Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 399 Sneak Attack on Azkaban
Azkaban.

an hour ago.

"Senior Quirinus, how could it be you?"

When he came out to inspect, the striker Marko who came over because he saw the figure in the thick fog asked in surprise.

"Some things need your help, Makto, very important things."

Quirrell said with a serious expression, "You must help me this time, Marko, this is very important to you and me."

"What...what's the matter?" Makto asked nervously.

"I need to rescue the Death Eaters inside, and bring them together to meet the return of the Dark Lord."

What Quirrell said made Marko's eyes widen in surprise, and he looked completely unbelievable.

"I will use magic to control you, so that no matter whether it is right or wrong in the future, you have enough reasons to shirk responsibility, how?" Quirrell asked again.

Max swallowed a mouthful of spit, he wanted to refuse, but the person in front of him was Quirrell, which made him hesitate.

"Senior Quirinus, you are alone..."

"I'm not alone." Quirrell interrupted Marko and waved his hand back.

Not far from the rock crevice, more than a dozen people came out in a file, and the leader was Old Nott.

"Uh...well, Senior Quirinus." Marko smiled wryly. "Actually, you can just attack directly. There are not many attackers in there. The real tough ones are the dementors."

Quirrell nodded in satisfaction, and then glanced at the tall and thin figure in the light gray wizard robe behind the team: "You don't need to worry about this, Max, I have a way to deal with it, so, now?"

Max nodded, not even holding his wand, allowing Quirrell to cast spells on him.

An Imperius Curse fell on Makto, who was stunned for a moment, and then began to lead the way under Quirrell's manipulation.

There is not only one entrance to Azkaban Castle. Marko is very familiar with this place, and everyone followed him, and quickly sneaked into Azkaban by detour.

In the old days, this would of course not be possible, as there would be a set of batters for each entry.

But Crouch took away the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in order to guard against Voldemort, and Fudge took away the strikers from Azkaban in order to protect the Ministry of Magic.

After going around in such a circle, the one whose defense is weakened becomes Azkaban.

The reason why they dare to do this is because the main defensive force here is the dementors, but the team led by Quirrell obviously has a way to deal with the dementors.

After the group entered the castle, they soon came to the door of a striker's lounge.

Everyone stood still across the door, and they heard the debate coming from inside.

"It's quite serious when discussing the game."

Quirrell said something in a low voice, then signaled everyone to hide outside the door and stand on both sides, and arranged for Max to open the door and enter.

People go in, but the door is really open.

After Ma Keto entered, those people ignored him and continued to discuss excitedly.

Seeing this situation, Quirrell and the others made their own preparations for attack, and then rushed into the room together in an instant.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The spells flew, and the room jumped for a while.

Those beaters who were discussing fiercely were all knocked to the ground without even having a chance to draw out their wands.

"There is also a lounge, I'll take you there."

Under the leadership of Marko, everyone went to the second lounge, and solved them in the same way.

"Holder, it's up to you."

After solving the wizard, Quirrell immediately looked at the dementor Hoddle who had been following behind the team and was wearing a light gray cloak.

His appearance now is very different from before, with not much skin exposed, which looks very realistic.

This is a change that slowly occurred in the world of Voldemort's memory, and what is even more surprising is that he actually learned to speak.

"OK……"

Vocalization is tough, but clear enough.

After the tall and thin Hoddle finished speaking, he entered the depths of the castle first.

But Quirrell and the others did not go in together, because if the dementors attacked them in groups, it would be difficult for them to resist.

After waiting like this for a while, Hoddle's voice came from the depths of the castle.

"come in……"

Just listening to the rhythm, they knew that it was Hoddle, and everyone walked towards the cell without hesitation.

"Are you robbing prison?"

"Let me out, please, this is not a place for people to stay at all."

"Who are you? Where are the dementors? God, please let me go with you."

The criminals cried and begged, but they went straight into the depths without looking back.

After a while, they came to the place where the Death Eaters were held, which was deep enough that they didn't encounter a single dementor on the way.

It wasn't until here that I saw Hoddle sitting cross-legged not far away.

"Where are the other dementors?" Quirrell asked curiously.

"Deeper...deeper..." Holder said, pointing to the end of the corridor.

Quirrell nodded, and when he turned around, Old Nott had already started to let people go.

One Death Eater after another was released, and they couldn't help roaring in excitement.

Azkaban is just too scary, they've had enough of it.

If it wasn't for Voldemort's order last time, they would have left without hesitation.

And even with Voldemort's order, many of these people felt remorse for not choosing to flee that time.

People, after tasting sweetness, they will be even more disgusted with bitterness.

"It's great that you can come, old Nott, I really can't stand it?"

Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater with a fierce face, gratefully held Old Nott and gave him a big hug.

"It's the order of the Dark Lord, Dolohov, we should leave, there may be another battle in a while." Old Nott said.

"Battle?" Dolokhov asked in surprise, "Where is it?"

"The stadium, Dolokhov, but before that, you need to rearm." Old Nott said.

"So... Diagon Alley?" Dolokhov asked.

Old Nott nodded, and motioned everyone to follow Quirrell's pace and leave this ghost place.

Only he himself stayed at the end and grabbed Avery Jr.

"You can't go." Old Nott said to him seriously.

"Why?" Little Avery asked suspiciously.

"Because of your grandfather, he asked the Dark Lord to give you safety, and the Dark Lord agreed," said old Nott.

Little Avery froze in place, looking like he couldn't accept the result at all.

"Since my father, the Avery family has been the most trusted partner of the Dark Lord. You know, you have also witnessed that period of history."

The excited little Avery's voice was a little loud, which caused many people to look back in doubt.

Old Nott had to wave his hand to show that there was no problem, and then whispered to little Avery.

After all, Voldemort had already made a promise that no matter how the child he watched grow up objected, his old Nott would not let him participate in this matter anyway.

The Dark Lord's honor must be defended, and Old Nott knew how to do it.

(End of this chapter)