Without the help of boats or other means of transportation, a black-robed man just appeared on the coastline so abruptly, and set foot on this island that belongs to the range of Azkaban.
The waves slapped the beach walls and rocks recklessly, making a rumbling sound. This may be the most common sound among the islands deep in the sea.
He casually looked at the granite castle-like building in front of him. The towering fortress was daunting, and most criminals who were imprisoned in it could only taste the almost infinite despair and end their lives.
"I'm here, my loyal subordinates." The man whispered, "I've come to rescue you. As a reward for your loyalty, you will receive supreme glory and my respect."
Voldemort, he has come to rob prison, or rather, to re-establish his power.
He had never been imprisoned in Azkaban, but he didn't know nothing about it, on the contrary, he knew it very thoroughly.
Azkaban has existed since the fifteenth century, and its construction dates back to an earlier period. It was not originally a prison, but a wizard's residence.
The wizard called himself Ekrizdis, an extremely powerful and crazy dark wizard. He lured, tortured, and killed Muggle sailors in the sea for fun. For this reason, he even raised a group of sea monsters. -Sirens.
Their songs are heavenly, inferior even to the veela of the wizarding world, and can cause the best navigators to lose their course and drive them to ruin.
Wizards use their power to capture Muggles, day after day, year after year, and the banshees are also happy to see it. This seems to be their destiny. Fulfilling their instincts is enough to make them happy and satisfied.
But one day, this rule was broken.
Like all vulgar love stories, they fell in love with a sailor on the deck at first sight, and they gave up their singing and chose silence.
The sailor on the ship had been prepared for a long time. He heard that there were charming sea monsters in this sea area. Their singing was intoxicating wine, but also a deadly poison. So he plugged his ears with wax and tied himself in a chain with chains. up the mast.
But it is useless.
The siren's song pierces through all, and the passion of the seduced shatters what is harder than chains and masts.
When the sailor passed through that sea area, he was even complacent. He saw the movements of the sea monsters, and he thought they were singing, but he was already on guard.
The necks of the banshees are turning, they are breathing deeply, their eyes are full of tears, their mouths are half-open, but they are more beautiful than ever, stretching their waists, twirling, letting out their fearsome hair. They fluttered in the wind, holding their claws against the rocks.
How fascinating is the power of love.
But the sailor will never know in his whole life that there are a group of sea monsters who admired him on the boundless sea.
The sirens get their fleeting love, but at a price—they lose their ability to sing forever.
The sailors also escaped under the release of the sea monsters
This caused the dark wizard to go into a rage, and he killed all the sirens.
It wasn't until he died of old age that the invisibility spell he cast had expired, and the Ministry of Magic didn't realize the existence of the island or the building.
There were dementors all over there at that time, and they speculated that maybe it was the emotions spread by the desperate sirens before death that attracted them.
Afterwards the magic part was divided, with many authorities considering Azkaban to be an evil place and it would be best to destroy it. Others feared that the consequences would be dire if the dementors occupying the castle were left homeless. These creatures are already too powerful to be killed. Many fear dire reprisals if they destroy the habitat in which the Dementors thrive. The walls of the building seemed to have been soaked in sorrow, pain, and the dementors were determined to stay here. Experts who study the relationship between architecture and the dark arts believe that Azkaban itself may seek revenge on anyone who tries to destroy it. For these reasons, the fortress was abandoned for many years, becoming a breeding ground for dementors.
Of course, these eventually fell apart when a dictator came to power, and he forced the construction of Azkaban prison, so that, according to him, the dementors could be used like guards, saving the department time, Reduce hassle and expense.
And the subsequent people in power only saw the perfect record of this prison in terms of detaining prisoners.
Azkaban, and so on.
And Voldemort's purpose of coming here today is not simply to rob prison, he also wants to instigate those evil creatures against him, let them turn against him, and use them for himself.
He himself doesn't know the Patronus Charm, which is one of the few magics he hasn't dabbled in, but he doesn't need it either. Voldemort itself represents the ultimate evil, he is the embodiment of fear and despair, and the dementor is almost to him. invalid.
But looking at the now empty island with nothing but the castle, Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and he noticed a slight abnormality.
Crowds of strange creatures rushed towards him across the sand with rumbling sounds under their feet.
Those with fire-breathing tails are fried-tailed snails, which are the main force of Azkaban's guards today. As the number increases, their lethality increases geometrically. At this time, they are waving their giant pincers one after another. , They are cruel by nature and have reached a temporary peace within their own group, which means that they are unprecedentedly united and hunt for foreign invaders.
A terrifying water snake suddenly rose from the sea water not far away. It was as thick and thin as a bucket, making it intimidating. It swung its body and slammed into them fiercely.
The thick jet of water stirred up splashes all over the sky, and the flames at the tail of the snails were immediately extinguished, and these creatures were dying in a blink of an eye, lying stiffly on the sand.
"Oh, vulnerable." Voldemort cast a disdainful glance at the creatures who were not far from death, and continued walking towards the Azkaban Castle where the prisoners were held.
"Chi Chi Chi!" The ancient trees on the road on both sides of the path seemed to feel the invasion of foreign enemies. They swayed their bodies excitedly, as if they were brewing something, and made strange noises.
"What a nasty trick." Voldemort frowned again.
At this time, a gust of sea breeze suddenly blew on the coastline, and the group of tall ancient trees seemed to have spirituality. With the help of the wind, they bent their torso backwards, like a bow and arrow being charged, as if it would break at any time.
Whoosh whoosh!
The wind stopped, and almost at the same instant, they straightened their bodies again, releasing the power they had accumulated just now.
The fruit on the tree launched a fierce attack on the intruder with the strength of just now.
It is a fruit that looks very much like a coconut. , At this time, it was like a salvo of shells.
"Stab!"
Almost in an instant, the hard shells of the fruits shot at Voldemort were cracked a few times, with a very anthropomorphic expression.
The stick figure-like eyes and mouth look very funny, and the angry eyes don't go well with it.
Voldemort felt a brutal greed from them.