The man behind Hogwarts

There is an unknown sea area in the North Sea, far away from the mainland and far away from human habitation, with only a solitary island.

Alecto came to this island carrying the Mark of the Death Eaters, and then met the most famous creature here: Dementors.

The body structure of the dementor is very strange, as if it is a tattered cloak.

Under the cloak, there are scabbed palms, a rotting body, and a shadow-covered face with only one mouthpart that can suck souls.

Before they even landed on the island, everyone saw dementors floating in the sky.

"Lord Alecto, do we really want to come here to save people?"

"With so many Dementors, even the Patronus Charm cannot protect us."

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me."

With a flash of fire on his face, Alecto took the lead.

This is Azkaban, a small island that has never appeared on the map. It is the most famous prison in the world dedicated to incarcerating wizards.

There are no wizard jailers here, only dementors.

Originally, the Ministry of Magic would send a few Aurors to guard the place, but they later withdrew.

First of all, from the establishment of Azkaban to the present, there has never been a prison escape record, and the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic all believe in the dementors' guarding capabilities.

Second, dementors are pure dark creatures, and sucking souls is their only pleasure and food.

Even the notorious vampires and dominatrixes appear to be just and lawful compared to dementors.

Most of the Aurors who come to Azkaban to guard Azkaban don't last more than three months.

Over time, there were only two types of creatures here: prisoners and dementor jailers.

"If you can do that, you can not only save many companions, but also give the master a big boost."

Looking at the countless rag cloaks surrounding him, Alecto suppressed his fear and said:

"I am here on behalf of the great Lord Voldemort, and I want to discuss something with you..."

As he spoke, he showed the Death Eater's mark, the snake that penetrated the skull...

The majestic magic power emanating from the seal made the Dementors a little serious. They had seen an identical seal before, and the two-phase confirmation confirmed Alecto's identity.

There was a Dementor who smelled the delicious souls on several people and couldn't help but float forward.

"Lord Alecto..."

The Death Eater who was approached by the Dementor called out tremblingly, and through his cloak, he seemed to see the Dementor's mouthparts leading straight into the abyss.

"Don't move. You won't die if you get sucked. Wait until I finish discussing with them."

The Death Eaters were loyal, and they remained motionless and allowed the Dementors to kiss their souls.

It can be seen from his trembling body that this feeling is definitely not wonderful. The other companions were all huddled together with chills in their hearts.

The leading dementor stretched out his scabbed palm and slowly raised it, signaling Alecto to continue.

"I wonder if you remember August Rookwood. He was once an employee of the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic."

"Many years ago, he was ordered to come to Azkaban to check on the prisoners. He had a conversation with you at that time."

"He said that there are fewer and fewer prisoners sent to Azkaban. Even though you dementors have been very economical in sucking souls, you still can't make ends meet, so you want to get more space for activities and more souls..."

She tried to read the dementor's face.

Definitely a failure.

However, from the contact, Alecto's confidence soared.

Since the dementors did not attack them immediately, it means that the other party is no longer so "dedicated" to guarding Azkaban.

What August Rookwood said was true, they were tired of Azkaban.

If it weren't for the powerful power of the Ministry of Magic and the fact that there are always a few prisoners for them to suck souls from, they would have swarmed into the ordinary world.

Azkaban not only imprisons wizard prisoners, but also restrains dementors in a different way.

Hearing her words, the leading dementor shook his body, and his voice came from under the cloak:

"So, what's your purpose here?"

"I am here to negotiate with you on behalf of Voldemort. As long as you release a few prisoners and promise to support our cause of Death Eaters, we can let you leave Azkaban."

"We have a deal with the Ministry of Magic not to leave here."

"It's simple. What if the Ministry of Magic changes the agreement."

Seeing that things were going in the direction she expected, Alecto told her big plan:

"Since the beginning of the fifteenth century, when Damocles Rohr set this place up as a prison, you have rarely received enough souls."

"Introduce one or two prisoners from time to time, so that your souls can enjoy it, but you will not be able to get more satisfaction."

"How long are you going to endure this kind of oppression?"

Looking around, there were many ribbons floating under the dementors around them.

The voice changed and he continued:

"My Lord Voldemort has returned. This time his goal is very clear, to subvert the order of the entire wizarding world. We can start with the Ministry of Magic first. If we Death Eaters control the Ministry of Magic, you can leave Azkaban. "

She didn't make random promises.

Voldemort had made a rough plan of action when he discussed with several people before.

As long as Harry Potter's blood is resurrected, the first goal is to control the Ministry of Magic.

At that point, Azkaban will have no purpose for its existence.

The dementors were floating around in the sky, looking a little excited:

"Give us an accurate time when Voldemort will take control of the Ministry of Magic."

"One year, within one year!"

"One year..." The dementors gathered together, and not long after, more dementors emerged from the depths of the island, and one of them with the most ragged cloak floated in front of Alecto.

Alecto watched as it pressed closer and closer, then took a step back.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't panic, don't panic, the soul can't lie..."

Under the cloak, a circle of black shadow gradually lengthened and fell on her head. After a few breaths, the shadow dissipated.

The dementor made a hissing sound of enjoyment:

"What a dark soul. I still prefer those sweet souls to you."

It was actually a little disgusted, but even if it said it was disgusted, the sound of ecstasy could not be heard.

Since they were trapped in Azkaban, they haven't enjoyed the sweet soul for a long time. That taste has become a desire that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

Hundreds of years ago, this island was not called Azkaban.

But a fortress named Extis.

Not only is he powerful, but he is also extremely evil. In order to raise dementors, he often seduces, captures, tortures, and kills Muggles.

At that time, the dementors lived a very happy life, and there were souls who enjoyed themselves endlessly every day.

Until Axtis died and the magic cast on the fortress dissipated, the dementors were exposed to the gaze of the magical world.

Then there was the then Minister of Magic, Damocles Rolle, who whimsically transformed this place into a prison in order to alleviate the Ministry of Magic's expenses on the prison...

"How is it? I didn't lie to you."

Alecto endured the pain in his soul and eagerly wanted to confirm the deal.

After her soul was sucked for a while, she felt so painful that she even had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

I really don’t know how the prisoners inside are holding on.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, let me think about it..."

A few more minutes passed, and it finally said:

"Voldemort's plan is very good, we support it. Go, go, take away the people you want to take away..."

"However, I need to remind you that the one-year appointment..."

"no problem!"

Entering the prison transformed from a fortress, everywhere you look is dark, depressing and full of fear.

Walking along the corridor, I saw places like kitchens and storage warehouses.

In the kitchen, there was another wizard prisoner with his back to them busy, seemingly cooking...

"By the way, there are no wizards or Muggles here. What is the source of food for the prisoners? Do they make their own food?"

"As you can see……"

Upon hearing the Dementor's words, the Death Eaters looked at each other.

I didn't expect Azkaban's operating rules to be so loose.

You can cook and eat by yourself, don't cook if you don't want to eat, and you can even cook whatever you want. Of course, the ingredients are limited to what is in the reserve, which is replenished by the Ministry of Magic on a regular basis.

"Aren't you worried about the prisoner escaping when he leaves his cell?"

Walking through the kitchen, Alecto couldn't help but ask.

"The thought of resisting suicide has occupied their entire mind. Let alone planning to escape, they cannot leave even if the door is open."

The dementors hissed and laughed.

The prisoners in the prison have long since lost their will as they suck souls day after day.

In fact, none of the prisoners in the prison died of natural causes, and few even died of their souls being sucked.

In order to be sustainable, they don't suck the prisoners to death all at once, but bit by bit until they break down and commit suicide.

If Alecto and others go to the bottom of the prison, they will find that there are piles of bones and rotten corpses...

Looking for Death Eaters from cell to cell, it wasn’t long before the first one was found: Antonin Dolokhov

"Dolokhov!"

In the cell, a man with a huge frame but a thin body was huddled at the foot of the wall.

The long dark hair is messy, with strands of oily hair. He raised his head, revealing his pale and bloodless face.

"You, are you...?"

He looked at it for a while, looking at the people outside the cell with their eyes lost. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the only witch:

"Alecto?!"

"Are you Alecto Carlo?"

With a scream, he quickly stood up and threw himself on the cell, deftly opened the iron chain, pushed the door out himself, and hugged the other party's thigh:

"Help me, help me, help me!!"

Seeing this scene, the Death Eaters were shocked and chilled.

This wizard named Antonin Dolohov was originally an elite subordinate of Voldemort. He was proficient in black magic, extremely powerful, and had a cruel and unscrupulous character.

I didn't expect it to be like this now.

The rumors of Azkaban are still beautified by the outside world.

But they felt good about the thought that these dementors could be attached to Voldemort in the future.

Only the most terrifying emotions and the most terrifying methods can support Voldemort in establishing the supreme wizarding order.

……

As they walked deeper into the prison, their conversations could no longer be heard.

The prisoner in the kitchen turned slowly.

His face was thin and haggard, his gray eyes were dull and lifeless, and his face was covered with unkempt, black and long hair.

The black bread in his hand was crushed into pieces with a pop:

"Alecto Carlo."

The gnashing of teeth and muttering to oneself carried a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

His name is Sirius Blake. They once formed a small group "The Marauders" with Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew. With their outstanding talents, these few people achieved impressive results.

Until Voldemort appeared and James Potter and his wife died.

At that time, everyone thought it was him, Black, who had defected to Voldemort, but only he knew that he had been framed.

The residence of Mr. and Mrs. James is protected by the Loyalty Charm. Unless the secret keeper reveals the information, no one else will ever find it.

Everyone thought the Secret Keeper was Black, but it was actually Peter Pettigrew.

At that time, he was chasing Pettigrew and accidentally killed ordinary people on the street. He thought Pettigrew was dead, so he accepted the trial of the Ministry of Magic with remorse for James and his wife.

but.

After entering Azkaban, he thought over and over everything that had happened.

Suddenly he discovered something that made him furious: Pettigrew was not dead. There was a crack in the ground beneath him, and a black shadow flashed away. Only in Azkaban did he realize that it was Pettigrew.

It's just his transformed form using Animagus.

Since then, his heart for revenge has been burning, while he has been harboring guilt towards James and his wife.

Fortunately, he is naturally mentally strong and proficient in soul magic, so he can protect his spirit from being destroyed in Azkaban.

"The dementors actually allowed her to take prisoners from Azkaban. Could it be that Voldemort is back?"

Apart from this reason, he couldn't think of any explanation.

As soon as the thought came to mind, endless hatred, guilt, and humiliation surged into his heart, and Sirius's pupils suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes.

"Perhaps, here comes the opportunity to take out Azkaban..."

He originally planned to wait for the Ministry of Magic to check on the prisoners or look for opportunities to escape when they replenish supplies.

I had been observing for the past few years, but there were too many dementors and there was no chance.

The arrival of Alecto and others today gave him a glimmer of hope.

Think about it, and your mind will be fixed.

Pretending to show a tired and painful expression, he dragged his heavy body and hid in an abandoned cell.

Observing casually, he suddenly let out a muffled groan as a dementor shuttled through the prison.

"Ok?"

The dementors who heard the sound floated closer and saw Sirius's fearful eyes.

Suddenly, the Dementor was overjoyed.

Fear is the best food.

He couldn't wait to suck the other person's soul. After more than ten breaths, until Sirius's pupils turned white and he passed out, the Dementor finally stopped and floated away.

After a while.

Sirius suddenly opened his eyes and quickly turned over and moved a stone away, revealing a small hole.

Based on the size of the hole, there is absolutely no way an adult can fit through it.

But Sirius had a way, and with the surge of magic power, he silently turned into a black dog, then crawled into the hole on all fours.

According to the rules he observed, if an ordinary person's soul is sucked once, they will fall asleep for at least half a day, and will also be groggy for the next few days.

Because he had just had his soul sucked, the dementors would not come to visit him in a short time.

This period of time is his only chance...