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Chapter 802: Seizing Azkaban!
Chapter 802: Seizing Azkaban!
"So after this operation, not only will you not be pursued, but you will also become one of the heroes who repelled the Dark Lord as Ministry of Magic Undercover Agents..."
"Is there anything else you want to ask, Lucius?" Ivan looked at the group and asked.
"No, Lord Hals, we have no more questions..." Lucius Malfoy hurriedly shook his head, fawning. "It seems we were too foolish to understand your deeper intentions..."
Goyle, Crabbe, and the others also wore looks of shame. They had previously thought Ivan Hals wanted to squeeze every bit of use out of them before sending them to their deaths. They hadn't expected him to have everything planned out and even throw them a bit of credit.
Of course, danger was still inevitable. They needed to survive the massive chaos to earn their glory... Only the living could enjoy it!
"Now that you all understand your mission, let's get started!" Ivan took out several bottles of improved Polyjuice Potion and tossed them to the Aurors. He had captured many Death Eaters during the summer, and they would be useful for this operation.
The Aurors who received the bottles didn't hesitate to drink the potion. Their forms shifted, transforming into the corresponding Death Eaters.
Including Lucius and the others, they now had eleven former Death Eaters. Bringing so many familiar faces would greatly reduce the risk of exposure.
Ivan was certain that the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban didn't know about Voldemort's disastrous defeat in Knockturn Alley. After all, Voldemort was very proud and wouldn't go out of his way to share such embarrassing news with the likes of Bella. This meant they were unaware that a batch of Death Eaters had already been captured, a rare and valuable opportunity.
Thinking of this, Ivan took the last bottle of improved Polyjuice Potion and drank it. His body stretched and grew taller, his eyes became slanted, and his nose flattened. His head, now completely bald, made Ivan feel very uncomfortable.
"Indeed, not a pretty sight!" Ivan waved his wand to conjure a mirror and looked at his distorted form, inwardly grumbling.
Tom Riddle was truly ruthless to himself...
"Lucius!" Ivan suddenly turned and called out.
"Lord Hals, do you have any further instructions?" Lucius asked cautiously.
Ivan didn't respond, but his gaze became increasingly sharp.
Lucius immediately realized his mistake in addressing him and quickly corrected himself. "Dark Lord... no, Master, do you have any further instructions?"
"From now on, remember your identity!" Ivan glared fiercely at Lucius, then scanned the room, his eyes landing on each person. "If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame me for being merciless!"
The wizards present nodded in unison, and Lucius and the others looked particularly apprehensive. Looking at Ivan in his black robes, they felt as if they were truly facing Voldemort...
"Then... let's begin!" Ivan reminded them and waved his wand, vanishing on the spot.
Macnair, Lucius, and the others quickly followed, using Apparition to disappear as well.
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On an isolated island in the North Sea.
With a violent fluctuation in the air, over twenty figures suddenly appeared in front of the prison gates.
The seven Aurors responsible for guarding the area immediately sensed something was amiss, but before they could sound the alarm, they were hit by numerous spells and fell unconscious.
"Is this important place, Azkaban, only guarded by so few people?" Ivan looked at the fallen Aurors, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"The true guardians here are the Dementors. The Ministry of Magic only sends a few Aurors to supervise these creatures, to prevent them from causing more chaos", Macnair explained.
If not for the Dementors' past rebellions, the number of Aurors stationed here would be even fewer, as few people enjoyed such a thankless task.
Ivan nodded, then looked up at the sky. Dark, ominous clouds were gathering, drawing closer, with something writhing inside. Occasionally, shadowy figures in black cloaks could be seen drifting out of the prison windows, gradually converging into a single mass.
"It's the Dementors, they're coming!" Lucius narrowed his eyes and drew his wand from his belt.
According to intelligence, Azkaban was guarded by nearly two hundred Dementors. These nauseating, ethereal creatures could cause significant trouble if they launched a large-scale attack.
Macnair and the others were equally uneasy. Being surrounded by Dementors was a terrible feeling, a chilling, oppressive cold seemed to sap their vitality.
Even Ivan frowned, his gaze fixed on the restless Dementors. "What are you all doing here? Have you forgotten our agreement? Get back to your posts!"
The Dementors circled around, savoring the emotions of happiness, seemingly reluctant to leave. But a sphere of white mist soon crashed into them, exploding mid-air.
The blinding white light touched the Dementors, corroding their bodies like acid. The Dementors, seemingly recalling something, scattered in terror and quickly disappeared from the island.
Ivan paid no attention to where the Dementors went. Their minds were not the sharpest, and despite their combat potential, he did not intend to bring them along in the attack on the Ministry of Magic. It could lead to disaster.
"Let's go! Confringo!" Ivan raised his hand, and a deep red flame drifted out, expanding into a four-meter-wide fireball in the wind. It struck the sturdy iron gate with a deafening explosion.
The island shook violently, and the gate of Azkaban was instantly blasted open. Ivan led Macnair and the others inside.
Upon entering, Ivan was struck by the dilapidated state of Azkaban's interior. The place was dark and damp, emanating a foul stench. The walls, neglected and pitted, were covered in rust.
The prisoners, awakened by the explosion, dragged their weary bodies to the iron bars of their cells, peering out and crying for help. But upon seeing Ivan, the Wizards who had been pleading for rescue froze, their faces filled with fear and dread. Only one disheveled man laughed maniacally, slamming against the door and screaming.
"Master! I knew it... I knew you would come to save us!"
(End of Chapter)
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