Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

While Hogwarts was peaceful, Rice came to Azkaban.

Sensing the approach of a living person, the Dementors gathered around, and then Les drew his wand.

Silver light flickered above Azkaban, and pythons swam around, causing a python plague in Azkaban.

Under normal circumstances, even if you know the Patronus Charm and can summon a physical Patronus, it is difficult to run rampant in Azkaban. Because the power of the Patronus has its limits, and the phenomenon of Harry dispelling hundreds of Dementors with one spell is definitely an exception.

But Lais is an exception among exceptions.

So he killed his way straight to Azkaban.

The Ministry of Magic's attitude towards this wizard prison is completely laissez-faire, so there are no wizards stationed on the island of Azkaban - even if there were, it would not change the balance of the war.

After being beaten repeatedly by Rice's Patronus, the Dementors couldn't take it anymore.

They sent a representative to question Les why he wanted to break the ancient cooperation agreement between Dementors and wizards.

Facing the Dementor's questioning, Les was very curious: Contract, what contract? Can you show it to me?

As a result, the Dementors actually found a roll of parchment that looked very weathered, with a passage written on it in three languages: Old English, French and Latin.

The general meaning is that Dementors and wizards maintain peace and do not start a full-scale war between the two races. Dementors stay in Azkaban and are not allowed to go out at will, and wizards are obliged to provide them with criminals as food.

There are also some additional clauses, which basically discuss the responsibilities and obligations of both parties, as well as the price that wizards have to pay to hire Dementors.

In cases like Fudge, who uses Dementors as bodyguards, extra "money" is required.

After reading the contract, Rice fell silent.

In the end, he chose to accept and abide by this ancient contract, which was his usual style.

"So..." The Dementors really wanted Les to go back to where he came from.

But Rice is not willing to do this, he still wants to make Azkaban his base!

So he thought for a moment, took out a roll of parchment from his arms, and signed a contract between the Dementors alone.

Then the top floor of Azkaban Prison became a forbidden area for Dementors. They were forbidden to come here and disturb Rice's peace without permission. Rice was not afraid of Dementors, but the "field" effect they brought with them was quite annoying and always evoked some negative emotions in his heart.

Moreover, the island on the sea is already humid. If the Dementors come over and bring the cold feeling into the room, it will be impossible to live here.

Looking at the not-so-big island, Rice couldn't help but feel a little regretful: he was not very good at earth-related magic, otherwise he would definitely have to reclaim land and expand the area of ​​the island.

This small island is still a bit cramped to live on now.

After easily dealing with the Dementors, Rice began to visit the prisoners on the island.

He paid little attention to those wizarding criminals who had committed minor crimes and were sentenced to only a few months or even years. He only brought together the most vicious prisoners who were sentenced to life imprisonment.

As the Dementors retreated, some life gradually appeared in the prisoners' eyes.

The experience after the Dementors left was as luxurious to them as a drowning person floating to the surface and taking a breath of fresh air.

Everyone is taking the opportunity to enjoy this rare peaceful time.

Rice was not in a hurry and just slowly wasted time with them.

About half an hour later, seeing that most people had at least regained the ability to communicate, Rice began to speak.

"I give you a chance. Submit to me and regain your freedom. Or, embrace death."

Many prisoners had fluctuating expressions on their faces.

Rice knew that most of these people were Voldemort's die-hard Death Eaters, so he dropped another bombshell.

"Voldemort is dead. I am now the new Dark Lord, and I am here to receive the legacy left by my predecessor." As he said this, he threw Voldemort's body in front of the prisoners.

Fortunately, Voldemort's appearance after his resurrection was almost the same as before he was defeated by Harry. Otherwise, with this half-human, half-ghost appearance, the Death Eaters might not be able to recognize their master.

The appearance of Voldemort's corpse caused the Death Eaters to become agitated.

No one could have imagined that they would reunite with the great Lord Voldemort in this way.

No one could have expected that Lord Voldemort was actually dead. After all, the Dark Mark on their arms had just rekindled not long ago, and the prisoners in Azkaban were happy about it for a while.

Several Death Eaters were completely unable to accept this situation and threw themselves on Voldemort's body, crying hysterically.

Rice raised his hand, several rays of light flashed, and they all fell to the ground, no longer moving.

After killing these diehard followers of Voldemort, Rice looked at the remaining prisoners and asked with a slightly happy tone: "Is there anyone else who wants to follow Voldemort?"

Several more people in the crowd walked out silently, approached Rice and died one by one.

Les frowned: I didn't expect Voldemort to have so many diehard fans.

The deaths of these people left a large space in front of Rice.

Looking at the few prisoners in front of him, Rice felt a little bored.

He checked the men's arms and found that only two were Death Eaters.

After a little thought, Rice felt relieved.

It's not that Voldemort's Death Eaters are extremely loyal, but that only extremely loyal Death Eaters would appear here.

He raised his wand, pointed it at the two Death Eaters and tapped them twice, then cut off their left arms that were branded with the Dark Mark.

The severe pain almost made the two men faint, but Rice stopped their wounds the next second and installed two magical arms for them.

"Since you have already surrendered to me, then don't keep any traces of your predecessor." Rice said lightly, explaining his behavior.

Afterwards, he used magic potion to carve his mark on these people.

"From today on, you will be my servants." After completing these operations, Rice nodded with satisfaction.

Compared to the prisoners of Azkaban, Les actually wanted to use Helga's puppet, but it seemed that there were no conditions to realize this now...

I wonder if Helga can still make a puppet now? If she can, he hopes that Helga can give him dozens of automatic puppets for him to use.

"Sir, what should we call you?" After a long time, someone finally broke the silence and asked a question.

"Just call me Your Majesty." Rice had thought of his title and the name of the organization on the way here.

When the man asked the name of his organization, Rice proudly told him that his organization was called "Snake"

"Every official member of the organization must take a code name, named after a snake. I don't care what your previous names were, everyone in the organization must call each other by the name of a snake."

He had long been annoyed by the self-proclaimed followers of Voldemort.

Death Eaters? They sound like members of the Gourmet Society. Or maybe the followers of the previous generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald knew how to name themselves. They call themselves saints. How impressive!

Of course, Rice's own snake organization is no better and sounds like a reptile zoo.

Every member of the Snake organization must have a code name, and Rice himself is no exception. His code name is Snake King.

Speaking of the King Snake, Les remembered that he seemed to have left a King Snake in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts. He would take it out when he returned to Hogwarts one day.

The new generation of the Dark Lord and his organization were thus established. The process was a bit hasty, but no one could ignore its power.

After this, Rice chose to continue to receive Voldemort's legacy.

He picked up a broken arm from the ground and poked the Dark Mark on the broken arm with his wand.

About ten seconds later, figures wearing robes and hoods appeared one after another on the island of Azkaban.

They stood at the edge of the island, looking at the Azkaban wizard prison not far away in silence, and an uneasy atmosphere spread among the crowd.

To be honest, if they had not witnessed the resurrection of their master in Little Hangleton Village a few months ago, they would never have wanted to be here.

It’s a pity, if they didn’t come this time they would be beaten to death, so they came anyway.

The Dementors smelled a fresh scent and swarmed over, making the Death Eaters who rushed here feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Some Death Eaters looked at the overwhelming army of Dementors, their teeth and legs trembled uncontrollably, and they almost wanted to use Apparition to leave.

Fortunately, the Dementors stopped about ten meters away from them. They split into two groups, leaving a clear path.

Watching the Dementors' actions, these non-diehard Death Eaters had a bold guess in their minds.

Les appeared at the end of the empty path.

He paced slowly and came to the front of the Death Eaters.

Behind him, the Dementors on both sides merged together, gradually closing the empty passage. When Les walked in front of the Death Eater, the Dementors behind him had already merged into one, flying all over the sky behind him, but they did not dare to cross the line and come to him.

The Death Eaters felt that it became difficult for them to breathe. The young man in front of them looked young, but he exuded an extremely dangerous aura that made their hair stand on end.

Their instincts told them that the person before them was extremely dangerous, even scarier than the Dark Lord.

"Before I talk to you about business, I need to show you a few things." Rice snapped his fingers, and several objects floated out of Azkaban prison.

Then several Dementors grabbed those things and placed them neatly in the open space between the Death Eaters and Les.

The Death Eaters looked down and turned pale with fear: in the very center of the ground lay Voldemort's body. Judging from the color of his skin, he had probably been dead for some time.

There were several other corpses placed next to Voldemort's body. Judging from their attire, they should be prisoners in Azkaban prison.

Everyone felt something, and after carefully examining the faces of the other corpses, they quickly recognized these old friends.

"Bellatrix..."

"Mulciber?!"

"RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE!!!"

A few whispers rang out among the crowd, and then they quickly fell silent. Everyone was waiting for Rice to speak.

"Well, as you can see, Voldemort is dead." A smile appeared on Rice's face. "I have asked the prisoners here, and some of them are unwilling to submit to me, so I sent them to meet Voldemort."

The Death Eaters couldn't help but shudder, and then they heard Rice throw a question to them.

"Are you willing to submit to me?"

Lucius, who was among the group of Death Eaters, was prepared. He strode out of the crowd and knelt on one knee to the evil spirit with the face of his nephew to show his allegiance.

With Lucius taking the lead, others also rushed to kneel down, expressing their willingness to submit to the new generation of Dark Lord.

"Very good, very good! He who knows the times is a hero!" Seeing that there was finally no large-scale sacrifice for Voldemort, Les couldn't help but feel happy.

"Wait a moment..." Les pulled out his wand and walked in front of Lucius. He first motioned him to roll up his sleeves, and then Les sprinkled some potion on his arm.

Amid everyone's puzzled gazes, Les drew out his wand and pressed it against Lucius' Dark Mark. After a few seconds, a black mist rose from his shoulders.

When the black fog dissipated, the original Dark Mark of a skull spitting snakes had disappeared, replaced by a coiled snake. This mark was very similar to the emblem of Slytherin House at Hogwarts.

The reason why he didn't directly cut off Lucius' arm like he did with the prisoners in Azkaban and instead gave him a new one was because Lucius had a special status on his side, and Rice was unwilling to use this almost punitive method on him.

The other Death Eaters were also given "surgeries" by Rice, thanks to Lucius. However, Rice was much less patient with them. He was too lazy to apply painkillers to them, and directly used magic to remove the Dark Mark on their arms. They screamed in pain.

After the Dark Mark on the arm of the last Death Eater was replaced with a snake mark, Rice announced that all of them had joined his Snake Organization.

After announcing a bunch of rules of the Snake organization, Rice asked them to remember to choose code names for themselves and then announced that everyone could disband.

The members of the Snake Organization looked at each other, feeling that there seemed to be something very important that had not been done, but they did not dare to ask Rice directly.

After all, this is His Majesty's first order. Isn't it a bit too much to ask questions instead of executing it immediately?

In the end, it was Lucius who stepped forward and asked the question that everyone was most concerned about: What is the purpose of the Snake Organization?

"Explore the ultimate of magic and make the magic world great again." Les said something half true and half false.

His fundamental purpose is to disrupt the destiny of this world.

The members nodded thoughtfully.

"So what do we need to do?" Lucius asked.

"Let your home be the center of activities for now. You must come here every seven days." Rice did not assign any special tasks to the members. He just asked everyone to stay put.

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