Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

The opportunity to escape was not difficult to create. With his magical skills, it was not impossible for him to forcefully break through Dumbledore's control. However, the most pressing question for him at this moment was how to make his return more meaningful and how to establish a stronger and more invincible image in the minds of wizards around the world.

Under the continued pressure of the high temperatures outside, and after a calm analysis of the current situation, Voldemort quickly came up with an excellent plan—to rescue the Death Eaters trapped in Azkaban prison!
Back then, the loss of his soul caused him too many irreparable side effects. Although he was always known as "the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history," the influence of this title was mostly concentrated in the English magical world. To the magical worlds of other regions, his title was nothing more than a powerful and cruel madman, and not many people were truly willing to follow him.

Now, if he wants to win people's hearts and minds, let more people know about a new and more charismatic Voldemort, and get more powerful wizards to willingly come to his side, then he must make changes and prove his strength and value with practical actions. Taking the initiative to rescue those loyal Death Eaters trapped in Azkaban is undoubtedly a very good choice.

Besides directly defeating or repelling Dumbledore, breaching Azkaban, the most secure prison in the wizarding world, can also demonstrate one's strength, which is naturally due to the special nature of Azkaban.

Wizards living in different magical worlds almost all know about this terrifying prison guarded by Dementors. Historically, several Ministers of Magic have had similar ideas, wanting to recruit Dementors as guards of their own prisons and use their power to intimidate criminals. However, due to the terrifying nature of Dementors and strong protests from the public, these ideas ultimately failed to be put into practice.

The ability to breach such a prison, which strikes fear into the hearts of all wizards, would undoubtedly demonstrate his immense power.

Besides, the vast majority of Death Eaters who follow him come from renowned pure-blood families in the magical world. These families possess deep roots, vast wealth, and considerable influence in their respective regions. If he can successfully rescue these Death Eaters trapped in Azkaban, he will not only make them more loyal to him, but also win the full support of their pure-blood families. Whether it is the supply of magical resources or the mobilization of personal connections, these families can provide tremendous assistance to his great cause.

In fact, since the end of the Wizarding World War launched by Gellert Grindelwald, the situation of pure-blood families in other magical worlds around the world has not been as optimistic as imagined. The rise of the Muggle world, the Ministry of Magic's suppression of the pure-blood supremacy ideology, and the gradual growth of half-blood and Muggle-born wizards have all made these pure-blood families feel an unprecedented crisis.

His act of rescuing these pure-blood family members will undoubtedly provide a huge boost to pure-blood families in other magical worlds, giving them hope of resisting the status quo and greatly increasing the likelihood that these families will actively join his camp and strengthen their own power base.

Furthermore, when news of his downfall spread throughout the wizarding world, those Death Eaters who lacked a firm stance and were only there for personal gain had already chosen to protect themselves. Some even turned against him, revealing a great deal of secrets to the Ministry of Magic in order to save themselves. Only the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban remained the most loyal core force. Even during their trial by the Ministry of Magic, they steadfastly expressed their loyalty to him without wavering in the slightest. Even after being imprisoned in Azkaban and subjected to long-term torture by Dementors, their loyalty remained unchanged.

Voldemort now values ​​the loyalty of his servants more than ever before. Neither Quirinaschiro, who once served him, nor Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed his friends and joined him, can be considered truly loyal servants. It is precisely because of their disloyalty and incompetence that his subsequent plans have repeatedly encountered unexpected problems, causing his resurrection plan to fail time and time again and fall into a long period of dormancy.

Fortunately, he eventually met Barty Crouch Jr., a loyal servant—it was thanks to Barty's loyalty and execution that he was able to be resurrected, successfully reorganize Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and come into contact with new wizarding ideas, paving the way for this return.

Thinking of this, a resolute and ruthless glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and then suddenly opened his arms. With this action, the orange fire prison that had trapped him was instantly shattered by a powerful surge of dark magic energy, producing a deafening roar.

The fierce flames that had been engulfing him finally dissipated completely, turning into countless ashes with faint sparks, which drifted down slowly like black snowflakes. These unextinguished ashes barely illuminated the dilapidated Heroes' Square, outlining the scars of the devastated landscape—broken colonnades, shattered statues, and scorched ground, all telling the story of the battle's brutality.

Wizards around the world watching the battle through the hazy green light held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats. They already had a vague guess that since Voldemort had successfully broken through Dumbledore's fire prison, he would inevitably launch a fierce counterattack.

Sure enough, the moment the fire prison completely disappeared, the shimmering ashes that were falling from the sky suddenly and mysteriously stopped in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed. They floated in the sky in a magical way that defied the laws of physics, forming a dense black light curtain.

Immediately afterwards, the dilapidated Heroes Square began to tremble violently. The broken stone bricks scattered on the ground, the broken marble colonnades, and the remains of the collapsed giant statues all vibrated wildly at an extremely fast frequency, emitting a "buzzing" sound.

The next second, these heavy objects seemed to be firmly grasped by an invisible giant hand, forcibly torn from the solid ground, breaking free from the shackles of gravity, and suspended in the air.

Not only these dilapidated buildings, but even the ground of Heroes' Square itself was affected by this powerful magical force. It was as if it were undergoing an extremely strong earthquake. Spiderweb-like cracks quickly appeared on the ground at the edge of the square, and then began to lift and twist upwards, like sheet metal being forcibly bent by a huge force, emitting an extremely ear-piercing "crackling" sound that sent chills down one's spine.

All these changes came too suddenly and too rapidly. The destruction and reconstruction that should have occurred relatively slowly was completed in an instant under Voldemort's magical control.

Seemingly premeditated, to avoid being hindered by Dumbledore when casting this move, Voldemort had already surrounded himself with thick gray smoke the moment he launched his counterattack. This smoke acted like a flowing barrier, separating him from Dumbledore and simultaneously pulling his body back quickly, creating enough distance between them to buy himself ample time and space to cast his spell.

It was precisely because the two temporarily distanced themselves that those watching through the hazy green light finally gained a clear perspective and witnessed the terrifying changes taking place in Heroes' Square...

And this is exactly the effect Voldemort wanted to achieve.

He deliberately paused the projection of the Dark Mark at the moment when he held absolute advantage. This deliberate pause subtly guided the thoughts of all viewers, making those who witnessed the battle through the hazy green light constantly wonder about Dumbledore's safety. At the same time, they were shocked by the world-destroying power he displayed, thus planting the seeds of fear in their hearts and gradually making them acknowledge his strength.

The moment the shimmering green light vanished, Cornelius Fudge on the ship felt as if an invisible hand were gripping his heart, making it difficult to breathe. He swallowed hard, his throat dry and painful, and stammered, "Dumbledore...he..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the rest of the words, and could only cast a pleading and anxious look at the person beside him, his voice trembling noticeably: "He should... be alright, right?" Suddenly, a ghostly black figure flashed across the sea not far away. The figure was faster than anyone could imagine, disappearing completely from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed, leaving only a lingering chill that made the temperature on the deck drop several degrees.

Connelly Fudge witnessed the entire scene. A bead of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and soaking his collar. He instinctively clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he muttered repeatedly, his voice filled with barely concealed fear: "The mysterious man! He... he actually tracked me all the way here!"

The other people on the ship had no time to pay attention to the cowardice and panic in Fudge's tone. Everyone's attention was firmly occupied by the bizarre scene they had just witnessed, their minds racing as they recalled the shock brought by that figure.

Voldemort's flying method was too bizarre and too contrary to common sense—his body was clearly pressed tightly against the surface of the sea, and his flying speed was comparable to or even surpassed that of the most advanced fire crossbow bolts, yet the sea surface did not ripple at all, not even a single splash or ripple, as if he were truly a ghost without a physical body, merely gliding above the sea rather than flying.

Judging by the common sense accepted by all wizards, such a thing should not be possible. Flying at such an astonishing speed and so close to the sea surface should cause a huge commotion, at least creating waves several meters high, or leaving a clear trail on the sea. However, Voldemort's flight was terrifyingly quiet, as silent as a ghost. This bizarre behavior that defied common sense was more unsettling than his appearance itself.

"Mr. Hawkwood, you've been monitoring Voldemort's movements through those seagulls, haven't you? So you knew he'd be in this area?"

Barty Crouch instantly realized what was happening, a knowing glint in his eyes. He nodded and said, "No wonder you insisted on taking us on a detour, choosing a relatively remote route to Azkaban. It turns out you had already predicted Voldemort's direction and wanted to avoid his advance."

Should I avoid him?
Dylan let out a soft breath, his face remaining calm. He chuckled and patiently explained, "To prevent the exact location of Azkaban from being revealed, this sea area is protected by multiple layers of powerful anti-apparition magic. Any attempt to directly apparite into or leave this area will be blocked by magic, and may even trigger a strong magical backlash."

“I suspect that Voldemort must have realized this long ago, so I judge that he will not risk forcibly breaking through the anti-Apparition magic, but will first Apparate to the outer area of ​​this sea, and then use his own flight magic to cross this sea at low altitude, and finally arrive at Azkaban.”

“Hawkwood!” Cornelius Fudge suddenly interrupted Dylan, his tone tinged with urgency and resentment. “Since you had already guessed his route and method, why didn’t you notify us in advance to prepare and ambush the mysterious man?”

He swallowed hard, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. "We have so many top Aurors here, as well as the core forces of the Ministry of Magic. If we all join forces and cast the Killing Curse on him at the same time, wouldn't we be able to kill the mysterious man once and for all?"

“Minister Fudge, you seem to have forgotten something crucial.” Old Barty Crouch turned to Cornelius Fudge, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm. “Voldemort was once struck by the Killing Curse, losing his body and power completely, but he eventually returned, stronger and more dangerous than ever before. The Killing Curse is no longer a deadly threat to him.”

“Mr. Fudge, Voldemort has no more attachments or weaknesses now.” Dylan slowly put down the thing he had been playing with. “If we rashly launch an ambush against him now, given his personality and strength, he probably won’t choose to back down.”

“I think he would be happy to pause his journey to Azkaban for a while, wipe out this elite force of the Ministry of Magic, and then go to the prison to welcome those loyal Death Eaters. At that time, the Ministry of Magic will suffer heavy losses, while he will become much stronger, and the situation will become even more uncontrollable.”

"That's why I chose to cast a Confusion Charm to conceal the location and presence of our ship and avoid a direct confrontation with him."

Dylan continued, "Things will be completely different once he breaks through Azkaban and rescues the Death Eaters."

On one hand, the Ministry of Magic has a legitimate reason to act, allowing it to unite with other magical forces against him and gain a moral advantage. On the other hand, the rescued Death Eaters will become a burden to him, requiring him to be distracted to protect them and restricting his movements. Dealing with him then will undoubtedly be much easier.

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the giant stone sphere cage that had been transformed from Heroes Square.

Amidst the flames, a magnificent figure slowly spread its wings. It was Phoenix Fox, which gracefully flew out from the raging fire. Its tail feathers were like brocade adorned with stars, each feather radiating dazzling golden light, completely illuminating the dim space inside the cage. The golden light was warm and pure, dispelling the lingering chill and scorching heat of the fierce fire, and softening the surrounding air.

Dumbledore stood in the center of the light, his face still bearing a gentle smile, and he said softly to Fawkes the Phoenix, "Fawkes, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and gently grasped the sharp claws that Phoenix Fox extended. The instant his fingertips touched the claws, he keenly sensed a slight disturbance in his pocket—it was the magic bookmark he and Dylan used for secret communication, now emitting a faint magical fluctuation.

Dumbledore turned slightly to the side and took the bookmark out of his pocket. On the blank spot on the bookmark's surface, a line of clear writing slowly appeared: Dylan's message: Azkaban.

"Is that so?" After reading the line of text, a look of understanding flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he instantly understood Voldemort's true purpose. He murmured to himself, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible approval, "It seems that having a more complete soul has indeed made you more composed and strategic... Choosing to rescue Azkaban's Death Eaters and expand your own power is indeed a good move!"

Fawkes the Phoenix nuzzled Dumbledore's arm affectionately, then turned to look at him, opening its sharp yet elegant golden beak and emitting a clear, melodious murmur, as if inquiring about his next plans. (End of Chapter)