The Trinity of Harry Potter

"It's time to eat!"

In Azkaban, today it is not the dementors, but the wizard jailers lazily distributing bread, water and salt to each cell.

His footsteps were particularly loud in the silent prison, and a figure in black robes followed silently behind the jailer.

"This is it, sir."

After walking to a cell, the jailer respectfully guided me there.

The man in black robe nodded and walked into the small room next to the cell.

Here, there is a small window that allows people to visit the prison. Inside the cell, there is a haggard black-haired woman, Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Hello, Bellatrix."

The woman's blank eyes focused and she smiled sinisterly: "Lord Voldemort will come back. Don't even think of getting anything from me."

"I can tell you good news, Voldemort has returned." The man in black robe said calmly, "He will come to rescue you soon."

Bella's eyes seemed to be ignited with bright flames, and strong joy distorted her face that still had some charm left.

"I knew that the Dark Lord would not fail. He would take away his most loyal servants and kill you all!"

"It's a pity that you are going to betray him. You can't keep what he gave you."

"What did you say?" Bella's face turned pale at first, and then immediately flushed with anger, "You are insulting me, you are dreaming!"

The man in black robe raised his hand, with the wand hidden in his sleeve: "The soul is out of body!"

Bella lost consciousness for a few seconds, but then she broke free from the power of the Imperius Curse and started laughing hysterically.

"What are you doing? Playing games with me? Or is it that Aurors are so useless now that the Imperius Curse is so weak?"

The man in black robe slammed the door angrily and left, leaving Bella alone in the cell laughing wildly.

The jailer threw the unchanged meal in, and Bella bit into the dry and hard bread like a hungry dog ​​pouncing on food.

Her heart was now full of hope, waiting for Voldemort to blow open this thick wall in the near future, allowing her to be by his side again, making waves and calling for rain.

The man in black robe left quickly along the corridor, and the prisoners on both sides exchanged gloating looks.

It wasn't until he left along the floo network that Kano took off his black hood.

"This thing is really stuffy. Aren't the Death Eaters uncomfortable?" Kano complained to himself, putting a few hairs in his hand into a small bottle to preserve them.

In fact, since Kano and Scrimgeour got on the line, he had the opportunity to enter Azkaban and kill Bella silently.

But Kano wanted Bella to experience the most "extreme" pain, and a simple death would be too cheap for her.

As a fanatical believer, Bella is not afraid of physical torture, so what is she most afraid of?

Of course Voldemort lost trust in her.

Kano has a very interesting plan for her.

A few days later, it was early morning on the departure day for Hogwarts students.

The island where Azkaban is located still looks gloomy and gloomy, and the sun never seems to shine through the clouds here.

The Aurors stationed there have been a little nervous recently. Although Voldemort was defeated by an unknown boy, his cruelty is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

With so many Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, it is only a matter of time before Voldemort attacks, everyone knows this.

Two Aurors stood at the window, chatting worriedly.

"What if the Dark Lord really comes?"

"What else can you do? Can you beat him like that kid?"

The Auror who spoke waved his hands repeatedly: "Who can block that death curse? I can't do it anyway."

At this time, a large group of people riding broomsticks flew densely over the sea, which was particularly conspicuous under the pre-dawn sky.

A figure covered in black mist flew in the air, and its red eyes made the two Aurors tremble.

"Mysterious man is here, mysterious man!"

"Go find Dumbledore, quickly!"

The whole Azkaban was boiling. The guards didn't know whether to resist or escape. The prisoners excitedly slapped the railings and gasped.

Although the location of Azkaban is completely secret, Voldemort can sense the location of the person bearing the Dark Mark, so this layer of defense is useless to him.

The stationed Aurors activated Azkaban's defensive magic while trying to contact the Ministry of Magic.

"The Floo network is down!"

The Auror sent to report the news did not leave the fireplace until the green flames went out.

"How is it possible? This channel will not be interrupted!"

There is a mole in the Ministry of Magic, and this idea arises in everyone's mind.

"What are you going to do? You are crazy!"

Another piece of bad news, accompanied by exclamations, the dementors rebelled collectively and began to suck the happiness of the guards.

Being in constant contact with Dementors for many years has made these Aurors much lower in mood than ordinary people. Now, out of a dozen of them, only three can release their Patronus.

Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic issued them some tools to restrain dark creatures a few days ago.

"Dirty stuff, try this!"

The positive energy that was familiar and terrifying to the Dementors burst out from the acorns thrown by the Aurors, and they were forced to leave the corridor.

Under the protection of the positive energy that the acorns continuously radiate, the Aurors regrouped and took up their positions, preparing to rely on the terrain to snipe the incoming Death Eaters.

At this time, Voldemort was floating in the air, chanting a long spell.

Just a few minutes later, a bolt of black lightning struck out of thin air, and Azkaban's protective magic and a corner of the castle were instantly destroyed.

The Death Eaters covered each other and swooped on them like locusts. The battle was about to enter a brutal street fighting stage.

Dazzling silver light flashed in the lounge, and a chair appeared on the ground.

"Portkey?" The Aurors picked up the note on the chair in surprise, "Evacuate directly?"

"Why are there no reinforcements? Black and Dumbledore might as well have one."

An Auror suddenly thought of something: "Stop talking and evacuate immediately."

The chair began to shake uneasily, and the Aurors quickly put their fingers on it.

By the time the Death Eaters poured into the defenseless Azkaban, most of the petty criminals and all the Aurors had disappeared without a trace through several portkeys transmitted to them.

The ragged Death Eater prisoners walked out of their cells one after another and knelt down in front of Voldemort excitedly.

A few of the petty criminals remained and begged to serve Voldemort.

Azkaban, a place where scum gathers, is simply a talent market for Voldemort.

Bella was released from the cell with the strictest magical confinement. She knelt on the ground and crawled close to her master, fervently telling her loyalty to him.

"Master, I know you will come back! I have always been loyal to you."

"Very well, Bella. I will not treat my servant badly." Voldemort stretched out his pale hand and patted Bella's shoulder gently.

Everything went so smoothly, and the abominable Kano and Dumbledore didn't show up.

Voldemort was drunkenly intoxicated with his success, and the entire island suddenly started to shake.