From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"You lost him. Capture him secretly, Blink, before he causes more harm or is discovered by more people!"

After much hesitation, Barty decided to suppress the matter again, hoping to salvage the situation—the election was approaching, and if he were to become Minister for Magic…

"Yes, Sparkle will..."

Shining, filled with regret, nodded rapidly, determined to keep the young master firmly under her control.

"Keep your identity a secret, Sparkle, and him too!"

-

"Success!"

When Barty Jr. arrived at their temporary camp in England with the two Purgers, the whole room erupted in cheers.

Among them, there was a special edition of The Daily Prophet.

Because the news from a foreign land was so shocking, the Daily Prophet put it on its front page.

The Christmas Eve attack and the impeachment of the Magic Congress president the following day both made headlines. Although Minister Fudge had increased his expenses considerably during this period without making any special contributions, this comparison made everything clear, and Minister Fudge's achievements suddenly became apparent!

"This is?"

Little Barty picked up the newspaper and asked his companion in confusion.

"We did it! Lord Dark Lord has been planning this all this time!"

The accompanying purgator sounded extremely happy and then recounted the group's many achievements over the past period.

"Wow? That's amazing, truly amazing..."

Barty nodded as he looked at the newspaper. He roughly understood his master's thoughts—if he hadn't guessed, after such an event, those idiots at the Ministry of Magic would definitely increase the security of Diagon Alley and the Ministry of Magic, and might even bring out the Aurors to demonstrate how strong their defenses were.

However, such foolish actions would obviously lead to an imbalance in the defenses of other important locations—there are only so many strikers and Aurors, and if there are too many here, there will be too few there. Azkaban, which they are going to, is not a place that is obvious to the public, so there will definitely not be an increase in manpower.

Even better, he had been taken out of Azkaban by his own father and had looked at the sky in Azkaban, longing for freedom—he actually knew the approximate location of that place.

"We need to hurry, hurry!"

A sinister smile crept across Barty's face—attacking Azkaban and rescuing those he trusted was a task only the Dark Lord could grant to someone he truly trusted.

He loved this feeling, and after being rescued, even Bella, who always claimed to be the Dark Lord's most loyal servant, couldn't compare to him.

This is really...

"I need to find a way to collect some newspapers, the more the better, I need to get a general idea of ​​what's been happening lately!"

Little Barty issued orders without any politeness, and the two Purgers he had subdued easily helped him take command.

Several hours later, his order was carried out.

“Lucius, you…”

Barty watched the news and was momentarily at a loss for what to do with Malfoy—the man had sent all the Death Eaters he considered disloyal to Azkaban, yet he himself was a despicable traitor…

But after about ten minutes, Barty stopped caring about Lucius.

"Umbridge? Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic? A hidden Death Eater?"

"How could this be? How could there be a servant more loyal than me?"

Chapter 539 A Half-Failed Escape

Will it succeed?

In one of Ilvermorny’s offices, Voldemort toyed with his new companion, the wand that had come back to life from Slytherin himself.

As things settled down here, he began to care about another group of subordinates far away in England.

This is the perfect opportunity. Without a doubt, after the shops here are attacked, the outdated Ministry of Magic will increase the protection of places like Diagon Alley, making the guards on Azkaban the fewest they will be.

He believed that if he went there, the Dementors would surrender immediately, but he couldn't.

Although it was indeed his loyal Death Eaters there, ever since he conquered and took control of Ephamoni, his focus had shifted there—towards a wider territory, more polarized wizard-Muggle relations, and more ruthless Purifiers.

Moreover, and most importantly, there was no Dumbledore, that old and immortal fellow, causing trouble.

If this were in England, let alone conquering Hogwarts, even resurrection would involve enormous risks—not to mention advancing one's magical abilities further through a wand.

His only thought now is to quickly destroy this magical world so that he can receive everything without any hindrance.

It was so important that killing that lucky guy and killing Dumbledore, which were of paramount importance, could take a backseat. As for the loyal Death Eaters, who were even further down the list... being able to spare manpower to gamble on this at such a crucial moment was already a testament to their loyalty.

Success would be best, but failure wouldn't matter either—the unbreakable oath blocked the channels for information leaks. As long as the headquarters in Ifamoni remained unexposed, launching an attack would only generate suspicion and make it easier for him to act.

-

"Small boats transporting supplies... the Ministry of Magic's fast track... and the Muggle narratives..."

Little Barty sat in the center of the Purifiers, pointing at a section of the map with his wand.

He had partially escaped from Azkaban and could roughly determine which area of ​​the sea the location was in—the only problem he faced was how to infiltrate Azkaban and bring the person out.

The Dementors feed on prisoners, but the prisoners need to eat. The Ministry of Magic sends supplies there every week. Although they have done some cover-up, he believes that finding them will not be that difficult.

The Ministry of Magic's Fastpass is the fastest but also the most dangerous, and extremely challenging...

'If it weren't for the Dark Lord's request, I would definitely…'

Barty licked his lips, carefully considering the last point. These self-proclaimed Purifiers were very good at causing destruction. Breaking through the Ministry of Magic's defenses and causing a large-scale prison break would be a spectacular sight, and he liked that.

He was always good at observing details. Although the Ministry of Magic used all sorts of spells on Azkaban, those spells, such as the Muggle-repelling spells, would accumulate over time and leave mysterious legends among the Muggles—such as that the sea was dangerous or that the sea was magical.

By using them to determine the location of the sea area, and then using the ships to travel there on their own, they can even avoid the first wave of direct combat they would have to face after capturing a ship.

"Go find the fishermen in this area and pinpoint their exact location—also, find a way to get a batch of wands; once those wizards have wands, every one of them will be a formidable fighter!"

While years of imprisonment would certainly have diminished their fighting prowess, Barty still held considerable respect for the strength of the other men who had been captured with him in their quest to find the Dark Lord. He knew they wouldn't hold him back if he picked up his wand.

'I will try my best to get things done well, Master.'

Little Barty sighed inwardly, stood up, and looked at the Purgers. "Let's begin."

-

"This is it, Mr. Barty."

The purgers grinned and pointed to the small black dot on the distant sea.

They were born criminals because the first spell they encountered was destructive – wizards who were active before the establishment of the Magic Council did anything for a large sum of gold, summarizing their experiences in real combat and then systematically passing them down to future generations.

The descendants of the Purifiers, in order to evade the pursuit of the Aurors and the Ministry of Magic, could only learn from what their ancestors left behind. After serving the Dark Lord, their previous knowledge began to come in handy.

In less than fifteen minutes, they had destroyed the large-scale dispelling spells the Ministry of Magic had set up there, and were now efficiently destroying spells that strictly prohibited apparition, preparing to pave a way for their retreat.

This is somewhat difficult, but this isn't Hogwarts. There are no layers of defense built up over time. Those seemingly unbreakable defenses were weakened to the point that they could be breached with just one more attempt after about half an hour.

“That’s the limit, Mr. Barty. Any further weakening will attract attention.”

The purgers reported their achievements with glee, their tone full of pride.

"Then... get ready..."

Little Bati waved, and the two small boats began to quietly head towards the island where Azkaban was located.

-

"Is this training or torture?"

Red Nose complained to the striker next to him—in Azkaban, a place full of Dementors, they were only two different from the prisoners: first, they could move around freely, and second, they didn't have to worry about the Dementors eating.

However, just getting close to a Dementor is enough to make many wizards uncomfortable—a Dementor is like a cockroach magnified countless times, and just seeing it is enough to cause all sorts of physiological discomfort.

"Who knows... But you've heard, the shopping streets in America were attacked, and it seems Diagon Alley is requesting the Ministry of Magic to increase the number of guards. Maybe we can switch shifts there—who is it!"

He quickly reached for his wand, but it was too late.

A beam of green light swept towards him, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, convulsing…

"Get rid of the nuisance!"

As he spoke, Little Barty cast a spell at another subdued batter, "Damn it, is today the day for batter handover?"

"How to do?"

"Charge! Use dark magic to exorcise the Dementors... Use that when necessary! Follow me!"

He rushed swiftly into the depths of Azkaban, the slight weakness that had surfaced vanishing without a trace as his madness swept away—before, he was a wizard without his wand, left to be at the mercy of Dementors in his cell, but now things were different!

"You tried to break down the cells and clear a path; you, you, you all tried to release the prisoners!"

As Little Barty ran, he gave commands to the two nearest people. After a simple unlocking spell, the prisoners inside ran out overjoyed. Azkaban's security lay in the Dementors' guards and the tight protective magic. The cells needed to be opened and closed daily for food delivery and for exercise. A single spell would open the door.

"You are—magic wands!"

The newly released prisoner was terrified before he could even ask anything, when a magic wand was smashed into his face.

It was a brand new wand that had just been unsealed and stolen less than ten hours ago—Barty the Younger, who had orchestrated the kidnapping of Aurors, had planned a rather simple theft.

Ollivander's house was piled high with wands. Because the selection of wands required rigorous testing, he wasn't worried about his wands being stolen—although he could remember the price of every wand, he couldn't check which box was empty every day.

How many people will buy wands during the Christmas holidays? It's not like it's the time before school starts, and Master Ollivander hasn't even noticed that a batch of wands is missing... He's even happily selecting wand wood himself...

"A magic wand!"

"Do whatever you want, look at those Dementors!"

As the Purifier distributed the deadly presence, he walked toward the next cell, where the prisoners cheered and jumped for joy, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the magic wand and freedom.

Every moment in Azkaban is suffocating. While some might prefer to remain calm and collected, the allure of the wand and the temptation to take revenge on the Dementors makes all the difference.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The prisoners in the cell stretched out their hands and shouted desperately; almost the entire prison went wild. Today was destined to be a day of revelry.

-

"Hold this place and let the Dementors handle it!"

The Aurors on duty shouted loudly, having already noticed something was wrong outside, and secretly cursed the two strikers who hadn't even had time to sound the alarm.

'Some need to be released secretly…'

He recalled Minister Fouché's order—it was the day before he was transferred here.

"You have to go to Azkaban and wait for a possible robbery and murder to happen."