Hearing Dracula's unexpected words, Bellatrix's fanatical expression froze on her face.
"You...what did you say?" She opened her mouth blankly, revealing a row of uneven teeth.
"You may not know that Voldemort actually came to this island once some time ago, just to pick up you, the most loyal Death Eaters." Dracula chuckled, took two steps diagonally forward, and stood In the center of the entire floor.
"On Halloween last year, he set two goals: first, to use a special method to completely restore his strength; second, to break through Azkaban and rescue you."
Dracula watched with interest the gradually dull eyes of the Death Eaters present, and then continued, "Perhaps you are curious now, why do I know Voldemort's goals so clearly?"
Some of the Death Eaters nodded curiously.
"That's because...both of his goals were destroyed by me." Dracula raised the corners of his mouth and gave them a rather playful smile.
"You!" Alecto Carlo shouted through gritted teeth.
"How dare you?!" Amycus Carlo rushed towards the cell grille and tried to reach out his hand to grab Dracula's clothes, but he could not reach an inch of his clothes.
The Death Eaters glared at Dracula with a playful expression, and they all seemed eager to rush up and hit him with the Cruciatus Curse.
Bella clung to the metal pillars of the grille tightly. She squeezed out some strength from somewhere and slammed her head against these hard, rusty iron bars, even if she suffered a bloody head injury. Liudu seemed to have no feeling at all.
While bumping into each other, she was cursing crazily, "I will kill you...I will definitely kill you..."
"You just said clearly that you came to rescue us, and you also said that you would use this incident as a credit to gain a position beside the Dark Lord..." The older Death Eater said with dull eyes.
He looked at Dracula blankly, with a painful expression, as if he had not yet recovered from the beautiful dream just now.
"When did I say these words?" Dracula glanced at him inexplicably, "If I remember correctly, these things are obviously made up by your own minds, right?"
The old Death Eater was stunned, using his memory that had been almost worn away in Azkaban for many years, to carefully recall all the words Dracula had just said.
He suddenly realized that Dracula seemed to have never said his specific attitude towards the Dark Lord——
Dracula only objectively introduced the Dark Lord's current state of not being completely dead, talked about the actions he had done in the past, and also said that he still had feelings for these loyal Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. Didn't give up...
Even Dracula himself said something very obvious, such as "I am not the rescuer he sent to rescue you."
However, the Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban and tortured by dementors for too long created a fantasy for themselves, imagining a big drama in their minds that someone was coming to rescue them, and even their own hearts. It has long been believed to be true. ….
When there was such a huge gap between the truth of the matter and their fantasies, the first thing they thought of was not to analyze coping strategies and methods. Instead, they were indulging in the fantasy they had woven and couldn't extricate themselves.
Especially the old Death Eater.
He was originally a pure-blood aristocrat who had been in a high position for many years. He grew up with a golden key in his mouth. He had never experienced any setbacks since he was a child, and he did not have much willpower at all.
It was not his intention to enter Azkaban this time. He was not as willing to die as other die-hard Death Eaters, he was just caught because he was running slowly...
The more than ten years of prison life have long smoothed the edges of this old Death Eater, making him unwilling to miss the slightest opportunity to escape from here, but the cruelty of reality hit him hard. hand.
"To be honest, originally I wanted to learn more from you
They tricked some of the information about Sirius Black..." Dracula looked at the excited Death Eaters and shrugged slightly, "But I didn't expect that you would be so far away from him. It's so close, but I still can't figure out how he escaped from prison."
"In this case, then you are of no use, why not give me some fun before leaving." He said with a cheerful smile.
"If you do this, the Dark Lord will definitely not let you go after he regains his strength!" Rudolph Lestrange roared angrily.
"In fact, no matter what I do, he will never let me go...or, I won't let him go either." Dracula said casually, "Besides, don't count on your Dark Lord in the near future. The lord will come to save you, but he fucked you in front of me until there was no powder left."
"How is that possible?!" someone shouted.
"How is it impossible?" A playful smile appeared on Dracula's face again, "Suddenly I remembered that I only said that I destroyed two of Voldemort's targets, but I didn't say how I destroyed them. What do you want? Do you want to listen?"
Before the Death Eaters could speak, he continued speaking on his own, "Actually, both of Voldemort's goals are completely under my control. From beginning to end, I knew what he was planning to do and what he was going to do. To achieve something..."
"Even the materials he needs to be resurrected were specially sent to him by me, just to give him a surprise!"
Dracula vividly and vividly told Voldemort's tragic experience, and very clearly described the trap Voldemort had fallen into, the disasters he had experienced, and the tragic situation when he was bullied by Dracula.
The expressions of the Death Eaters in the seventh floor of Azkaban became more and more terrifying, and the curses became louder and louder. The noisy Dracula could not quietly observe the space left by Sirius Black. The prison cell.
So he simply didn't bother to look for any more clues. He turned directly to the dementor who had been following him and said:
"These people seem to be scolding very vigorously. It seems that they have nowhere to vent their energy and they have quite a lot of physical strength."
"Well, go and call your companions over and let them take a good look at the top floor of Azkaban! Remember to help me entertain these energetic guys."…
After that, Dracula showed an intriguing smile to these Death Eaters, snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Only the Dementor, who was filled with only ecstasy, was left in the prison. After Dracula left, its ungrateful behavior immediately retracted and it returned to its previous ghastly and evil style.
This dementor was happy that it had escaped the clutches of that terrifying existence; on the other hand, it was because according to Dracula's instructions, it could freely feed on the highest level wizards in Azkaban.
Although it is difficult to find any delicious positive emotions from the fanatical Death Eaters on this level, at least it can be regarded as filling the gap between teeth with some snacks.
For a while, wails and screams filled the seventh floor of Azkaban Prison.
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On the other side, Harry was not in a great mood.
He sat slumped against a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, a few blocks away from the Dursleys' home.
Harry was panting from exhaustion from dragging the box. He sat there without saying a word, his anger still unabated and his heart still beating fiercely.
Not long ago, Aunt Maggie, who came to the Dursleys' house as a guest, made things difficult for him, was extremely mean to him, and even insulted and humiliated his parents...
Harry couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't even control, or in other words, he didn't want to control the surging magic in his body, so he inflated Aunt Maggie into a balloon!
Then, he ran away from home alone, pulling his suitcase with the owl Hedwig's cage under his arm, and came to this dark and quiet street.
But after ten minutes of sitting alone in this dark street, a new feeling suddenly invaded his heart.
That's panic!
No matter what
In this way, it seemed that he had never been in a worse situation than now - he was stranded alone in the Muggle world with no future and no place to go.
Worst of all, he just used magic, which means he will almost certainly be expelled from Hogwarts!
Harry had seriously violated the "Law on the Restriction of the Use of Magic by Minors", and he now highly suspected that it wouldn't be long before a representative from the Ministry of Magic would suddenly apparate to where he was sitting to punish him and order him to Dropped out of Hogwarts.
Thinking of this, Harry trembled all over and looked around Magnolia Crescent.
He only knew that casting magic outside of school was not allowed and that there would be extremely serious punishments, but he didn't know exactly what kind of punishment was waiting for him.
Will he be arrested and sent to Azkaban? Or simply banished from the magical world?
"It would be nice if Hermione was here, she must know what kind of punishment I will receive." Harry thought of his friends and his mood became even lower.
Harry could be sure that, regardless of whether he was a criminal who had violated the laws of the wizarding world, Ron and Hermione would try to help him.
But as luck would have it, both of them are now abroad - Hermione's family is on vacation in France; and Wes came home to win the "Daily Prophet" grand prize and also went to Egypt for vacation. The newspaper sent by Ron There are pictures of them printed on it! ….
Not only that, but now Harry only had Hedwig's cage with him, and Hedwig had just been sent by him to send a reply to Ron. Without Hedwig around, he could not contact his two friends in time.
Harry touched his pocket and found that he was completely impoverished and did not have any common Muggle coins on him.
In the money bag at the bottom of his suitcase, there was some gold Galleons left in the magical world, and he might be able to exchange for some money for emergencies. But usually gold stores would not accept gold from unknown sources, let alone he was only a thirteen-year-old child.
The rest of the property his parents left him was in the underground vault of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. There might be some useful things in there, but now he couldn't even find a way to get to London by car.
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Harry squinted down the dark alley. As long as the thing moved, he would know if it was just a lost cat or... something else weird.
"Lumos," Harry whispered softly.
Under the spell of the Wand Lighting Charm, the tip of his wand released a beam of light, illuminating the dark street.
He raised his wand high above his head. The gravel-covered wall of No. 2 reflected a bright light, and the garage door also reflected a faint light. Between the two, Harry clearly saw a large, with A big black dog with big shining eyes!
Harry was startled and backed away violently.
His leg hit the suitcase and he stumbled. His body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell backward.
Just when Harry's body was about to hit the ground hard, he suddenly felt his clothes being pulled by something. Then he was gently pulled by the clothes and stood on the ground again.
"You have a letter from the Department of Prohibition of the Misuse of Magic of the Ministry of Magic." A pleasant female voice came from behind.
Harry turned around and saw a young witch with pink hair and blowing bubble gum in her mouth holding an envelope and handing it over.
She also held a wand in her hand, and it seemed that the pink-haired witch had just pulled him up in time when he was about to fall to the ground.
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