The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 471 The Great Escape of Azkaban

"Mr. Lucius, do you know that the Malfoy family is practically defunct?"

I don't care how you were resurrected, all I know is that you want to revitalize the family—and things aren't as simple as they were thirty years ago.

I dare say that pure-blood families in Europe would not recognize the Malfoy family. In fact, if it weren't for the Slytherin family, the Malfoy family would probably have been removed from the 28 Holy Families long ago.

And there's a woman in the Slytherin family you know, she's Mrs. Slytherin now. Oh, don't look at me like that, I know you're not happy, but what can you do about it?

You can't be unaware of your current predicament, can you? At this point, only a large amount of Galleons can maintain the facade of your family and the Malfoys. Do you even see me in your eyes?

As she spoke, Mrs. Sabine pressed herself against him.

Lucius retreated hastily, with Lady Sabine's giggling laughter echoing behind him.

Lucius kept his distance from this woman of renowned beauty.

But she was absolutely right, what else could I do?

Lucius tossed and turned in bed, thinking that only a lewd wizard would marry Lady Sabine—and then those wizards would have a few more hats on their heads.

But?

I seem to be... at my wit's end.

Lucius had a rather unpleasant night.

At daybreak, he reported the incident to Voldemort, and Draco overheard it as well.

"What? You're going to find me a stepmother! And Mrs. Sabine at that?"

Draco roared angrily, glaring fiercely at Lucius.

"Sigh, son," Lucius sighed heavily, spreading his hands, "There's nothing we can do about it. We need her wealth."

Upon hearing about the wealth, Voldemort agreed.

"Lucius, my friend."

Ron was still wearing a mask, but his voice, identical to Voldemort's, sent chills down Lucius's spine.

"I commend you for your forbearance. Do you remember what I said to you last night? Come with me."

"Draco? You're here too." Ron said emphatically, noticing that Draco was trying to slip away.

Draco wanted to find Moriarty and Narcissa, but Ron saw through his intentions.

Ron used Apparition to bring the Malfoys to a strait.

"Splash!"

The waves rolled up and crashed onto the shore.

Draco looked around blankly. "Where...where am I?"

"Look, child."

Ron turned Draco's head and turned it to the north.

On a distant sea, there stands a triangular prison.

The prison is entirely black, standing on a black island, with a sinister atmosphere and dark clouds floating above it.

There seemed to be something extraordinary inside, and the surrounding seawater appeared to have turned black.

"Azkaban!?"

Lucius’s shocked voice came from Draco.

Draco swore he had never seen his father look so terrified.

Lucius shoved Draco aside and shielded him behind him, looking at Ron pleadingly: "Master, oh, my master."

"I beg you, let Draco go! I'll go with you to Azkaban, just let him go!"

Lucius suddenly knelt down!

He pleaded repeatedly, hoping Voldemort would spare Draco.

Lucius assumed that Voldemort, now in dire straits, would only rely on him and therefore wouldn't force him.

Unexpectedly, Ron coldly replied, "NO!"

At the same time, Moriarty just got up.

After admiring the spring-like scenery filling the room, Moriarty sighed repeatedly, saying that since the start of the holiday, the hardest part of each day has been getting out of bed.

Who wouldn't want to have women on both sides?

After washing up, Moriarty went to the restaurant for breakfast, and Luke, as usual, presented him with newspapers from several major newspapers, including the Daily Prophet.

Moriarty took a look, and the front page read: Lucius Resurrected!

"Lucius has been resurrected?"

Moriarty read it carefully.

For several pages in a row, there was news about Lucius's resurrection, along with many pictures, clearly indicating that Lucius had not hidden his whereabouts.

Not only are there photographs, but also numerous testimonies from pure-blood families who all say that Lucius came to visit them.

Fudge even said, "Oh, that man—Lucius, I thought he was someone in disguise, so I kicked him out and didn't give him a single word! I didn't expect him to be the real Lucius. Oh, my friend, please don't blame me."

Moriarty knew that Fudge was showing his loyalty because Fudge had not completely listened to Moriarty regarding Voldemort's return.

"Fudge probably thinks I'll be angry about Lucius's resurrection, and he knows that the lady is the apple of my eye."

Moriarty winked at Narcissa, who was coming over to eat.

Narcissa picked up the newspaper, glanced at it, and then sat down in Moriarty's lap.

"How ridiculous, Fudge is wrong. To me, Lucius has been resurrected, that's all."

Narcissa spoke calmly and candidly: "When I was young, boys loved me, and I thought I loved them very much. We got married and had children."

Tonks, Fleur, Penelope, and a few other girls quietly approached to listen to Narcissa's thoughts.

Narcissa continued thoughtfully, "Later, at another age, I met another boy. I loved him, and I was willing to give up fame and fortune for him, and I was willing to ruin my so-called future."

"Because I was full of passion every day at that time, because I knew it was love, I decided to give Moriarty a chance, and also give myself a chance. I found my true love."

After she finished speaking, Narcissa looked at Fudge in the newspaper with some disdain. "He thinks too badly of me. He's a scoundrel."

"That's right, I knew what kind of wizard he was from the very beginning."

Moriarty nodded in agreement, resting his chin on Narcissa's head and pulling the beauty in his arms even tighter.

"In short, no matter how beautiful Narcissa is, she no longer belongs to Malfoy."

"Ugh~" Narcissa gave Moriarty a charmingly disdainful look: "Fine, you're yours now~"

"What do you mean, 'enough is enough'? Your attitude is very problematic, madam."

"Ah~" Narcissa gave her a sweet kiss and said in a soft voice, "Miss Narcissa Black belongs to Moriarty Slytherin for all eternity, and is Moriarty's Mrs. Slytherin~"

"Hehe, I guarantee that even if you reappear in front of Lucius, he won't recognize you."

"This is all your doing!"

"Ahem, compared to your love and hate—" Tonks interrupted their flirting.

Clutching the newspaper, she exclaimed excitedly, "I'm even more curious about who resurrected Lucius! It's a mystery! I'm going to solve it to make a great start to my journey as an Auror!"

"Could it be that kid Draco?"

"No, it can't be him. Resurrection magic is an extremely profound and secret magic. It can't be Draco."

"So who exactly is it?" Tonks pondered. "I need to investigate."

Tonks got the answer to that question that afternoon.

The Daily Prophet published an emergency issue.

Moriarty picked up the newspaper and read: "The Ministry of Magic has now confirmed that more than twenty vicious criminals imprisoned in Azkaban escaped at 13:43."

Minister of Magic Fudge has named the incident the "Great Escape from Azkaban." The Ministry of Magic has dispatched Aurors and advised the public to minimize outdoor activities.

In addition, this newspaper has obtained firsthand information:

Minister Fudge has dispatched an owl to summon Gilderoy Lockhart, the captain of the Anti-Magic Special Operations Team, who is currently in the Americas, back home!

Below is the list of jailbreaks—

This includes Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphs Lestrange, Amicus Caro, Alecto Caro, August Lukwood, Coban Yaxley, Antonin Dolohov, Evan Rozier, Wilkes, Travers, Selwyn, Avery and his son…”

This is a long list.

Almost all of them were pure-blood wizards.

They were all Death Eaters.

Moriarty put down his newspaper and said, "The Death Eaters are back."

The newspapers featured photos of Azkaban being destroyed, with a huge hole visible, which kept swaying.

"So?" Tonks turned his hair fiery red and said excitedly, "That means Voldemort is back! He's the one who resurrected Lucius!"

"That's right."

Moriarty sprang into action: "Ingo, go to the Selwyn family and tell Soldaya to be wary of his father possibly returning."

"Luke, I need you to contact our people."

"Yes, Master." Luke asked, "Should we call upon the vampires?"

"No," Moriarty said solemnly, having donned his silver wizard's robes and grasped his Slytherin staff, "The escaped Death Eaters are pure-bloods; the task of cleaning house should naturally be left to the Hogwarts pure-blood army!"

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