England, North Sea.
The originally thin cloud layer started to become thick.
The wet sea breeze with a little fishy smell constantly was blowing towards the cliff.
Boom~!!
The thunder that flashed across the sky aroused the curiosity of the Death Eaters.
This month, it should be snowing.
Winter thunder, many people think this is not a good omen.
Voldemort looked up to the sky and his scarlet eyes showed satisfaction.
"The world may have long forgotten the horror of the Dark Lord, but tonight, let us tell the world that Lord Voldemort has returned!"
Voldemort's voice changed from hoarse and low to gradually sharp.
The originally lifeless Death Eaters also reacted.
"The Dark Lord..."
With the first cry, the Death Eaters on the edge of the cliff gradually became fanatical.
Voldemort was very pleased with this and opened his arms to everyone: "Tonight, let's declare war on magic!"
"Tonight, let's shock the world!"
"Tonight, let us capture the castle in front of us with thunder, and let the magic world know that we are back!"
"Tonight, we want to remind them of the terror that once reigned under the Dark Lord!"
Voldemort's voice grew louder.
The cheers of the Death Eaters grew louder too.
Snow began to fall after the thunder.
Such weird weather is even more disturbing, but Voldemort was very satisfied.
He waved his hand and the Death Eaters gradually fell silent.
"Fourteen years and two months, this is the time I disappeared."
"During this period, many former companions left us, some were arrested, and some chose to betray us."
"But I'm glad that so many people are still willing to come back after fourteen years."
"Tonight, you will fight for the Dark Lord again!"
"The humiliation you have suffered in the past ten years will be recovered from tonight."
"You are no longer at the mercy of others, and we will be restored to glory."
"Today, from now on, let us tell everyone that magic is power!"
Voldemort raised his wand, and a blinding bolt of lightning shot into the sky, causing the snow that was originally fluttering to stop forcefully.
The sound of thunder in the clouds was endless.
Not far from the North Shore, Alastor Moody looked at the sky in surprise.
"Just now I was worrying about how to turn snow into rain, but now I don't need to worry about it."
His blue magical eye was fixed on the cliff where Voldemort stood.
Beside him, Sirius and others followed.
They are the elite Auror-level wizards in the Order of the Phoenix.
On the other side, the Aurors stationed in Azkaban were also attracted by the spectacle of lightning and thunder.
The captain leading this garrison team was an experienced old Auror.
When he saw the faint light on the other side, he suddenly felt a bad premonition.
"Everyone, stay alert!"
The trained Aurors immediately drew their wands.
Just at this time, a dense fog suddenly appeared and quickly shocked the entire Azkaban island.
Whoosh~
Just when the Aurors were on guard, the sound of something rushing through the air suddenly passed beside them.
The old Auror who led the team immediately looked behind him.
"Son, go to Hogwarts immediately, and inform Dumbledore about the situation here. Remember, you must go to Hogwarts, don't go to the Ministry of Magic."
"I see, Father!" replied the young man.
Just when he was about to use Apparition, the sound of something rushing through the air beside him suddenly disappeared.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light flew out of the thick fog and precisely hit him.
Seeing his son die, the old Auror didn't have time to be sad, he quickly turned around and reminded the rest: "Be careful!"
He had just finished speaking when a few green rays of light appeared again in the dense fog.
Being attacked in such an environment, even experienced Aurors had a great chance of dying.
What's more, the Death Eaters always used the Killing Curse.
After fourteen years of peace, the Aurors have long lost their privileges.
In particular, since Barty Crouch was transferred from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the stipulation he had made that Aurors could fight back with the unforgivable curses was also voided.
So now Aurors, facing the killing curse flying around, can only resist using normal magic.
A few returned fire.
For Death Eaters, since the Aurors can't cast the Killing Curse, the threat to their lives is greatly reduced.
The battle soon drew to a close.
A team of Aurors responsible for guarding Azkaban ended up being down to only two people.
The old Auror dropped to his knees, but he was forced to raise his head by the person behind him.
A thick fog billowed in front of him.
Dressed in a black robe and with bare feet, the snake-faced Dark Lord walked out of the fog.
"Voldemort!?" The old Auror's eyes were full of fear.
"Oh, Henry Berg?"
Voldemort came before old Auror Henry.
"I didn't expect that we would meet again one day. You have really aged a lot. I still remember the way you followed Barty Crouch and resisted me back then."
"You're becoming more and more of a monster, Voldemort, where's your nose?"
"Crucio!"
A bone-scratching pain spread all over Henry's body.
In the past, Voldemort would call his appearance a proof of noble blood.
But since he was mocked by Lucas in the cemetery, he now hated people talking about his nose.
And Henry unfortunately touched this taboo.
"Kill them!"
After torturing Henry, Voldemort let out a sigh of relief.
Ignoring the flashing green light around him, he went straight to the bottom of Azkaban.
Azkaban was originally a castle.
It's just that the shape of this castle is a bit unique.
Standing in the sky and looking down, Azkaban is a triangle.
Voldemort looked towards the corner of the top of Azkaban and powerful magic power poured into the wand in his hand.
Dazzling light instantly flew out from the tip of the wand.
The powerful spell completely shattered a corner of Azkaban and the surrounding Death Eaters cheered loudly.
They were applauding Voldemort's strength, but if Lucas was here, he would definitely show a disdainful expression.
Because Voldemort wasn't using any powerful spells.
It was just an ordinary demolition curse, similar to a bombarda but more focused on bringing down buildings.
But only with the powerful magic power of the quasi-legendary wizard, can a corner of Azkaban be shattered.
If it was an ordinary wizard, it would already be considered good to blow up a big hole.
Voldemort withdrew his wand and closed his eyes slightly, waiting for his most loyal subordinates to return.
The surrounding Death Eaters also gradually became quieter.
A few more minutes passed until a crazy laugh came from Azkaban.
Bellatrix staggered out from inside looking thin and haggard, a good portion of the beauty she used to be famous for was now gone.
When she saw Voldemort, admiration welled up in her eyes.
"Master, thank you for coming to save me, master!"
Bellatrix lay prone and approached Voldemort step by step. And when she kissed the corner of the other party's robe, there was a hint of intoxication on her face.
Behind Bellatrix, followed her husband Rodolphus Lestrange.
He didn't mind at all about his wife's appearance and there was even a hint of admiration in the way he looked at Voldemort.
Immediately behind the two was Barty Crouch Jr.
He was almost killed by the dementor brought by Fudge, but Lucas passed by and saved his life.
These three could be regarded as die-hard fans of Voldemort.
Certainly, the three of them were not the only ones imprisoned in Azkaban.
In addition to a large number of Death Eaters, there were also some common criminals.
Seeing the Dark Lord standing in front of them, these people choose to surrender without the slightest hesitation.
Rather than go out and be captured by the Ministry of Magic, it's better to follow the Dark Lord, at least they won't have to worry about it after they leave here.
"Welcome back, my friends!" Voldemort said with a smile.
There was joy in his tone, and any megalomaniac who suddenly got hundreds of subordinates would laugh from ear to ear.
"You would rather stay in this dark cell than surrender to the Ministry of Magic and choose to renounce me. I feel your loyalty."
"After we go back, I will definitely reward you generously, and you will be my most loyal and trusted subordinates."
Seeing the expressions of his diehard fans getting more and more excited, Voldemort was about to continue speaking.
Unexpectedly, he didn't have time to speak yet when there was a loud bang in the sky that interrupted him.
Followed by the second, third.....
Voldemort had never heard this particular sound, but he could feel the changes in the clouds.
A strong sense of oppression fell from the sky, and except for Voldemort, all the Death Eaters frowned.
Those dark wizards who just came out of Azkaban were even worse and many of them were half kneeling on the ground.
"Hmph~!" Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes and raised his wand to the sky.
The green light flew to the clouds, but before it got close, it was intercepted by another spell that fell from the sky.
When the spell was over, Lucas fell from the sky and landed right in the middle of a crowd of Death Eaters.
'Elf Magic—Void Decay!'
With his palms slapping the ground, the power of the void quickly covered the ground within a radius of fifty meters.
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