Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

With a gentle wave of his hand, flames engulfed the lives of three Aurors.

"Walk."

Upon seeing this scene, the Auror leading the group shouted, "Go and inform the Ministry of Magic to ask Dumbledore to come here."

With that, he roared and used all his strength to temporarily repel the onslaught of flames, then pulled the remaining phantom in his hand and moved away.

After the Aurors left, Grindelwald waved his hand to remove the fire shield, and said with dissatisfaction.

"This wand doesn't feel right to me."

"The Elder Wand is in Dumbledore's hands." Wenda knew what Grindelwald wanted, but he truly couldn't give it to him.

“I know.” Grindelwald put away his wand and smiled. “Let’s go, Venda, to Paris for a cup of tea.”

"I hope that shop is still open."

Hogwarts Castle, England.

Dumbledore's expression instantly turned serious as he looked at the distress message from the Austrian Ministry of Magic transmitted through the portrait frame.

Grindelwald escaped from prison, why?

Dumbledore summoned the phoenix Fawkes and, with the phoenix's power, Apparated directly from Hogwarts to Nurmengard.

Two hours later, outside the British Ministry of Magic, when Dumbledore finally found Grindelwald in a teahouse.

Rozier, accompanied by a large group of dark wizards, appeared brazenly at the entrance of the Department of Magic.

"Extis, make your move."

"Is this the Wizarding Council now?" Extis let out a sinister laugh. "I've never laid a hand on the Wizarding Council before."

“Openly acknowledging Muggle wizards and trampling on the honor of purebloods, they are simply the scum of the wizarding world. It’s just the right time for me to get rid of them all.”

Extis was a helper that Witte had carefully selected after a long period of time, someone who was both capable of being summoned and powerful enough.

The name might sound unfamiliar, but every wizard will recognize it if you mention his former residence.

Azkaban.

Extis was the dark wizard who founded Azkaban.

Witt replaced Albus the Phoenix's card to barely summon the infamous dark wizard; the Serpent Demon's magic wasn't even enough to summon him.

It's easy to imagine how powerful this Extis's magic is.

Chapter 86 Raid on the Ministry of Magic, Infiltration of Azkaban

"Don't get carried away, hit once and run."

Rozier spoke up to Extis, reminding him of his actions: "Fighting an Auror at the entrance of the Department of Magic? Do you think you're Voldemort?"

Their goal is to buy time, not to fight the Ministry of Magic to the death.

"Okay, I know."

Extis replied with dissatisfaction, saying that if it weren't for Witt making him obey Rozier's orders the whole time, he wouldn't care where he was.

Since he's already dead, what can these Aurors do to him?

"Then let me begin this game."

Extis waved his wand and laughed wildly, "Break!"

The incredibly powerful dark magic crashed violently against the Ministry of Magic's defenses, causing the protective shield to tremble.

Fouchie, in the minister's office, noticed the tremor as soon as he heard his subordinate's report.

"what happened?"

Fudge pressed down on the table and asked a question.

As soon as Rosier and his party appeared, someone from the Ministry of Magic spotted them. The group was all dressed in black and masked, except for the two leaders who weren't wearing masks, making it hard for them to go unnoticed.

But it only attracted attention; no one thought much of it.

Even Voldemort didn't launch a full-scale attack on the Ministry of Magic back then; who would have thought these people would be so reckless?

Nobody expected it.

Most people assumed Rozier was there to protest, and apart from someone from Fudge's side reporting to him, everyone else went about their business.

If we let them state their demands first, and then use official jargon when the matter comes to a head, we can usually handle it perfectly.

As a result of this wait, what they received was a black magic spell.

Not only did it shake the Ministry of Magic's defenses, but it also triggered an alarm that hadn't sounded for over a decade since Voldemort's death.

All the Aurors who were on duty in the Auror office rushed out immediately.

But it was too late. Rozier and his team fired one shot and ran away without lingering.

"What exactly happened?"

Fudge rushed out in a panic, shouting his questions.

The guard at the gate reported what had just happened truthfully.

"You mean a group of madmen came to the Ministry of Magic and launched an attack?"

Fudge's face contorted instantly.

He roared, “Then what are you all waiting for? Go after them and arrest them all. I’m going to send them all to Azkaban.”

Auror Office Director Scrinker stepped forward to explain: "Their actions are too suspicious. We suspect these people are deliberately luring us out. In order to deal with potential dangers, it is best to remain still for now."

"Hold back and do nothing?"

Fudge turned around angrily, almost touching Scrimgeour in front of him, and yelled, "What if they get away?"

"What will the newspapers say about this tomorrow? What will people in the magic world say about it?"

"The Ministry of Magic was under direct attack, but the Aurors only dared to cower behind the gates, allowing the enemy to run rampant."

"Move out now and arrest all those damned dark wizards and take them to Azkaban. We need to prove to the wizarding world that the Ministry of Magic is capable of protecting them, understand?"

Fudge didn't care what the other side's plans were—whether it was a diversionary tactic or a feint—he had to make these dark wizards who dared to attack the Ministry of Magic pay the price.

They were all apprehended and brought to justice.

Otherwise, his position as Minister of Magic would have been his last.

If those dark wizards are not captured, even if the Auror can save the Ministry of Magic, he will not be able to stop the public's anger, and he will inevitably have to resign.

With his position as Minister of Magic about to be lost, Fudge had no time to worry about anything else.

Whatever the conspiracy, that's for later. The most important thing now is to capture those dark wizards who dared to openly attack the Ministry of Magic.

“But what if something happens to the Ministry of Magic?” Scrimgeour felt that Fudge’s words made sense, but he had to be prepared for the Ministry of Magic’s security.

"How about we send some people to guard the Ministry of Magic?"

"Can you guarantee you'll catch those dark wizards?" Fudge growled, panting.

"There's nothing anyone can do about this..."

Before Scrimgeour could finish speaking, Fudge interrupted him: "Then take everyone out, all of them. I want you to capture those dark wizards as quickly as possible, understand?"

Faced with Fudge's insistence, Scrimgeour had no choice but to obey, leading all the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, along with a group of strikers, in pursuit.

However, he remained cautious and sent someone to notify the retired Aurors, asking them to come to the Ministry of Magic to help guard it.

in case the emergency.

"action."

No sooner had Scrimgeour left than the Serpent Demon sneaked into the Ministry of Magic.

With everyone in a state of panic and all the capable fighters gone, not a single person from the Ministry of Magic spotted the Serpent Demon.

Fudge returned to his office, still furious. He had barely sat down to rest when he was ambushed by the Serpent Demon, who used a Soul-Stealing Curse to subdue him.

"Someone come here!" the Snake Demon shouted, controlling Fudge.

"Minister, is there anything else you need?"

“Send Umbridge to Azkaban and inform the Dementors to increase their vigilance. I suspect these people are involved in the previous search for dark magic items, and they might be heading to Azkaban.”

"Yes."

As soon as the toad spirit, dressed in pink, stepped out the door, he was captured by Witt and Albus.

"The soul leaves the body."

By this time, Witt had disguised himself as an adult using Polyjuice Potion, and his wand had been concealed with some decorations.

Azkaban is usually unguarded.

All the work, including delivering food, was done by the Dementors.

The Ministry of Magic would periodically use teleportation magic to send prisoners' food to the rooftop next to Azkaban, where Dementors would distribute it.

Nobody, nobody wants to work on this island teeming with Dementors.

Even though Dementors theoretically wouldn't attack Ministry of Magic officials, their very existence is a form of mental torment and test.

That dark, cold aura could send chills down your spine just by having someone stand next to you.

No sane person would willingly work in Azkaban.

I'll come to visit occasionally.

For example, right now.

“This is Azkaban.” Witt looked around curiously.

He then took out Tom's notebook and wrote in calligraphy: "Tom, come out, I have something good to show you."

Before Tom could even respond, Witt eagerly waved to a lone Dementor.

"Come here, yes, you, come here."

"Master, what is it?" Tom replied reluctantly to Victor.

Then he felt a bone-chilling cold.