HP the red-haired savior

For the British wizarding world, an incredible and extremely terrifying thing happened.

The legendary heavily guarded Azkaban has been destroyed!The frightening and treacherous dementors in the legend have been killed!The legendary and notorious Death Eater has escaped from prison!

As soon as the incident came out, my friends and I were shocked!

On the Daily Prophet, the headline on the front page was about this incident, and it was accompanied by a photo of the miserable green Dark Mark hovering over the gloomy and cold sky of Azkaban, making people creepy.

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was so driven mad by his own fears and letters from the crowd that he flooed to Hogwarts almost immediately.

"Dumbledore!" The chubby minister came out of the fireplace in the headmaster's room, his oily forehead was covered with sweat, "You know?"

This question is a bit thoughtless, and the minister's current posture is also very embarrassed.The headmaster with a white beard smiled gently, with a convincing voice: "Oh, yes, if you're talking about Azkaban, I think I know it." Raising his hand and waving his magic wand, a golden and red armchair appeared in front of him, and said, "Connelly, don't worry, sit down first!"

"What to do! Dumbledore!" Fudge sat down in the armchair, almost growling, the horror in his eyes couldn't be concealed, "He's back! He's back!"

"Relax, relax, Connelly." Dumbledore is undoubtedly a very contagious person, under his repeated comfort, Fudge slowly calmed down, and then the white wizard said, "If you are talking about Voldemort If—(At this time Fudge visibly trembled, and screamed: "Don't say his name!" But Dumbledore obviously didn't care)—Yes, it is very likely that he came back, but Or maybe it wasn't him."

"Not him!" cried Fudge. "Who would that be? Dumbledore, who would it be? Who else could break into heavily guarded Azkaban? Eliminate all the monsters? Who can rescue all the Death Eaters inside?" Fudge asked three consecutive questions, and his voice became more and more sharp. "The person who can achieve those three points, besides him, who else has the position to do this kind of thing?"

"Connelly, you are afraid." Dumbledore said sharply.

"I didn't!" Fudge frowned like a cat with its tail scalded.

"You should be prepared for this." Dumbledore's voice was as steady as ever, "except that Voldemort—("Don't say it!" screamed Fudge again, "Don't say that name, Dumbledore!")— We may also have a new, unknown enemy, who is no weaker than Voldemort."

Fudge's face suddenly turned pale, and he said incoherently: "No, no, Dumbledore... There is no such person, there is no such person..."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the invisible house-elf brought the chocolate-colored drink to the headmaster's table: "Connelly, I think you need a cup of hot cocoa."

"Oh, yes." Fudge muttered, picked up the hot cocoa, and took a big gulp. Suddenly, there was a surge of enthusiasm in all limbs and bones, and the pale face of the Minister of Magic looked much better.

"So, Dumbledore——" Fudge asked after recovering, "What are you going to do about this?"

"Oh, dear Connelly, I'm just a little headmaster." Dumbledore smiled and winked at Fudge.

"Dumbledore!" Obviously Dumbledore's answer made Fudge very dissatisfied.

"You should ask the Auror to go to Azkaban first, Connelly." Dumbledore stood up as he spoke, straightening the pointed wizard hat on his head.

"Oh, yes, I did!" Fudge knew that Dumbledore was letting go, and stood up, and said, "You can ask Moody for the specific situation—"

"Of course." Dumbledore said, grabbing a handful of floo powder and throwing it into the fireplace. "Ministry of Magic!"

Fudge followed closely behind, and in the jumping firelight, both the white wizard and the minister disappeared.

September [-]st, London, England, King's Cross Station.

"Oh, this is really..." The Knight Bus slammed to a halt, barely stopping before hitting a brick wall, while the busy and orderly train station was completely unaffected - in fact, Muggles couldn't see it at all. I can't even feel the existence of the Knight Bus, but Harry sitting in the car can really feel the rampage of the Knight Bus.

"Soon you get used to it, Neville (Harry called himself Neville on the Knight Bus)." Stan Thorpak, the conductor of the Knight Bus, said with a smile, "This is the feeling of the Knight Bus! You Will definitely miss it in the future!”

"Oh, maybe." Harry muttered, got out of the car with his luggage, and walked into King's Cross Station.

Meanwhile, another savior of the wizarding world arrives, but in a decidedly cooler way.A flame-red Koenigsegg sports car sped over, made a slightly harsh brake sound, and stopped steadily in front of the station gate.Then, the driver's door opened, and a tall man in a black suit and black sunglasses stepped out from inside.The man walked quickly to the door of the passenger seat, opened the door and leaned in, and took out three dark brown leather suitcases.

After that, the door of the back seat was also opened, and two people stepped out from inside, one looked like a young man, and the other was also half a teenager, both tall and slender.The young man has black hair and red eyes, his hair is like ink, and his pupils are like blood; he is dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, but it just makes him look elegant and noble.The young man's red hair stood up flamboyantly, and the color was as hot as a sports car. His golden eyes looked extraordinarily bright in the sun; he wore an ankle-length coat on his shoulders, which revealed a weird clown suit. Her Star Tears makeup was covered by a gentle mask, and no one else could see it.

"Okay, the train station is here." Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly at Hisoka, "Then I'm almost back, Nagini is still waiting for me at the manor."

"Wouldn't Voldemort want to go to the platform?" Hisoka raised his eyes and gave Voldemort a lazy glance, "Maybe we can see some familiar old friends~"

"No, it's impossible." Voldemort said blankly, "My old friends have already gone to see Merlin."

"Oh, so my dear Lucius is not Voldego's friend?" Hisoka blinked and asked.

"Lucius' father and I are of the same generation." Feeling a little embarrassed about his age, Voldemort lowered his voice.

"Ah~ so Voldegus is so old~" Hisoka laughed ripplingly, took the cowhide case from the driver, and walked into the station in a straight line.

The Dark Lord watched the little savior's back gradually disappearing, and snorted softly.

After returning to the manor, Voldemort summoned Lucius.

"It's an honor to serve you, MyLord." Patriarch Malfoy saluted gracefully, and greeted Lord Dark Lord with a pleasant aristocratic tone.

"Go and tell Sirius Black to give me the locket." The Lord Dark Lord sat in the armchair with Nagini at his feet. "He only has one month. After one month, if I still I didn't get the locket..." The Dark Lord's voice gradually dropped, showing a bit of elusiveness. "Just be careful with his godson!"

"Yes, my Lord." Patriarch Malfoy responded to Lord Dark Lord with a low magnetic voice. After a while, the Slytherin nobleman asked again, "Who is the 'godson' that Lord is talking about?"

"What do you think?" The Dark Lord asked Patriarch Malfoy sideways, and asked in a flat tone.

The leader of the Slytherin nobles thought for a while, and felt that he understood the meaning of Lord Demon King.