Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

"Master?"

What's going on!

Does Karkaroff have a master?

Hearing Karkaroff's roar, most of the prisoners were puzzled, wondering what madness had seized him.

However, some clever prisoners thought of the reason why Karkaroff entered Azkaban, and his other identity as a Death Eater.

In that case, his master is... the Dark Lord?!

Merlin, could it really be true?

The Ministry of Magic has always denied that the Dark Lord has returned.

Moreover, Fudge has always claimed unequivocally that he arranged for Dementors to patrol, and no movement has been detected.

Could it be that Fudge secretly turned to the Dark Lord?

If so, it would explain very well why the Dementors reacted in this way.

Thinking of this, these prisoners trembled, lacking the strength to even stand, and slumped against the cold walls.

Even so, they still reached out their hands and firmly covered their mouths, for fear of being unable to restrain themselves from screaming, and then dying unjustly at the hands of the Dark Lord.

In the terrified gazes of the crowd, the Dark Lord in his black robes walked unhurriedly through the long corridor, arriving outside Karkaroff's cell.

Looking at the excited Karkaroff, a hint of imperceptible disgust flashed in Voldemort's eyes, but he didn't show anything, just gently waved his snake-headed wand and opened the lock on the cell door.

Seeing this, Karkaroff didn't hesitate any longer, pulled open the iron gate, and crawled to Voldemort's feet, frantically kissing his robes.

"Merciful Master... Barty didn't lie to me, you really are back!"

"I didn't expect that you would personally come to this dirty place to save us."

To be honest, Karkaroff's heart wasn't as fanatical as he had shown before.

As a former traitor, he wasn't sure whether the fickle Dark Lord would give him an 'Avada Kedavra' at the first sight.

He was just gambling for a way out, a way to completely leave Azkaban, so he used all his acting skills to show his fanaticism, in order to beg the Dark Lord to spare his life.

"Of course, Karkaroff," Voldemort smiled slightly, warmly helping him up, "I won't forget any servant loyal to me, moreover, you contributed to my resurrection, I always remember."

"Master..."

Hearing Voldemort's comfort, Karkaroff's heart completely returned to his stomach.

Great, he survived!

He can also leave this cage openly.

To hell with Azkaban, to hell with forced labor, I will never have to brew potions again, and I will never have to work so hard again.

Karkaroff quickly squeezed out a few drops of moved tears and bowed deeply: "Master, Bellatrix and the others are locked up in the deeper places, they have also been waiting for your return."

Voldemort nodded, he knew Azkaban very well, knowing that the Ministry of Magic would lock up some vicious prisoners in the deepest part of Azkaban.

Moreover, according to Yaxley's intelligence, he knew very well the location of Bellatrix and others, but he was not prepared to continue walking down.

He waved his hand at Karkaroff and said softly: "I have sent the giant snake to pick them up, in the meantime, we can do something else."

Saying that, he gently waved his snake-headed wand, and in an instant, all the cell doors were opened with a bang.

For these small fries, Voldemort was not so amiable, if it weren't for expanding the team, he wouldn't even bother to look at these people.

"Submit or die!"

Listening to Voldemort's bone-chilling words, the prisoners present felt extremely bitter in their hearts.

We just came to Azkaban for further study, we didn't intend to risk our lives, how did we get on the pirate ship in a muddle?

Karkaroff's roommate, Bob, was even more going crazy.

I'll be released in two weeks, why now?

I don't want to follow the Dark Lord, I just want to be a good person.

However, no matter how unwilling Bob was in his heart, he didn't dare to show it on his face, he could only kneel on the ground with the others, frantically shouting hail to the Dark Lord.

The giant snake was very efficient, and in just five minutes, it brought the Death Eaters from the depths of Azkaban.

Walking in the front was Bellatrix, followed by her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, as well as the Carrow siblings who were arrested for the Quidditch World Cup riot, Antonin Dolohov, and so on.

As soon as she saw Voldemort's figure, Bellatrix frantically accelerated, disheveled and stumbled to Voldemort's feet.

"I knew it long ago, Master, you must still be alive, I knew it, you will always come back one day!"

Bellatrix was full of fanaticism, and while shouting, she raised her head, looking at Voldemort obsessively, like a pet waiting for its master's praise.

"You did very well, Bellatrix, I can feel your loyalty."

Voldemort reached out his hands to help Bellatrix up, making Bellatrix's face even more excited.

Afterwards, he looked around at the listless but fanatical Death Eaters, a smile appeared on his face, and he greeted them warmly.

"Welcome, my most loyal friends, you will regain your freedom today."

"Let's go, I'll take you to celebrate Christmas together, and openly declare our return from the Ministry of Magic."

Bellatrix's face was full of fanaticism, and she immediately showed a crazy smile, no matter what decision Voldemort made, she would fully support it.

"Master, are we going to attack the Ministry of Magic now? Wouldn't that be a bit risky..." Rodolphus Lestrange frowned deeply, hesitated for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to ask.

Although his heart was burning with hatred for the Ministry of Magic, wishing he could raze it to the ground, reason told him that they had just escaped from Azkaban, and their state was extremely poor.

More importantly, there was a serious problem in front of them—they had no wands!

Such a team rashly attacking the heavily guarded Ministry of Magic was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg...

As soon as he finished speaking, Bellatrix rushed up, grabbed Rodolphus's neck, and the anger almost spewed out of her eyes.

"Are you questioning the Master's decision, Rodolphus?" Her voice was sharp and crazy, every word piercing the air like a sharp blade, the meaning of threat was self-evident. It was as if the other party was not her husband at all, but an enemy.

"No, I don't mean that," Rodolphus didn't care about Bellatrix's questioning, just looked at Voldemort's eyes and said, "I'm just worried that our state is too poor, which will affect the great cause of the Lord, and even drag down the Lord's footsteps."

Hearing this, Voldemort smiled slightly: "Don't be agitated, Bellatrix, I can feel that Rodolphus's loyalty is no less than yours."

"Master," Karkaroff also spoke in a timely manner, "The room connected to the Ministry of Magic uses the principle of the Vanishing Cabinet, and there are always Aurors guarding the other side..."

"It doesn't matter," Voldemort waved his hand, indifferently saying, "The Ministry of Magic has already arranged everything."

"Gather the team and follow me, I have a gift waiting for you all at the Ministry of Magic."