Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way - Chapter 416

c400 The deaths of Fudge and Umbridge are well known

At this time, all the Death Eaters were unknowingly pulled into the Night Mirror, and suffered the same suffering as Rodolphus.

They heard the footsteps in the corridor and resisted in various ways, but to no avail.

The “companions” around the Death Eaters also expressed confusion about their behavior, and their eyes seemed to be looking at a lunatic.

Coupled with the oppression of darkness created by the Night Mirror and the invasion of illusions, this caused almost every Death Eater to experience tremendous mental pressure, and the whole person was filled with all kinds of negative emotions.

And then, the wizards and Muggles who had been tortured to death by them would appear in turn, and in turn torture these Death Eaters, retaliating for revenge and grievance.

Some Death Eaters have completely lost their will to resist, some are trying to beg for mercy, and some are still able to barely pick up their wands and cast one or two death curses.

But it was all in vain, as the enemies of the Death Eaters were not affected by the Death Curse at all.

After all, they are the illusions buried deep in the hearts of the enemies in front of them, and they are also the life seekers crawling back from hell.

When these Death Eaters left the Night Mirror one by one and lay half-dead on the ground, a deep sense of despair permeated the entire prison, turning into the best material for Harley’s promotion.

Harry didn’t want to spend too much time on this group of trash, and tough spider threads danced in the air, accompanied by blood spurting out.

As soon as the blood of these Death Eaters fell to the ground, it was quickly absorbed by the ground.

And their souls seemed to be torn and devoured by invisible creatures, and finally turned into nutrients for a certain ritual.

“Half of them were killed, that’s almost enough.” Harley crossed the corpses nimbly and walked deeper into Azkaban.

“That crazy woman’s magic skills are not bad. She was able to find the loophole I deliberately left for her and escape.”

“I wonder what kind of excited expression Senior Riddle will have after hearing her report?”

Suddenly, a weak cry for help rang out: “Help me…”

A tortured, non-humanoid thing struggled to emerge from the pile of corpses, using his remaining strength to plead to Harley:

“Help me…please…”

Harry looked at this tenacious wizard with interest and suddenly asked:

“If I’m not mistaken, you seem to be the dark wizard Gregory Dolphin who tortured three Muggle children in the orphanage to death in 1979?”

Seeing the dark wizard’s pupils in front of him suddenly dilate, Harry couldn’t help but smile:

“Sure enough, it’s you. I’ve read the records about you. I have to say that your improved transformation torture spell is really amazing. I like it very much. I guess those children who were tortured to death were probably like this, constantly wailing and begging you for mercy. Okay, but you have no mercy.”

“And the conditions those children were in before they died seemed to be much more miserable than what you are now.”

As he spoke, a mass of darkness spread and condensed into the appearance of the three young children.

“No…please…”

Gregor could not say another word, he only let out a scream.

Three transformation torture spells hit him, and new sufferings befell him again.

Harley no longer stopped, but continued to move forward.

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Deep in Azkaban, the area where the core Death Eaters were once imprisoned.

The iron fence that was originally divided and used to hold prisoners had been completely destroyed.

The underground cell on the first floor suddenly became extremely empty.

Voldemort was sitting in the center of the room, gently wiping the wand in his hand.

This yew wand has been with him for a long time. Even when he was on the verge of death in the old Potter family house, Voldemort was reluctant to leave this wand behind when he escaped.

Not far behind him, there was a staircase leading down. The iron door of the staircase was tightly locked, and powerful magic fluctuations were flowing on it.

There were two fat figures leaning in a corner of the room.

If you look carefully, it is not difficult to see that they are Minister Cornelius Fudge and Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge.

It’s a pity that the two of them are no longer as beautiful as before. Instead, they are as embarrassed as two bereaved dogs. There are wounds everywhere on their bodies. They are also bound by various spells and cannot say a word.

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps in the corridor.

Before Bellatrix arrived, the voice arrived first:

“Master, great master, as you expected, Harry Potter has invaded Azkaban!”

“It’s finally here.” After hearing the news he wanted to hear, Voldemort stood up slowly, with joy in his voice.

Bellatrix ran all the way to reach Voldemort. She wanted to kneel on the ground out of habit, but was held up by invisible hands.

“No need to kneel,” Voldemort’s voice was extremely gentle.

“You are my most loyal and respected follower, you can even be said to be my friend. How can I bear to let you kneel down?”

Hearing Voldemort’s words, tears appeared in the corners of Bellatrix’s excited eyes again.

“Now tell me, my dear men, what about their losses?”

Voldemort said softly, and a big snake slowly swam out from behind him and lay at Voldemort’s feet.

“Master,” at the mention of Death Eaters, Bellatrix’s face was filled with anger, and there was no trace of gentleness anymore.

“I don’t know about the Death Eaters in other directions, but the losers like Rodolphus and Rabastan who were with me were unexpectedly attacked by Potter using unknown magic, and she stayed behind!”

“As expected.” Voldemort’s expression didn’t look too angry.

“Harry Potter is my predicted nemesis, and she does have the strength to fight me a few times. It’s normal that you can’t beat her if you’re attacked by a sneak attack.”

“Describe to me the magic she used before. I need to make some preparations first.”

Bellatrix immediately described to her master in detail everything she had encountered before, including the inexplicable darkness, her colleagues who suddenly became weird, and the mudbloods who emerged from the darkness and were killed by her own hands. and pure-blooded traitors.

However, Bellatrix frantically poured life-killing spells into the darkness, and finally succeeded in forcing the darkness back. She took the opportunity to find a loophole in the magic and escaped.

Listening to the description of his loyal female believer, Voldemort nodded thoughtfully.

He raised his hand, and Bellatrix moved closer almost subconsciously, taking the initiative to put her head under Voldemort’s hand.

“Well done, Bella.” Voldemort gently stroked Bellatrix’s dirty, dry, lusterless hair.

“The information you revealed is very important to me. After I successfully kill Harry Potter and Dumbledore and rule the entire wizarding world, I will definitely reward you.”

“Now you take a rest and regain your energy for a while. We have a tough battle to fight soon.”

Bellatrix nodded obediently, without questioning Voldemort’s order, and quickly found a corner to sit down and rest.

As time went by, more and more Death Eaters came back.

Voldemort was surprised to find that less than a quarter of the Death Eaters he thought would die were now left with a full half.

This was truly a harvest beyond his expectation.

It’s a pity that every Death Eater has a frightened expression on their face, and their hearts are filled with deep emotions of fear and despair, and their combat effectiveness will definitely be affected to a certain extent.

But Voldemort didn’t care. In his eyes, even if all of these Death Eaters, including Bellatrix, were sacrificed in the end, he wouldn’t be heartbroken.

In his eyes, his subordinates and servants are nothing more than cheap consumables that can be summoned again at any time.

As long as the plan can be completed, this sacrifice is nothing at all.

After the last Death Eater entered this level of prison, Voldemort closed his eyes and felt that the Dark Mark no longer existed anywhere else in Azkaban.

He walked slowly in the corridor and looked at his subordinates.

“Friends, my dearest friends.” Voldemort’s voice was so gentle that people couldn’t help but want to kneel on the ground and offer their loyalty.

“Today is a day to celebrate, not just because today is Christmas Eve and tomorrow is Christmas Day.”

“More importantly, today we won back a large number of old friends. These old friends are extremely loyal. After the Dark Lord lost his power and completely fell, he did not want to become the lackeys of the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood traitors. Instead, he was willing to enter Az Kaban endures hardship.”

“I pay my respects to them as truly noble pureblood wizards and my eternal friends.”

Suddenly, the Death Eaters remembered bursts of applause. No matter what these thugs think in their hearts, their faces are full of respect for their colleagues at this moment.

“And after winning back these friends, we faced a new problem, that is Harry Potter…”

At this time, Harry was sitting on a half-broken stone pillar, with his legs crossed, listening to the speech below with interest.

I have to say that Voldemort is really talented when it comes to painting pie and bragging.

Even if he lived in the Muggle world without any magic, he would probably be able to live well.

“…Our group of allies are still fighting in the Ministry of Magic to contain Dumbledore and other idiots from the Order of the Phoenix.”

“So Azkaban is quiet and no one can disturb us except that damn Harry Potter.”

Voldemort waved his hand, appearing nonchalant,

“How much trouble can she, a weak little witch, stir up? Are noble purebloods like us afraid of a little girl who is not yet under age?”

“So tonight, our plan will be successful!”

“I will kill the opponent in my prophecy, prove to you that the prophecy is false, and at the same time share with you the biggest secret in Azkaban!”

“At that time, my dear friends, we will all gain eternal life in the cries and blood of our enemies!”

Voldemort’s snake face with only two narrow nostrils was filled with a bright smile. He stretched out his arms as if to hug the Death Eater in front of him.

The Death Eaters below were also very enthusiastic at this time, and they wanted to kneel at Voldemort’s feet and kiss his shoes.

Only Harry noticed the snake-like coldness and cruelty in Voldemort’s eyes.

I am afraid that in his eyes, the Death Eaters below, or even all living creatures in Azkaban, are sacrifices that can be sacrificed at any time.

“And now, let us invite our old friend, dear Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and his loyal subordinate, Senior Under-Secretary of Magic, Dolores Umbridge.”

The two fat men who were lying in the corner, curling up in fear, flew up and landed at Voldemort’s feet.

“These two heads of the Ministry of Magic are our sacrifices before the war tonight. They symbolize that we will overthrow the existing wrongful rule and change the status quo in which the Mudbloods are equal to us.”

Voldemort gracefully waved his wand and lifted the magic that silenced the two of them.

“You two have been invited to our party tonight. Is there anything you want to say to everyone?”

Fudge was usually very popular, and he dared to show off his power to Professor Dumbledore, even banging the table and shouting.

But now facing this group of thugs, he finally realized that the weapon of criticism cannot replace the weapon of criticism.

Fudge was shaking with fear and his teeth were chattering. The sound of rushing water sounded, and a stream of yellow liquid spread out in all directions.

He was so frightened that he became incontinent.

The Death Eaters below noticed this scene and immediately burst out laughing and howling.

On the contrary, Umbridge, as a ruthless person who had climbed all the way up from the bottom, began to plead loudly:

“Master…Master, I am your devout believer, Master! I am so loyal to you…”

“But the noble Dark Lord has no need of your loyalty, and your bastard’s loyalty is not worth mentioning to me.”

Voldemort replied ruthlessly, and then looked at the Death Eaters below,

“I want to share with you an interesting anecdote, an interesting anecdote told to me by the Patriarch of the Bart Group of the Selwyn family.”

“Our dear guest at the banquet, Ms. Umbridge, has always claimed to have blood ties with multiple pure-blood families, especially the Selwyn family.”

There were bursts of whispers below, causing Nagini to shake her head uneasily.

Voldemort waited patiently until the Death Eaters had finished discussing, and then continued:

“But actually? There is no Ms. Umbridge in the Selwyn family tree.”

“Yes, she is a shameless thief, a nasty thief, and a despicable impostor.”

“Her father is old Umbridge who sweeps the floor in the Ministry of Magic, her mother is a dirty Muggle, and her brother is a disgraceful squib.”

“But Umbridge deliberately concealed her identity and expelled these people from the magical world, so that others would no longer notice the blood from the mud flowing in her veins.”

“At the same time, she also tried to have a relationship with a noble pure blood and wanted to steal the glory of pure blood!”

Upon hearing this, the fanatical supporters of the bloodline theory became excited again, shouting and cursing constantly.

“Do you think you are qualified to be loyal to me?” Voldemort looked at the toad at his feet.

“If you are a mixed-blood wizard, considering that you may also have traces of pure-blood existence, I can still allow you to exist.”

“But you actually try to steal the glory of the most noble pure blood in the world, alas!”

“But Master,” Umbridge was unwilling to give up any hope of survival and was still pleading hard.

“You promised me…you said you would give me the supreme glory and let my name be remembered forever…”

“Yes, that’s true.” Voldemort nodded lazily, “As we all know, the Dark Lord has always been very trustworthy and keeps his promises.”

“But I just promise you that your name will be remembered forever.”

“I didn’t guarantee that you would live, right? As a sacrifice for Voldemort’s great cause, isn’t it a way to be remembered forever?”

Looking at Umbridge’s pale face, Voldemort shook his head, waved his wand gently, and an altar suddenly rose in front of him.

Fudge and Umbridge were thrown heavily onto the altar and fell into pieces.

The invisible ropes on their bodies were untied, but the two of them had no ability to escape because death surrounded them.

“Harry Potter should be arriving soon.” Voldemort tilted his head and said softly, “Then I’ll ask the two ministers to go on their way first.”

The wand kept tapping in the air, drawing strange traces.

Along with the chanting of the incantation, gray air spurted out from the altar and swept towards Fudge and Umbridge.

Nagini seemed to feel something and made a hissing sound uneasily.

Death has come to this altar!

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…(End of chapter)