Late at night, on the rough sea, a ship was sailing through the waves.
The old oil lamp on the bow swayed gently with the waves, still illuminating the front and continuing to guide the ship.
Suddenly, several strange black shadows passed around the ship, and a thick layer of frost and fog froze silently on the deck.
A wizard wearing a thick cloak and holding an oil lamp in his hand, who was responsible for helping to keep watch, could not help shivering and cursing under his breath. He quickly hung the oil lamp, whose surface was covered with frost, beside him, pushed the door and went into the cabin to keep warm. Not all dark wizards could tolerate Dementors.
Having lost the source of pleasure it could suck, the Dementors responsible for guarding the ship began to slide forward, escorting the ship towards the sea ahead.
"It's freezing outside and I hate Dementors."
"Give!"
A tipsy wizard next to him poured him a glass of whiskey and said, "Today is a good day."
"Yes, that's right."
"That madman is finally dead."
“It’s definitely worth celebrating.”
The dark wizard on sentry duty took the whiskey, clinked glasses with the other dark wizards, took a big gulp of the whiskey, and joined in the condemnation of Scrimgeour.
There really was a lot going on tonight.
Especially the news of Scrimgeour's death was undoubtedly a good thing for them.
After the collapse and reorganization of the Ministry of Magic, the people who formerly lived in the gray area finally ushered in their spring. They no longer had to worry about being persecuted by the Scrimgeour government.
This means that the British wizarding world will usher in the era of Voldemort, the best era for them.
"Cheers to the Dark Lord."
If they also want to get a piece of the pie in this era, they need to go one step further, preferably to become a Death Eater and become one of their vested interests, just like them.
Several dark wizards secretly cast envious glances towards a seat in the cabin, especially the youngest man, who seemed to be called Draco Malfoy.
In their opinion, how could such a wimp be qualified to be a Death Eater
However, Draco Malfoy completely ignored the gazes of others. He was still immersed in the pain of losing his family.
"Lucius is gone, now you need to pull yourself together again."
Alecto looked at Draco, whose eyes were red and sad, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "After this matter is dealt with, you can return to Hogwarts."
"Alecto is right. I also think you should go back to Hogwarts to continue your studies!"
Although Jugson said this, he was very disdainful of it in his heart. He really looked down on Lucius, and even more so on Draco Malfoy now. This guy was simply a scum among the Death Eaters.
"Next, I'm afraid I'll be taking a job at Hogwarts," Alecto continued.
"I thought it would be Snape." Jugson looked at Alecto in surprise, "Or did the Dark Lord ask you to..."
Alecto glared at Jaggerson and told him to shut up.
"I will also work there, and perhaps I can provide you with some help. As for your wedding, if the Parkinson family has no objection, I will help you with it. Although Lucius may ask Snape for help, it may be better for me to handle this matter. Snape may not understand the trivial matters of certain wizard families."
The relationship between the Carrow family and the Malfoy family is not as close as imagined, but when Lucius was asked to go to the Burrow to capture Harry Potter and asked Alecto for help, she finally agreed. After all, Alecto could also gain a lot of benefits from it, although these benefits might not fall into her hands in the end.
Draco Malfoy still remained silent. Lucius' death had dealt him an extremely heavy blow, and he was almost driven crazy.
In just a few months, he inexplicably lost his parents, and his originally happy life became shattered. He had no intention of caring about Pansy Parkinson at all.
Looking at the depressed Malfoy, Jugson cursed him as a waste in his heart again and turned his head to look at Alecto.
"What are you going to teach at Hogwarts?"
"Dark magic."
"But I heard that class is cursed."
"It's Dark Magic, not Defense Against the Dark Arts," Alecto corrected. "If you have so much free time, go check and see if those guys are behaving themselves."
"Are you sure someone will come to rescue us?"
Jageson didn't respond. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, turned his head to look at the window covered with a layer of white mist, and muttered to himself.
"If we summon the Dark Lord but don't see any trace of the enemy, you should know what will happen to us!"
Jaggerson hoped to send the person to Azkaban smoothly.
It's really not Gagson's fault.
If the people who came to rescue were only members of the Order of the Phoenix or Harry Potter, there would be no problem, but what if that freak Albert Anderson came along
They will all suffer bad luck or even lose their lives because of this.
"Someone has to try it eventually. Whether it's taking the opportunity to get rid of Harry Potter or eliminating some members of the Order of the Phoenix, it will be a good thing for us." Alecto reached out and brushed the Dark Mark on his arm, looking loyal to the Dark Lord.
"Or... you are afraid, you don't want to believe the Dark Lord..."
"Of course I believe in the Dark Lord," Jugson interrupted impatiently, "I just..."
"Just what?"
"I just don't want to be bait."
Jaggerson didn't want Lucius to die so tragically.
After all, there were already a number of ready-made cases in front of them, and they were undoubtedly acting as bait.
"I am here too," said Alecto.
"You're right." Jageson couldn't refute. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, took a big gulp, walked to the window, wiped the moisture off it, and looked outside the cabin through the glass window.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in the darkness.
"What's going on?"
Jugson covered his eyes with his hands and quickly pulled his wand from his pocket.
"Enemy attack!"
The cabin fell into chaos in an instant.
Outside the cabin, the dark night was illuminated by the Patronus, and the Dementors that had originally surrounded the ship had been driven away by the Patronus Charm.
"Are we going to force our way in?"
Sirius was eager to take the lead in attacking the cabin and rescuing the people inside.
"No, I have a better idea."
Albert held the broom in one hand and pointed the magic wand at the speeding ship with the other, controlling the ship to fly in the air, and then flipped several times in the air like a washing machine. He believed that the guests in the cabin would not have a very pleasant experience.
"this… "
The three of them were shocked by Albert's actions and quickly guessed his intention.
"Act according to the plan. First, knock everyone down, and then... let Dobby take you away." Albert suddenly turned his head to look in a certain direction. "Remember, don't waste time."
"What's wrong?"
"There's an annoying guy here. Your time is limited. It's best not to exceed five minutes. Otherwise, just retreat. I don't want to duel with the mysterious man here."
As he said this, Albert lowered the ship again and let it sail towards Azkaban, which was shrouded in the storm.
"quick."
Moody landed on the plywood first and used the blast to break open the door and rush in.
Sirius and Kings followed closely behind.
Albert turned his gaze back to the black shadow flying towards him.
It was Voldemort after all.
Did Voldemort realize something, or did he never trust his own people on the ship from the beginning
What a bad-hearted guy!