry at the same time."
A Death Eater spoke hesitantly, expressing the concerns of many people.
"Selwyn, you have too many questions."
Voldemort's words sounded without a trace of warmth. A giant python suddenly sprang from behind him, swallowing Selwyn in one bite.
The other Death Eaters didn't react, and a companion just disappeared before their eyes.
"The purpose of calling you here is not to ask your opinion but to let you execute it."
"If anyone doesn't want to go, stand up now, and I can stop you from going."
No one moved, and even a fool could hear the killing intent in Voldemort's words.
Facing an increasingly moody Voldemort, only bitterness remained in their hearts.
During this process, Lucius Malfoy said nothing.
Now, as long as it is what Voldemort ordered, as long as it is not murder, he will unconditionally execute it.
This is also Alvin's advice. Voldemort would kill people without hesitation.
If Lucius was killed, then the Malfoy family could only count on Draco.
And because of this, Voldemort has been quite satisfied with Lucius recently.
"Let's go!"
When Voldemort finished speaking, he waved his wand.
A black mist spread from his whole body, enveloped everyone and flew into the distance.
In the North Sea, a black fog fell on the isolated island where Azkaban was located.
The Auror in charge of the patrol immediately noticed something was wrong.
But before he had time to respond, a fierce green light made him permanently shut his mouth.
A dozen Death Eaters, led by Bellatrix, traveled around the island, casting Anti-Apparition Charm to surround Azkaban.
"Let's make a fuss, kill all the Ministry of Magic personnel, and release my most loyal servants."
With a wave of his hand, Voldemort was not ready to shoot.
Suppose he has to do everything himself. There is really no prestige.
It has to be said that the appearance of Grindelwald still made some changes to Voldemort.
He has found himself needing to maintain a confident composure.
The Death Eaters defeated the Aurors on the island in less than ten minutes.
But the Aurors were the elites of the magical world, after all. They took away a few Death Eaters even if they fought more with less.
Voldemort looked up at the sky, and black clouds were constantly emerging from the Azkaban in the distance, and there was a faint sound of rags churning inside.
A large number of dementors in black cloaks came out.
Barty Jr. twisted his body uncomfortably and recalled the days in Azkaban.
These dementors have tortured him for over ten years, and he has PTSD.
"Reducto!"
A dazzling fire burst out from the wand's tip, and several Reductor Curses shattered the rags on several dementors.
The Dementor's body has a strong defense against these spells and doesn't take much damage.
The other Death Eaters didn't fare too well.
Speaking of Dark Art, everyone here has some very evil Dark Art.
Dementors are dark creatures and have very high resistance to Dark Art.
In addition, they have no entity, and some powerful physical curses are useless.
The only thing Dementors fear is the Patronus.
You make a bunch of dark wizards cast Patronus. That's really embarrassing for them.
The Dementors were very excited.
They don't care whether these people are invaders or not. They are food in the eyes of all Dementors.
The prisoners in the Azkaban had no joy to offer them.
Just as these Dementors pressed the Death Eaters to suck frantically, Voldemort couldn't sit still.
"A bunch of trash! Shadow"
He didn't expect that a group of creatures who only acted on instinct would be able to beat their subordinates.
"Wind of the Dead!"
A gust of wind rose out of thin air, rushing towards the Dementors in all directions.
Wherever they passed, the affected trees and flowers withered at speed visible to the naked eye, then turned into a puff of ashes and fluttered in the wind.
Seeing this terrifying destructive power, the expressions of some Death Eaters on the path of the Wind of Death also changed significantly.
Fortunately, Voldemort controlled his magic to bypass them.
Several of the attacked Dementors let out a heart-pounding wailing and then disappeared.
The remaining Dementors also saw that the situation was not good. They quickly retreated and gathered into a large dark cloud to confront Voldemort.
"I know you understand me, Dementors."
Flying to them, Voldemort's eyes flashed a red light.
Today, his purpose of coming here in person is not only to release the elite of those Death Eaters but also to subdue this group of Dementors.
When he traversed the magical world more than ten years ago, he had a large army of darkness under his command.
Trolls, Inferius, Vampires, Werewolves.
These notorious dark creatures were once his minions.