Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"Take a sip of it," Witt said excitedly. "Yes, use your Dementor Kiss to suck the soul out of it."

The Dementor glanced at Witt with a puzzled look, but after noticing the Ministry of Magic mark on his hand, it chose to obey Witt's command and lowered its head to kiss the notebook.

"Owner."

As soon as Voldemort used his senses to probe the notebook, he saw a gaping maw filled with fangs.

Then a strong suction force began to be generated.

Voldemort ヽ(#`Д')ノ, what the hell is this thing?

It looks like a Dementor.

No, this really is a Dementor.

His own adopted son sent Dementors to absorb his father's Horcruxes.

A loving father and a filial son.

Shut the hell up.

Voldemort struggled to maintain his balance within the notebook, trying to control his body so that the Dementors wouldn't suck him away.

If it gets sucked out, then everything will be over.

Outside, the Dementors also noticed that there seemed to be something inside the notebook—a torn-up snack.

Tempted by the snacks, it sucked even harder.

One minute, two minutes, seven minutes...

Witt saw that no matter how hard the Dementor tried, the notebook wouldn't budge, so he waved his hand and chased away the useless Dementor.

The Horcrux's protection is really strong; there's no hope of the Dementors sucking out souls unharmed.

It was rock hard; the Dementors couldn't pull it in at all.

“Fine, take me to the top floor where the Death Eaters are imprisoned,” Witt ordered Umbridge.

The location of prisoners in Azkaban was also carefully considered. Criminals sentenced to life imprisonment, such as Death Eaters, were usually kept on the top floor, where the most Dementors were located, and street urchins would wander around there every day.

Some short-term imprisonment, lasting a few months or years, is in the lower classes, where Dementors only come at fixed times, and the punishment is relatively lighter.

As Victor walked from the first floor to the top floor, he could clearly sense that the criminals' appearances and mental states were deteriorating, and the number of wandering Dementors was also increasing.

Sirius Black was imprisoned in the first cell on the top floor.

At this moment, he was no better than a skeleton.

Witt glanced at it briefly and then ignored it.

He's not Harry; what business is it of his whether Sirius lives or dies?

"Rodolphus Lestrange, come out."

Witt had Umbridge open the door and let Rodolphs out.

"Come on, my master wants you to do something."

Witt spoke very politely, but Rodolphus wouldn't listen at all, and as soon as he stepped out the door, he tried to snatch the wand from Umbridge's hand.

"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping." Witt instantly knocked Rodolphus down.

“People these days are really something,” Witt said, shaking his head as he increased the power of the Crucifixion. “They can’t understand human language at all.”

"Let him go!" Bella, Rabastan, and many of the imprisoned Death Eaters all started to protest. After all, Rodolphus was their comrade, and they couldn't let an outsider bully him.

"Shut up."

Witt used magic to seal everyone's mouths, then increased the power of the Crucifixion Curse, and slowly asked, "Can you understand human language?"

"If you don't understand, I can give you some extra help."

Unfortunately, Witt's question was destined to remain unanswered. Years of imprisonment had already weakened Rodolphus's body, and the Cruciatus Curse had further tormented him, pushing his soul to the brink of collapse.

It's no longer possible to answer Witte's question.

"Useless." Witt clicked his tongue in annoyance and beckoned to a Dementor next to him, "Come here. It's a bit broken, but it's still a piece of meat. Don't waste it. Suck it."

In front of all the Death Eaters, the Dementor eagerly sucked Rodolphus's soul into its mouth and swallowed it.

I wonder if the souls swallowed by the Dementors can still be summoned.

Witt plans to try it when he gets back.

“Rabastan Lestrange.” Witt slowly walked to another cell and asked in a low voice, “Can you understand human speech?”

Rabastan nodded rapidly; if they weren't afraid of death, they would have committed suicide long ago.

Moreover, not only is death unacceptable, but having one's soul devoured by Dementors is an outcome no one, including Death Eaters, can accept.

"Then let's go for a walk."

Witt ordered Umbridge to open the cage and let her go inside.

No one who reads Harry Potter doesn't hate Umbridge. Voldemort has fans, but Umbridge doesn't.

Although she did those things later, that doesn't matter. You can do those things later, but our punishment must begin sooner.

"You guys," Witt shouted at the Dementors, "take a few more bites of her when you have time, and keep a close eye on her."

As for Umbridge's wand, Witt didn't take it either.

What they wanted was for her to escape from prison. Witt wanted to see if her Patronus Charm could stop so many Dementors.

This is Azkaban, the lair of the Dementors.

If you try to escape from prison, you might get kissed by a Dementor.

They took Rabastan aboard a Ministry of Magic ship and left. After traveling some distance, Witt used a spell to set the ship ablaze. Once he confirmed it was on fire, he pulled the Rabastan phantom away.

"Let's go to Gringotts. I need to retrieve something from your family's vault."

"treasury?"

Labastan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "You want that golden cup?!"

"That's the master..."

Rabastan couldn't continue speaking because Witt pointed his wand at him and began chanting Avada Kedavra.

"Isn't this just fear of death?"

Witt sneered, "Voldemort has been dead for so many years. Are you sure he can really make a comeback? Even if he can, Dumbledore is still alive."

"Ask yourself honestly, are you really that loyal to Voldemort?"

Compared to Lucius, the Death Eaters in Rabastan certainly had loyalty to Voldemort; at least they tried to find him, but they just didn't succeed.

But that was ten years ago, not long after Voldemort died.

Voldemort has been dead for ten years now, ten years!

No one can say for sure how much loyalty they still have in their hearts.

If Voldemort were to rescue them, then naturally it would be a win-win situation for both of us, Master. I've been waiting in Azkaban for you for over ten years, ready to go through fire and water for you, Master.

But now it was Victor who saved him, and Voldemort was nowhere to be seen.

In a situation where not taking Witte would mean certain death, loyalty becomes highly unstable.

Obviously, dying now is far more terrifying than being killed by Voldemort later.

“I’ll take you there, but I need to go home to get the vault key.”

“Here it is.” Witt tossed him the vault key and whispered, “Serpent Demon, come out, hide inside his clothes, and watch him go to Gringotts vault and take everything inside.”

"Then let Albus bring you out."

The phoenix's great magic can move people without being affected by the Anti-Illusion Teleportation Charm.

Before his bloodline awakened, Albus didn't have this power. After Witt sent Rabastan in, he still had to figure out how to get out. But now he only needs to think about how to get in, and doesn't have to worry about getting out at all.

Dumbledore really did Witt a huge favor.

Serpent Demon? Albus!

Labastan was stunned for a moment when he heard Witt's words.

This unknown wizard is so arrogant! Naming his pet like that, isn't he afraid of being ganged up on by Voldemort and Dumbledore?

Rabastan's worries were destined to remain unanswered. The Serpent Demon burrowed into Rabastan's clothes, while Albus hid in the seamless stretching box that Rozier had prepared in advance.

This is just an ordinary seamless stretching box; it cannot be enlarged or reduced, much less apply a seamless stretching spell like in the real world.

However, the box was large enough to take away all the wealth accumulated by the Lestrange family over generations.

Chapter 87 Azkaban, are you going to lock me in my house?

"When is Dumbledore coming?" Scrimgeour blocked Extis's attack, his hand gripping his wand trembling uncontrollably.

The other dark wizards were alright, their strength was average, but the two leaders, especially the one who was gloomy and occasionally let out a strange laugh, were on a completely different level from the others.

Scrimgeour even had the feeling of encountering the Dark Lord.

Although the opponent's magical power was not as great as Voldemort's, his ferocity was no less than Voldemort's.

At least Voldemort valued his life, while the other side was just a reckless daredevil.

It took three Aurors to barely hold him off.

Moreover, they were being suppressed and beaten.

"Again!" Extis laughed wildly, ignoring the attacks from behind, and swung his wand, unleashing a powerful black curse that struck Scrimgeour, sending him flying backward with severe injuries.

“Mr. Scrinker”.

The Aurors, who had been gradually gaining the upper hand, began to decline after Scrimgeour's defeat.

Extis was also seriously injured; half of his body had been blown away, but he was still laughing wildly.

"That was awesome! So awesome!"

After casually repairing his body with dark magic, Extis turned his head and fixed a fierce gaze on Kingsley.

"It seems the Wizarding Council hasn't completely fallen from grace; your strength is quite impressive."