Lucius was shocked, thinking that his contact with Dracula had been exposed.
"Master, there must be a traitor among us!" He said tremblingly, "I will definitely help you find the traitor, believe me... Master..."
"But why can't the traitor be you?" Voldemort put his face close to Lucius, his breath almost blowing the hairs on Lucius' face, "I heard... you had several encounters with Dracula a while ago, am I right?"
Lucius's hair stood on end and he shook his head with all his strength.
"I really didn't betray you, Master!" he shouted tremblingly, "I don't know how Dracula got the authority to appoint and dismiss the school board. In order to maintain my status as a member of the school board, I had to flatter him, Master!"
"Master... Yaxley's father has lost his position on the school board because he offended Dracula. We Death Eaters cannot have no school board members at all... This is for our common cause!"
Voldemort stared at Lucius with his scarlet eyes for a long time before he finally sneered.
"I know you, Lucius. You always like to be a fence-sitter and you really don't have the courage to betray." He said, "So... our traitor is someone else?"
"Yes... This must be the case..." Lucius racked his brains frantically under the pressure of life and death, "I know, Master, the only people who have the chance to spread our message are those in Hogwarts! The undercover among us must be..."
"That's enough." Voldemort suddenly interrupted him. "There are other guests here. Are you planning to tell the Ministry of Magic about our information?"
Then, he lowered his voice in Lucius' ear and said, "And according to you, the undercover agent is actually my own clone?"
Lucius immediately shut his mouth, sweating profusely.
"Well, now that the matter has been exposed, we certainly don't have much time." Voldemort said softly, "How long has it been since you had a real fight with the people from the Ministry of Magic, my dear Death Eaters?"
"I have been waiting for this day for a long time, Master!" Nott immediately stood up and expressed his loyalty earnestly, "My wand has been thirsty for a long time!"
“Very good, Nott.” Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth and said in a cold tone, “Then you will lead our Death Eaters to stop those damn Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.”
The battle is about to begin!
A sword-like spell pierced the night like lightning, followed by a terrible sound of spells shooting back and forth. It was like a heavy rain like a waterfall falling horizontally, but more spectacular than a waterfall cascading straight down, and more gorgeous than a dense hail of bullets.
On the rare bright island of Azkaban, Voldemort walked towards the members of the Ministry of Magic opposite him step by step, neither fast nor slow, facing the rain of curses.
However, no Auror dared to stand in front of Voldemort, and no spell was cast in Voldemort's direction.
The Aurors all had trembling hands, pretending not to see the bald figure that was extremely conspicuous in the sky full of magical light, and went to find other Death Eaters one after another. No matter how much Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, shouted, it was of no use.
Scrimgeour cursed inwardly and stood in front of Voldemort himself.
“Rufus Scrimgeour… I’m curious about how the Ministry of Magic would react if you and Amelia Bones, the two heads of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, died on this isolated island.” Voldemort smiled coldly.
"Unfortunately, I don't have time to waste with you now, so I'll let you live a few more days."
"Do you really think you can win?" Scrimgeour raised his wand, his face extremely solemn, "I won't let you pass!"
"Tsk—" Voldemort looked at Scrimgeour's actions and laughed disdainfully, "Did I leave for too long and make you forget about me... How come anyone dares to stand in my way now?"
He played with his wand in boredom, not paying any attention to Scrimgeour.
Scrimgeour shook his wand in annoyance, and immediately a dazzling red light shot from the tip of his wand in the direction of Voldemort.
However, facing such a spell, Voldemort didn't even look up. He just shook his wand casually and sent the red light flying aside.
The flying red light hit an Auror standing near Scrimgeour, knocking him unconscious instantly.
The battle was reduced in number in an instant!
Faced with the tremendous pressure brought by Voldemort, Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, also came over and stood side by side with Scrimgeour.
"Delay him. We have no choice but to delay him." Bones turned his head and whispered to Scrimgeour, "Dumbledore has known about this for a long time. He should be here soon."
Scrimgeour nodded slightly.
Then, both of them looked at Voldemort with serious faces and raised their wands at the same time -
Two spells were shot at Voldemort one after the other, blocking the space he could dodge.
"Do you think having one more person will be helpful?" Voldemort sneered. Without any intention of dodging, he continued to move forward without dodging.
Before the spell was about to hit Voldemort, he casually drew a line in front of him with his wand. His wand was like a magnet with strong magnetism, which firmly attracted the two spells to the wand.
Then, Voldemort shook his wand, and the two spells were returned to Bones and Scrimgeour along the same route, with Voldemort's own magic power added to them, making them even more powerful.
As Scrimgeour and Bones frantically dealt with the spells they had cast, Voldemort raised his left hand, which was not holding the wand.
He waved his left hand, and two large rocks on the island flew over quickly, creating a gust of wind.
The next moment, the two stones hit Bones and Scrimgeour hard!
The two men trembled violently, fell to the ground in pain, spitting blood from their mouths, and suddenly lost the strength to fight again.
"You are so weak, Director Bones and Director Scrimgeour." Voldemort curled his lips in mockery and walked straight through the circle formed by the Aurors.
The Aurors were filled with fear and trembling all over. They did not dare to stop the Dark Lord, whose name alone could make them tremble with fear. They consciously made way for a wide passage.
"Stop him... Aurors..." Scrimgeour's weak voice sounded on the ground.
Several elite Auror captains moved their feet, but in unison did not try to stop Voldemort. Instead, they stood in front of their director, fearing that Voldemort would become furious because of Scrimgeour's actions and suddenly kill him.
Voldemort glanced at them, passed through the layers of Aurors' defense with satisfaction, and continued to move forward.
He deliberately did not use a killing move on Scrimgeour in order to prevent the loyal subordinates of the Auror Office Director from fighting to the death.
Although he was not afraid of this, if he was delayed for a few seconds by a few small flies, Dracula and Dumbledore would have a greater chance of arriving.
It was just right now. Those loyal Aurors stood in front of Scrimgeour, vaguely reaching a tacit understanding with Voldemort.
Voldemort did not kill their director, and they no longer stood in Voldemort's way.
In this way, Voldemort walked all the way to the fortress of Azkaban unimpeded. The huge prison wall almost occupied his entire sight.
However, just as he was about to break down the prison's solid walls, he encountered another obstacle.
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Moody and Tonks were just blocking the Dementors' hut and knocked out Yaxley, an undercover agent left by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic.
As soon as they walked out of the hut, they met a man with bloodshot eyes and a distorted face.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Tonks raised her wand vigilantly and shouted at Voldemort.
Then, she was surprised to find that her arm was grabbed forcefully by Instructor Moody beside her.
"Leave here immediately, Tonks!" Moody gritted his teeth and pulled Tonks behind him. "Run as far as you can and don't look back. This is an order!"
Tonks turned in astonishment to look at the legendary Auror who had always been fearless, and saw that his face was serious and solemn, and his hand holding the wand was clenched so tightly that even his knuckles were white.
"Instructor Moody, he is..." Tonks opened her mouth wide, feeling a strong sense of absurdity in her heart.
"Yes, he is Voldemort!" Moody stared at the terrifying figure in front of him and stretched out his hand to push Tonks away, trying to buy a chance for the young trainee Auror to escape.
Moody was different from most Aurors in that he was old enough to have been a classmate of Voldemort, then known as Tom Riddle, at Hogwarts.
Because of this, Moody was not like other wizards who were afraid of Voldemort just because of a name. Compared with others, he had a clearer understanding of the horror of Voldemort.
So Moody knew that he was no match for Voldemort and didn't want Tonks, who had just graduated, to die here.
“Alastor, it’s been a long time.” Voldemort showed a nostalgic expression and chuckled as he looked at Moody’s hideous face covered with scars. “Do you also want to stop me from destroying this prison?”
"You're asking even though you already know the answer!" Moody said angrily. "If you want to fight, just fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"Very good—" Voldemort's face darkened, "You are indeed stronger than the previous two people. You seem like a qualified opponent."
The next second, without any warning, two people raised their wands at the same time—
Countless spells shot out from the two wands at a rapid speed, like a long whip whipping the wind between the two people, like countless beams of light cutting through the fog surrounding Azkaban!
Amid the continuous sounds of breaking wind, coupled with the eerie gurgling sounds of the surrounding Dementors inhaling, it seemed as if waves of ghostly howls were ringing on this isolated island.
Finally, all the colorful spells disappeared.
The two magic spells, one red and one green, were entangled together, as if two glowing snakes were wrestling in the air.
Moody's face was ferocious. He used up all his strength and injected almost all of his magic power into the wand in his hand, just to gain a slight advantage in the confrontation of spells.
Opposite Moody, Voldemort looked very relaxed and at ease.
“Alastor, after all these years, I actually want to have a good fight with you again, and then kill you, the legendary Auror, myself…” Voldemort chuckled, but spoke cruelly, “But I really don’t have time to play with you today.”
He raised his left hand again and allocated some of his magic power to the slender spider-leg-like fingers on his left hand.
Then, Voldemort pointed his left hand forward, and a powerful repelling spell slammed into Moody's body!
Moody flew backwards and hit the marble wall of Azkaban Fortress heavily, even creating a thin crack on the solid wall.
"Ahem..."
Moody coughed and struggled to get up, but found that one of his wooden legs had been broken in the collision. He could only stand on one foot, holding on to the wall.
Although his fingers were shaking, the wand in his hand never fell out.
"Still want to struggle, Alastor?" Voldemort smiled devilishly -
"Expelliarmus!"
Moody's wand was eventually thrown into the sky and fell on the muddy ground of the island like a discarded branch.
And this legendary Auror, after losing his wand and being seriously injured, was nothing more than a frail old man...
“Even you, the legendary Auror, have fallen. No one will come to stop me now, right?” Voldemort laughed. “If you ask me, apart from you, there is really no one in your Ministry of Magic who can fight…”
"Who said that!"
At this moment, a clear voice sounded behind Voldemort.
Voldemort turned around and saw a violet-haired young witch nervously holding her wand with both hands. Despite her extreme nervousness, her hand holding the wand did not tremble at all.
"Tonks, what are you doing here?!" Moody was horrified and shouted anxiously, "Didn't I tell you to leave here? You dare to disobey the instructor's order. Don't you want to be a formal Auror?!"
"I... I am the top-ranked Auror trainee in the practical test. Don't... don't underestimate me!" Tonks looked at Moody with a very determined look and said with a little stutter, "I want to prove to You-Know-Who that the Ministry of Magic is not a place where no one can fight!"
The next second, she suddenly cast an excellent stunning spell.
However, the gap between her and the Dark Lord was too great, and this spell that worked so well for her was casually picked aside by Voldemort.
"Hehehe..." Voldemort laughed sinisterly, "Tonks, huh? What an interesting little girl."
He suddenly turned to look at Moody, "Alastor, guess what... If I kill this interesting student of yours, will you, a cold-blooded Auror, feel sad?"
"You dare?!" Moody shouted loudly, but anyone could see that he was a coward.
"What am I afraid of?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand -
"Avada Kedavra!"
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