Late at night, on the rough sea, a ship was sailing through the waves.
The old oil lamp on the bow swayed gently with the waves, still shining ahead and continuing to guide the ship.
Suddenly, several strange black shadows passed around the ship, and a thick layer of frost fog silently froze the plywood.
A wizard wearing a thick cloak and holding an oil lamp in his hand was responsible for helping out on guard duty. He couldn't help but shudder and cursed in a low voice. He quickly hung the oil lamp that was already covered with frost on the side and opened the door.
Walking into the cabin to keep warm, not all dark wizards can tolerate dementors.
Without the source of happiness to suck from, the dementors responsible for guarding the ship began to slide forward, guarding the ship as it sailed toward the sea ahead.
"It's freezing outside. I hate dementors."
"Give!"
A tipsy wizard next to him poured him a glass of whiskey and said, "Today is a good day."
"That's right, that's right."
"That madman is finally dead."
"It's certainly worth celebrating."
The dark wizard in charge of sentry took the whiskey, touched it lightly with the other dark wizards, took a big gulp of the whiskey into his mouth, and joined in the condemnation of Scrimgeour.
Too much happened tonight.
Especially the news of Scrimgeour's death is undoubtedly a good thing for them.
After the collapse and reorganization of the Ministry of Magic, the people who originally lived in the gray area finally ushered in their spring, and they finally no longer had to worry about being persecuted by the Scrimgeour government.
This means that the British wizarding community will usher in Voldemort's era, which is the best era for them.
"A toast to the Dark Lord."
If they also want to take a share of the pie in this era, they need to go one step further, preferably becoming a Death Eater and becoming one of their vested interests, just like them.
Several dark wizards secretly cast envious glances at a certain seat in the cabin, especially the youngest man, who seemed to be named Draco Malfoy.
In their opinion, how could such a weakling qualify to become a Death Eater?
However, Draco Malfoy completely ignored the eyes of others. He was still immersed in the pain of losing his family.
"Lucius is gone, now you need to pick yourself up again."
Alecto looked at Draco, whose eyes were red and sad, frowned slightly and lowered his voice and said, "After this matter is settled, you can go back to Hogwarts."
"Alecto is right, I also think you should go back to Hogwarts and continue school!"
Although Gargson said this, he was very disdainful of it in his heart. He really looked down on Lucius, let alone the current Draco Malfoy. This guy was simply a scum among the Death Eaters.
"Next, I'm afraid I will go to work at Hogwarts." Alecto continued.
"I thought it would be Snape." Gargson looked at Alecto in surprise, "Or the Dark Lord asked you to..."
Alecto gave Gagson a hard look and told him to shut up.
"I will also work there, and I may be able to provide you with some help. As for your wedding, if the Parkinson family has no objections, I will help you handle it then. Although Lucius may also pay homage to Snape, but
It might be better for me to handle this matter, Snape may not know the trivial matters of some wizarding families."
The relationship between the Carrow family and the Malfoy family is actually not as close as imagined, but when Lucius was asked to go to the Burrow to capture Harry Potter, he asked Alecto for help, and she finally agreed. After all,
Alecto can also get a lot of benefits from it, although these benefits may not fall into her hands in the end.
Draco Malfoy remained silent. Lucius's death gave him such a heavy blow that Malfoy was almost driven crazy.
In just a few months, he lost his parents inexplicably. His originally happy life became shattered, and he had no intention of caring about Pansy Parkinson.
Looking at Malfoy who was depressed, Gagson cursed trash in his heart again and looked sideways at Alecto.
"What are you going to teach at Hogwarts?"
"dark magic."
"But I heard that class is cursed."
"It's Dark Magic, not Defense Against Dark Arts." Alecto corrected, "If you are so free, go check and see if those guys are in peace."
"Are you sure someone will really come to save you?"
Gargson didn't answer, poured himself a glass of whiskey, looked sideways at the window covered with a layer of white fog, and murmured to himself.
"If we summon the Dark Lord but don't see the enemy's shadow, you should know what will happen to us!"
Gargson hopes to be able to successfully send people to Azkaban.
It’s really not Gagson’s fault.
If only members of the Order of the Phoenix or Harry Potter came to save people, there would be no problem, but what if that weirdo Albert Anderson also came with him?
They will all suffer great misfortune and even lose their lives.
"After all, someone needs to try. Whether it's an opportunity to get rid of Harry Potter or eliminate some members of the Order of the Phoenix, it's a good thing for us." Alecto reached out and brushed the Dark Mark on his arm.
He looked very loyal to the Dark Lord.
"Or... you are scared, you don't want to believe the Dark Lord..."
"Of course I believe in the Dark Lord." Gargson interrupted impatiently, "I just..."
"Just what?"
"I just don't want to be used as bait."
Gargson didn't want Lucius to die so tragically.
After all, there are already many ready-made cases in front of us, and their group is undoubtedly acting as bait.
"I'm here too," Alecto said.
"You're right." Gargson couldn't refute. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, took a big sip into his mouth, walked to the window, stretched out his hand to wipe off the water vapor on it, and looked at the cabin through the glass window.
Outside.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up in the darkness.
"what happened?"
Gargson covered his eyes with his hand and quickly took out his wand from his pocket.
"Enemy attack!"
The cabin instantly fell into chaos.
Outside the cabin, the dark night was illuminated by the patron saint. The dementors that originally surrounded the ship had been driven away by the patron saint's spell.
"Are you going in by force?"
Sirius was eager to try, ready to take the lead in breaking into the cabin and rescuing the people inside.
"No, I have a better way."
Albert held a broomstick in one hand and pointed the wand at the speeding ship with the other, controlling the ship to fly in the air. Then it flipped several times like a washing machine. He believed that the guests in the cabin would not have a wonderful experience.
.
"this……"
The three of them were all startled by Albert's operation and quickly guessed his intention.
"Act as planned, knock everyone down first, and then... let Dobby take you away." Albert suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction, "Remember, don't waste time."
"What's wrong?"
"A nasty guy is here. Your time is limited. It's best not to exceed five minutes. If it doesn't work, just retreat. I don't want to duel with the mysterious man here."
With that said, Albert lowered the ship again and let it sail towards Azkaban, which was shrouded in the storm.
"quick."
Moody landed on the plywood first and directly used the blast to open the door and broke in.
Sirius and Kingsley followed closely behind.
Albert turned his attention again to the black shadow flying this way.
It is indeed Voldemort.
Did Voldemort sense something, or did he not trust his own people on the ship from the beginning?