A group of Dementors stared at Voldemort with empty eye sockets.
They were a little frightened, and this feeling was only felt in the little wizard at Hogwarts a few years ago.
However, Voldemort and Alvin are entirely different.
Alvin made them fear with his ridiculously powerful Patronus.
But Voldemort, the human wizard, no, the wizard of unknown species.
His body had no happy emotion or memory but only an astonishing killing intent and darkness.
Even if you let them suck casually, they will never get any positive from Voldemort.
Seeing that the Dementor did not respond, Voldemort continued to speak.
"Submit to me. As long as I rule the magical world, you can absorb the emotions of wizards at will."
"Instead of being trapped on this isolated island, as it is now, to be a tool of the Ministry of Magic."
"Think about it. After so many years, are you pleased?"
"Join my family, and I'll tell you what true freedom is."
Voldemort's words made the Dementors a little excited.
Their dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic has also grown over the years.
Azkaban has fewer prisoners, and the quality of 'food' is declining yearly.
They haven't had a full meal for a long time.
After communicating uniquely, a Dementor a size larger than usual flew out.
After making a few conditions with Voldemort, the Dementors also gave way.
This means they have officially joined Voldemort's camp.
The door was violently slammed open, and the Death Eaters rushed in excitedly to free the prisoners.
There are only a few pure-blood families, and the two of them are related.
There are also many of their relatives locked up here.
The awakened prisoners struggled to open their eyes, and they were amazed by the crowd who rushed in, and the cries for help continued.
But when some people saw Voldemort walking in surrounded by Bella and others.
It's like being stuck in the throat by fate, unable to make any sound.
Only a few people laughed wildly.
"My lord! Here comes My lord!"
Voldemort looked up, and in prison not far away, a middle-aged wizard in ragged clothes was shouting excitedly.
"Rookwood?
After thinking about it carefully, Voldemort called out his name.
He hadn't seen him for so many years, and Rookwood looked so dirty that it was difficult to think of it for the first time.
A Death Eater helped him open the cell door, and Rookwood crawled to Voldemort's feet, kissing his robe.
"Fifteen years, a full fifteen years, you still remember me."
Moved to tears, Voldemort patted him on the head, regardless of the dirt on his body.
"Of course, Rookwood, I will not forget any of my servants who were loyal to me."
Of course, this is a lie.
In those days, Voldemort could remember those pure-blood family members and some powerful Death Eaters.
Some wizards are used to making up numbers or are weak. He will never look directly at these weak people.
A Death Eater like Rookwood, who is locked out so far, must be rubbish.
But Voldemort remembers him because Rookwood was once an employee of the Ministry of Magic.
And still in the Department of Mysteries.
He will still pay attention to this kind of special talent.
"Well, Rookwood, Dolohov, and Travers are still suffering. We'll go back and talk about it."
Voldemort's order made Rookwood nod repeatedly and walk at the forefront to lead the way.
Looking at the other prisoners eager to come out, Voldemort gave two choices.
Either continue imprisoned here until death or be marked by the Dark Mark and become a Death Eater.
There is no good bird who is imprisoned in Azkaban, and they all choose to join without hesitation.
Although the good and the bad are mixed, Voldemort finally returns a little blood in this wave.
Things went very smoothly today, the Dementors were subdued, and there were a lot of servants.
His mood was also much better.
Barty Jr. and others were very efficient. They gathered over 100 Death Eaters and 200 new wizards together in just a few minutes.
Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, Voldemort spoke.
"My most loyal servants, congratulations on your freedom."
There was a smile on Voldemort's face, and this was the happiest moment since his rebirth.
"My lord, I knew for a long time that you would return one day!"
Antonin Dolohov said excitedly.
He is a general under Voldemort, and his strength is extremely high.
In the original world, he killed Lupin and defeated Alastor Moody.
In the end, Professor Flitwick manages to clean him up, which shows his strength.
Voldemort scanned the room and found a timid figure hiding at the end.
"Wormtail! What are you doing behind!? Come here!"
Voldemort said with dissatisfaction, causing Peter Pettigrew, who was trying to reduce his presence, to tremble.
"Lord, My lord... I'm so happy to see you."
With a smile on his face, Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew with admiration in his eyes.
He might not have been resurrected if he hadn't released Bella, and Dumbledore would have crashed his Horcruxes.
This surprised Voldemort. He didn't expect this timid guy to be so loyal to him.
"You did a good job, and I will reward you well when we return!"
Wormtail was confused by Voldemort's words and thought it meant leaking Potter's address.
However, he felt much more settled in his heart, knowing that Voldemort would not settle accounts because of Potter's affairs.
Thus, a wonderful misunderstanding arises.
After all the beginning and end, Voldemort left with all the Death Eaters.
Instead of taking the Dementors, he let the Ministry of Magic support him for a while.
Otherwise, he would have no food to feed these guys.
And since all the Aurors were killed, the Ministry of Magic did not immediately get the news.
Only after Fudge did not receive Azkaban's routine report the next day did he send someone to check.
When the Ministry of Magic staff arrived in Azkaban.
The whole person is stunned when looking at the empty prison and the Dementors hovering in the sky.