Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 385 Azkaban Incident

At the same time, overseas.

The storm raged over the ocean, bringing up huge waves that hit the cliffs of the island, creating waves.

It is seldom sunny here, and in this month when winter has not yet completely left, it is even darker and colder.

There were even large piles of dirty old snow in many places on the island.

This is the famous Azkaban prison.

At this moment, in the storm, a small boat is following the waves and moving forward.

At the island's entrance, the boat quickly stopped, and a short figure holding a cloth bag jumped onto the small dock.

"Be gentle, you stupid beast." A scolding rang out.

"I'm sorry, master." The short man whispered in a shrill voice, trembling as he apologized repeatedly.

Soon, this strange pair attracted the attention of the island's strikers.

"Where are they from?" asked the team leader.

However, what greeted him was only a green light.

The Dementors have arrived, the strongest line of defense in the entire Azkaban. They have no emotions and are impossible to kill, making this place a theoretically solid block of defense.

Yes, in theory.

Because Dementors are not low-level creatures without intelligence.

They have their own ideas, language, and complete thinking logic.

But there are only a very few beings who can communicate with these beings whose minds are only thinking about how to suck other people's souls.

The surrounding Dementors gathered here densely. The short man was half-crouching on the ground because of fear, and his body was shaking constantly.

"Beasts!" The being in his arms spoke: "Call me over, I will have a good talk with them."

“The main master can really relate to them.”

"I now need the services of a low-level being like you. How can I refuse them?" The person in his arms spoke with a matter-of-fact arrogance: "Or are you questioning me?"

"Sparkling doesn't dare."

After saying this, Winky gently opened the cloth bag in her arms with her skinny fingers. At the same time, a Dementor came closer.

After a moment, all the Dementors gathered around, making a humming sound among themselves, which mixed with the biting wind on the sea like a tragic and wailing melody.

After a moment, the Dementors surrounded Winky and walked towards the prison.

In the prison, all the cells were renovated. After the last accident, the entire prison was reorganized.

Sadly, however, that is all that can be done.

The time was too short. The Ministry of Magic's manpower and productivity were simply not enough to support Scrimgeour to keep pace with the times and cover all aspects, and to transform the entire wizarding world in a short period of time.

At this moment, these so-called "safe prisons" are like a joke.

They directly skipped the criminals on the outer layer of the prison. These people were the criminals who were sent in for crimes such as economic crimes, fighting, attacking, harassing, and intimidating Muggles, and stealing other people's property.

The purpose of their coming here is nothing more than to let the Dementors teach them a lesson and tell them to be well behaved after they get out.

In Voldemort's view, these people are of little use.

How can someone who can be arrested for such minor offenses be a talented person?

Coming all the way to the inner layer of the prison, he began to feel the breath in the air like a snake. Although he had no nose, he still made a clearly audible inhalation sound.

"Turn left." He controlled Winky remotely. Surrounded by Dementors, they twisted and turned and finally arrived in front of a prison.

"Where did this little dwarf come from?" A somewhat crazy voice asked, "Ah, who is this big shot from the Ministry of Magic? Now even goblins can climb up the ladder and come to Azkaban to do business?!"

"Bella." Voldemort began.

The prison suddenly fell into a moment of silence, and the next moment, a face hit the iron bars.

She seemed to be trying hard to squeeze her head out from the gap between the railings, wanting to see what was outside with her own eyes.

"Very good, very good." The voice sounded again: "You are indeed my most powerful subordinate. After all these years, you still keep a clear mind."

"Master!!" Bellatrix screamed in the prison, her eyes bloodshot and her face full of madness.

"I knew it, I knew it!" she shouted, "Master, I didn't expect you to have occupied the Ministry of Magic and come here. I knew you hadn't forgotten us. I knew all this would happen sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be today."

Voldemort did not interrupt Bellatrix's words. There was a kind of crazy faith in her voice, and this tone made Voldemort feel intoxicated and at peace.

"Give her the wand," said Voldemort.

Winky quickly handed her wand to Bellatrix, who took it happily.

“I hope you are not unfamiliar with this,” said Voldemort.

"I practice every day, facing the air, facing the wall." Bellatrix stroked the handle of her wand, feeling her own restless magic.

"I know that one day I will be able to serve you again, and I don't want to be a fool who can't wave a magic wand by then," she said.

The next moment, she swung her wand.

"Thunderbolt explosion——"

Boom! A big hole appeared on the solid wall.

Bella came out, and immediately couldn't wait to walk out of the prison and come outside.

She knelt down, lowering herself even lower to face Voldemort.

But at the same time, she expressed her disdain for house-elves without any concealment.

"Let go of your dirty hands." She slapped Shanshan's hands viciously, and then shouted intoxicatedly: "Master, my master, I will serve you devoutly."

Voldemort did not reject Bella's embrace, on the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief.

An old, weak, but small hand like a baby's stretched out and gently touched Bella's wrist.

Suddenly, a dark green light with black air began to flash at Bella's wrist.

"Go ahead. Those who are here are my most loyal subordinates." Voldemort said, "You are qualified to accompany me back to the wizarding world."

The wind was whistling, and under the sunshine, a motorcycle was flying in the sky with a flock of birds.

Behind them, three black dots gradually came into view.

"Harry!" Hermione was the first to notice and turned to remind Harry.

Harry looked back and brushed his fingers over his glasses.

The image in his eyes was rapidly magnified, and he could see who was coming at a glance.

"Marcus and the others," he said.

"It seems that they have given up the game just now?" Hermione speculated curiously: "If that's the case, maybe we can--"

"Be careful," Harry warned.

Hermione thought about it for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

"To be honest, Marcus always makes me feel something is wrong." Harry said, "He always gives me the feeling that he is pretending and his mental state is not stable."

"Why?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Harry thought about how Marcus had greeted them just now, and then shook his head.

“It’s just a feeling, but what is certain is that they are not the type of people who would put friendship first and competition second. This was determined during the first event.”