Next to Azkaban Prison, unlike the shabby and outdated surroundings, there stands a relatively clean little house.
The hut is protected by airtight glass on all sides and is sealed extremely tightly. It is also surrounded by various protective magics to block the influence of Dementors on the mind. It is one of the few pure lands on the isolated island where Azkaban is located.
At this time, a relatively tall man with long light golden hair braided into a neat braid quietly appeared and came to the outside of the hut that blocked most of the influence of the Dementors.
Before entering the cabin, Yaxley quietly raised his sleeve, glanced at the Dark Mark on the inside of his left arm that had turned bright red, and nodded secretly.
Through the reaction of the Dark Mark, he could confirm that the Dark Lord and many Death Eaters had arrived at the island where Azkaban was located, so their next plan could proceed normally.
So Yaxley raised his hand and knocked on the door—
"Dong Dong Dong."
A very narrow window opened behind the door, and a wizard poked one eye out from behind the window, looking outside vigilantly.
"Oh, Director Yaxley, right? Come in quickly!" The wizard let down his guard when he saw Yaxley's face.
He opened the door a crack and let Yaxley in, then hastily closed the door, checking the seal carefully.
"Phew... I'm lucky that there are no Dementors guarding nearby. Azkaban is a damn place that is not a place for people to stay!" After the wizard finished all this work, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "Director Yaxley, it's really hard for you to come to a place like this to visit your relatives in prison."
"The Dementors here can clearly understand some human language, but they never pay attention to our instructions and absorb our happy emotions without distinguishing between friend and foe!" he said.
"I just don't understand... The prisoners in this kind of place have their spirits and energy sucked away by Dementors. It's impossible for them to escape. Why do we still need to arrange observers and Aurors to guard here? Working here is simply torture!"
Yaxley smiled and ignored the wizard's complaints, looking around at the structure of the hut.
"Oggs, I bribed you... No one else will know about this, right?" He suddenly looked at the wizard named Oggs and asked, "I remember that there is a communicator here that can directly notify the Ministry of Magic."
"How could that be, Director Yaxley?" Oggs said quickly, "Few people come to this remote place on this poor island, and there are a lot of Dementors guarding here. How can we use a communicator?"
He pointed to a magic bell hanging on the wall and said to Yaxley, "Here, that's it. As far as I know, it has never been used by anyone. I think it's just a decoration."
Yaxley took a closer look at the bell on the wall and nodded slightly, "I see. By the way, where are the two Aurors who partnered with you?"
"It's right inside. I'll take you there." Oggs shrugged and then shouted into the room of the hut, "Aurors, come out! Director Yaxley is here. Remember to take your keys. The prison door cannot be opened without the keys of our two posts!"
"Got it, Ogus." A gruff voice came from the room in the corner of the cabin.
An unkempt wizard walked out of the room, muttering as he walked: "I just patrolled among a large group of Dementors, and I didn't expect to go out again... To be honest, if Yaxley hadn't paid us well enough, I would definitely not be willing to take anyone in... This is too painful!"
"Who said it wasn't!" Ogus agreed, turning to look at Yaxley, "So, Director Yaxley, don't think our price is too high. It's very risky for us to take you in!"
"I understand." Yaxley pretended to be casual and said, "Don't worry about the reward. The Yaxley family has never been a pure-blood like Weisslai who is short of money. As long as you can bring me in, you will definitely get the reward."
Ogus fumbled under a messy table for a long time, found a slightly rusty key, and held it in his hand.
"Ah, I found it!" he said. "Then let's go quickly, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get back, so we won't have to suffer in front of the Dementors!"
"I'm fine." The Auror next to him also nodded and swung a bunch of keys in his hand, making a series of jingling sounds.
"Wait a minute!" Just as the two were about to step out of the room, Yaxley suddenly called out to them.
The two Aurors and observers stationed in Azkaban turned their heads and looked at him in confusion.
"Where's the other Auror?" Yaxley asked sternly, "I gave three people the money, why are there only two of you now?"
"This..." Ogus quickly looked at the unkempt Auror wizard beside him with an inquiring look, and asked in a low voice, "Wasn't Raymond with you just now? Why didn't he come out with you?"
"Raymond was stopped by a Dementor while on patrol just now. He was sucked dizzy and has gone to sleep now." The Auror wizard explained, "Mr. Yaxley, if you insist that he come with you, shall I go and wake him up now?"
"He went to bed..." Yaxley thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "Forget it, no need to wake him up, let him sleep well. Just a few of us can go, you lead the way."
"Okay, then what about our reward..." Ogus asked cautiously.
"It's for three people," Yaxley said simply.
Ogus nodded happily and turned to the small door of the cabin.
Then he took a deep breath and put his hand on the door handle.
"Be prepared to face the Dementors, I'm going to open the door!" Oggs had a fearless attitude.
The Auror beside him also looked serious.
Yaxley stood two feet behind them, quietly tightening his grip on his wand.
Just as Augus pressed the doorknob and opened the door, and the two observers and the Auror were all focused outside the door, Yaxley suddenly raised the wand in his hand -
"Stupefy," he said to himself.
Two silent stunning spells shot out from the tip of Yaxley's wand without interruption!
The first one hit Ogs' back without any hindrance. Ogs was completely unaware and fell to the ground, losing consciousness in an instant.
A second Stunning Spell was directed at the unkempt Auror.
However, just as the spell was about to touch the Auror's cloak, he seemed to have been prepared for Yaxley's sneak attack. He rolled on the spot and avoided the stunning spell that was sure to hit him!
"Hehe, are you surprised?" The Auror stood up from the ground, put his hands on his hips, and showed a mischievous smile that was completely inconsistent with his unkempt face. He smiled at Yaxley, "Instructor Moody is right. You are the spy that the mysterious man arranged in the Ministry of Magic, right?"
"What?!"
Yaxley was shocked and quickly cast another spell, but it was blocked by the Shield Charm that the Auror had prepared.
As the two of them were locked in a stalemate with their respective attack and defense spells, Yaxley didn't notice that another Auror had quietly appeared behind him, raising his wand -
A silent petrification spell hit Yaxley hard on the back.
Yaxley's wand fell to the ground and he froze in disbelief, hearing the thump, thump sound of his wooden leg hitting the ground.
A sturdy wizard with long gray hair and every inch of his skin seemed to be covered with scars walked up to the Auror and came into Yaxley's sight.
"…Alastor Moody."
Yaxley recognized the man in front of him with despair, knowing that he would not be able to complete his mission today.
"Tonks, you have too strong a desire to perform." Moody casually cast another Stunning Spell on Yaxley, making him completely unconscious. Then he said seriously to the Auror in front of him, "I clearly told you during the Auror training not to waste time talking to your enemies."
"When facing the enemy, you must defeat them immediately and make them lose their fighting power. This is the best way to protect yourself! And you? You are smiling here and acting so unruly all day long!"
"I know, Instructor Moody—" The unkempt Auror curled his lips and stretched his arms.
As he stretched his arms, his short hair gradually grew longer and turned bubble gum pink, his rough skin became white and delicate, and his, or her face gradually changed into that of an exquisite and beautiful young witch.
These two people are none other than the most famous legendary Auror, Alastor Moody, and the trainee Auror, Nymphadora Tonks, who has just graduated for over a year.
They took advantage of the fact that two Aurors stationed in Azkaban were out on patrol, forcibly interrupted their patrol with orders from headquarters, and sent them both back to the Ministry of Magic ahead of time.
After this, Tonks used her innate ability to transform into the unkempt Auror wizard.
After entering the cabin, she transformed into an Auror and quietly used a Confusion Charm on Oggs in the room, making him mistake Moody for the previous Auror Raymond. Then the two of them successfully entered the cabin and waited for Yaxley to come.
"This is not my first time participating in such an important operation. I am a little excited."
After the transformation was completed, Tonks, who had become young and beautiful again, said to Moody flatteringly, "This is an operation to deal with the mysterious man! Instructor Moody, can I be promoted directly to a regular employee after participating in this operation?"
"Don't be too happy, Tonks. We'll have to see how you perform before we can consider your promotion." Moody said, "Also, this operation is very dangerous, you must protect your own safety first!"
"This kind of high-risk operation against You-Know-Who shouldn't have involved you, a trainee Auror. But there is a thief-proof waterfall outside Azkaban that can cancel the effect of Polyjuice Potion. It's difficult for us to pretend to be someone else here, except with your Disguisemagus ability."
"That's why Director Scrimgeour of the Auror Office made an exception and allowed you to come with us... But this doesn't mean you can participate in the front-line battle!"
"But my actual combat performance is very good!" Tonks said unconvinced.
"That won't work either. Performance and combat experience are two different things!" Moody said, "Just follow me closely and don't get lost again like we did in the Cairngorms more than a year ago."
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On the other side, Voldemort had finished his speech and led many Death Eaters out of the cemetery and headed towards the Azkaban fortress on the other side of the island.
Smelling the scent of a living person, a large group of Dementors surrounded them from all directions, constantly emitting a cold and eerie breath, sucking the rare happy emotions in the air.
Many Death Eaters felt the light around them being sucked away, as if the whole world had fallen into darkness. The positive emotions in their hearts quickly faded, and emptiness gradually took over their hearts...
However, in front of the many Death Eaters, the bald wizard with scarlet eyes and no nose seemed to be unaffected by any Dementors, and walked straight into the layers of Dementors.
"My friends, do you still remember me?" Voldemort opened his arms and spoke enthusiastically.
"I once promised you that if I ruled the wizarding world, all the Muggles in the world and those Muggle-borns who did not obey our rule would become your food!" he said, "But unfortunately, I was framed by the bad guys and remained silent for twelve years..."
"Today, in this deep and great night, I am back again!"
"My friends, as long as you continue to help me as you promised me before, you will also get my promise as before!"
"You don't have to be confined to the small island of Azkaban, and you don't have to suppress your nature. Instead, you can enjoy your rations all over the world."
"You...are you still not moved?"
The overwhelming number of Dementors seemed to understand Voldemort's words and flew around more violently, raising waves of cold fog and forming a thick black cloud that blocked the moonlight in the sky, which was not bright to begin with.
Voldemort stood among the Dementors, laughing morbidly.
He watched as the Dementors flew farther and farther away, clearing a wide passage for him and the Death Eaters behind him.
The Death Eaters looked at this scene in disbelief, and came to Voldemort hesitantly. They looked up at the scattered Dementors and felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts.
So Dementors, a species that has always been considered uncommunicative, have reached a cooperation with the Dark Lord
"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to urge you to move forward?" Voldemort's cold voice rang out, interrupting the Death Eaters' thoughts.
They hurriedly followed Voldemort's pace and walked towards the fortress that was just around the corner.
As the Death Eaters got closer to the fortress of Azkaban, the prison that held countless criminals and from which no one had escaped so far slowly took shape in the black mist and appeared in the eyes of everyone present.
Azkaban Prison is more like a triangular prism-shaped tower than a fortress.
It is built of marble that is full of historical vicissitudes. Because this island is in storms all year round, the marble has long been eroded by rain, leaving countless spots and white lines of varying widths running from high to low.
There is no window on the outside of this fortress, only one entrance designed specifically for Dementors, which is narrow and long.
Even the thinnest wizards would find it difficult to pass through the entrance. Only incorporeal species like Dementors could enter and exit freely, fully absorbing the little happiness left in the prisoners' hearts.
Seeing the unguarded fortress in front of him, Voldemort laughed wantonly, becoming complacent.
"Go, Death Eaters, use your spells to blow up this fortress!" he shouted, "Go and rescue your companions from prison. The future of the wizarding world belongs to us!"
The Death Eaters' wand tips were all lit up with lights of various colors. They used the powerful spells that they were good at, and shot them towards the fortress in front of them -
"boom-"
A huge roar sounded on this isolated island, even drowning out the roaring sound of the waves around the island.
However, to the surprise of all the Death Eaters, the fortress of Azkaban was completely intact!
A huge transparent barrier emerged, blocking the Death Eaters' numerous spells—the roar just now was the sound of spells hitting the barrier!
Voldemort stared at the barrier in front of him with a grim gaze. He saw a faint mist floating near the fortress. Shadowy figures walked out of the mist, and their figures became more and more obvious.
Led by two people, dozens of wizards came out of the fog to meet the Death Eaters. They were wearing the uniform of Auror of the Ministry of Magic, their belts and hair rustling in the wind, and everyone's eyes were filled with panic, determination, or disbelief.
"I didn't expect you to really come back, Voldemort." A serious-looking witch said through gritted teeth. Saying Voldemort's name seemed to overcome the great fear in her heart.
The Aurors around were also frightened when they heard the name, and they even couldn't hold their wands steadily.
"In fact, when Dumbledore wrote to tell us about this, I still couldn't believe it." Another wizard also stepped forward and stood with the serious witch. "I actually thought for a while that, as Minister Fudge said, Dumbledore had developed a greed for power again and wanted to use the war to seize the position of Minister of Magic."
"But I really saw you coming back. Now I only regret not sending all the Aurors here to stop you!"
Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes and stared closely at the members of the Ministry of Magic in front of him.
"Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour... you two actually came here in person." He sneered and said softly, "So... Dumbledore told you that I was going to attack Azkaban?"
Seeing that the two of them didn't say anything, Voldemort didn't care. He suddenly grabbed Lucius' arm beside him and poked his wand into the Dark Mark on Lucius' arm.
"Very good, Yaxley did not respond either. I guess he has also been controlled by your people." Voldemort said thoughtfully, "So... there is a traitor among us who leaked our plan."
"You say so, Lucius?"
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