Chapter 518 The Dark Lord of Azkaban
While Hogwarts was peaceful, Les came to Azkaban.
Sensing the approach of living people, the Dementors gathered around, and then Les drew his wand.
Silver light flashed over Azkaban, and pythons swam around, causing a disaster of pythons in Azkaban.
Under normal circumstances, even if you know the Patronus Charm and can summon a physical Patronus, it is difficult to run rampant in Azkaban. Because the power of the Patronus is limited, the phenomenon of Harry dispelling hundreds of Dementors with a spell is definitely an exception.
But Les is an exception among exceptions.
So he killed his way through Azkaban.
The Ministry of Magic's attitude towards this wizard prison is completely laissez-faire, so there are no wizards stationed on Azkaban Island - if there are, it will not change the balance of the war.
After being repeatedly beaten by Les's Patronus, the Dementors couldn't stand it.
They sent a representative to ask Les why he wanted to destroy the ancient cooperation contract between Dementors and wizards.
Facing the Dementors' questioning, Les was very curious: Contract, what contract? Can you show it to me?
As a result, the Dementors actually found a roll of parchment that looked like it had gone through many vicissitudes of life, on which was written a passage in three languages: Old English, French and Latin.
The general meaning was that the Dementors and wizards should maintain peace and not start a full-scale war between the two races. The Dementors stayed in Azkaban and were not allowed to go out at will, and the wizards were obliged to provide them with criminals as food.
There were also some additional clauses, which basically discussed the responsibilities and obligations of both parties, as well as the price that wizards had to pay for hiring Dementors.
In the case of using Dementors as bodyguards like Fudge, additional "money" was required.
After reading the contract, Les fell silent.
In the end, he chose to accept and abide by this ancient contract, which was his usual style of doing things.
"So..." The Dementors really wanted Les to go back and forth from where he came from.
But Les was not happy to do so, he still wanted to use Azkaban as his base!
So he thought for a moment, took out a roll of parchment from his arms, and signed a contract between them and the Dementors.
Then the top floor of Azkaban Prison became a forbidden place for Dementors. They were forbidden to come here to disturb Les's peace without permission. Les was not afraid of Dementors, but their own "domain" effect was still quite annoying, always able to evoke some negative emotions in his heart.
Moreover, the island on the sea was already humid. If the Dementors came over and brought the cold feeling into the room, then it would be really uninhabitable here.
Looking at the small island with a small area, Les couldn't help but feel a little regretful: he was not very good at earth magic, otherwise he would definitely have to reclaim land and expand the area of the island.
Now this island is still a bit cramped to live in.
After easily dealing with the Dementors, Les began to visit the prisoners on the island.
He didn't pay much attention to those wizard criminals who had committed minor crimes and were only sentenced to a few months or even years. He just brought out the most vicious prisoners who were sentenced to life imprisonment and let them gather together.
As the Dementors retreated, the prisoners' eyes gradually became lively.
The experience after the Dementors left was as luxurious to them as a drowning person floating to the surface and breathing fresh air.
Everyone was taking the opportunity to desperately enjoy this rare time of comfort.
Rice was not in a hurry, so he slowly spent time with them.
About half an hour later, seeing that most people had at least recovered their ability to communicate, Rice spoke.
"I'll give you a chance, surrender to me, and regain your freedom. Or, embrace death."
Many prisoners had fluctuating expressions on their faces.
Rice knew that most of these people were Voldemort's die-hard Death Eaters, so he threw out another bombshell.
"Voldemort is dead, I am now the new Dark Lord, and I am here to receive the legacy left by my predecessor." As he said that, he threw Voldemort's body in front of the prisoners.
Fortunately, Voldemort's appearance after resurrection was almost the same as before he was defeated by Harry, otherwise the Death Eaters might not recognize their master with this half-human and half-ghost appearance.
The appearance of Voldemort's corpse made the Death Eaters agitated.
No one could have imagined that they would reunite with the great Lord Voldemort in this way.
No one could have expected that Lord Voldemort was already dead. After all, the Dark Mark on their arms had just been rekindled not long ago, and the prisoners in Azkaban were happy about it for a while.
Several Death Eaters could not accept this situation at all, and fell on Voldemort's body, crying hysterically.
Rice raised his hand, and several rays of light flashed, and they all fell to the ground and stopped moving.
After killing these loyal followers of Voldemort, Rice looked at the remaining prisoners and asked with a slightly happy tone: "Is there anyone who wants to follow Voldemort?"
Several people in the crowd walked out silently and came to Rice to die one by one.
Rice frowned: I didn't expect Voldemort to have so many loyal followers.
The death of these people made a large space in front of Rice.
Looking at the few prisoners in front of him, Rice was a little bored.
He checked the arms of these people and found that only two were Death Eaters.
After a little thought, Rice was relieved.
It's not that Voldemort's Death Eaters are extremely loyal, but only extremely loyal Death Eaters will appear here.
He raised his wand, pointed at the two Death Eaters twice, and cut off their left arms with the Dark Mark.
The severe pain almost made the two faint, but Rice stopped their wounds in the next second and installed two magical arms for them.
"Since you have already surrendered to me, don't leave any traces of the previous one." Rice said lightly, explaining his behavior.
Then, he used magic potion to carve his mark on these people.
"From today on, you will be my servants." After doing these operations, Rice nodded with satisfaction.
Compared with the prisoners in Azkaban, Rice actually wanted to use Helga's puppets, but now it seems that there is no condition to achieve this...
I wonder if Helga can still be a puppet now? If possible, he hopes that Helga can give him dozens of automatic puppets for him to use.
"Sir, what should we call you?" After a long time, someone finally broke the silence and asked a question.
"Just call me Your Majesty." Rice had thought of his own name and the name of the organization on the way here.
When the man asked the name of the organization, Rice told him proudly that his organization was called [Snake]
"Every official member of the organization must take a code name, named after a snake. I don't care what your previous name was, you must call each other by snake names in the organization."
He had long been unhappy with the self-proclaimed names of Voldemort's followers.
Death Eaters? It sounds like a member of the Gourmet Association. Or the followers of the previous generation of the Dark Lord Grindelwald would give themselves names, and they called themselves saints, which sounded so impressive!
Of course, Rice's own snake organization is not much better, it sounds like a reptile zoo.
Every member of the snake organization must have a code name, and Rice himself is no exception. His code name is Snake King.
Speaking of the Snake King, Rice remembered that he seemed to have left a snake king in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, and he would take it out when he returned to Hogwarts one day.
The new generation of the Dark Lord and his organization were established in this way. The process was a bit sloppy, but no one could ignore its power.
After that, Les chose to continue to receive Voldemort's legacy.
He picked up a broken arm from the ground, and then poked the Dark Mark on the broken arm with his wand.
About ten seconds later, figures wearing robes and hoods appeared on the island of Azkaban one after another.
They stood on the edge of the island, looking at the Azkaban wizard prison not far away in silence, and the uneasy atmosphere spread among the crowd.
To be honest, if they hadn't witnessed the resurrection of their master in Little Hangleton Village a few months ago, they would not want to appear here.
It's a pity that if they didn't come this time, they would be beaten to death, so they still came.
The Dementors smelled the fresh air, and they swarmed in, making the Death Eaters who rushed here feel like they were facing a great enemy.
Some Death Eaters looked at the overwhelming army of Dementors, their teeth and legs couldn't help trembling, and they almost wanted to use Apparition to leave directly.
Fortunately, the Dementors stopped more than ten meters away from them. They split into two and made an empty passage.
Watching the movements of the Dementors, these non-diehard Death Eaters had a bold guess in their hearts.
Rice appeared at the end of the empty passage.
He walked slowly and slowly walked in front of the Death Eaters.
Behind him, the Dementors on both sides merged together, gradually closing the empty passage. When Rice walked in front of the Death Eaters, the Dementors behind him had already merged into one, flying all over the sky behind him, but they did not dare to cross the line and come to him.
The Death Eaters felt that their breathing became difficult. The young man in front of them looked young, but he exuded an extremely dangerous aura, which made their hair stand on end.
Their intuition told them that the person in front of them was extremely dangerous and more terrifying than the Dark Lord.
"Before I talk to you about business, I need to show you a few things." Rice snapped his fingers, and several groups of things floated out of Azkaban Prison.
Then several Dementors grabbed those things and placed them neatly in the open space between the Death Eaters and Les.
The Death Eaters looked down and turned pale with fear: Voldemort's body was placed in the center of the ground. Judging from the color of his skin, he had been dead for some time.
There were several more bodies next to Voldemort's body. Judging from their clothes, they should be prisoners in Azkaban prison.
Everyone felt something in their hearts. After carefully identifying the faces of other bodies, they quickly recognized these old people.
"Bellatrix..."
"Mulciber?!"
"Rodolphus Lestrange!!!"
A few whispers sounded in the crowd, and then they quickly fell silent. Everyone was waiting for Les to speak.
"Well, you can see that Voldemort is dead." Les smiled, "I have asked the prisoners here, and some of them are unwilling to submit to me, so I sent them to meet Voldemort."
The Death Eaters couldn't help but shudder, and then they heard Les throw a question to them.
"Are you willing to submit to me?"
Lucius, who was in the group of Death Eaters, was prepared. He strode out of the crowd and knelt on one knee to the evil spirit with the face of his nephew to show his loyalty.
With Lucius taking the lead, others also rushed to kneel down, expressing their willingness to submit to the new generation of the Dark Lord.
"Very good, very good! A man of insight is a hero!" Seeing that there was finally no large-scale sacrifice for Voldemort, Rice couldn't help but feel happy.
"Wait a moment..." Rice pulled out his wand and walked in front of Lucius. He first motioned him to roll up his sleeves, and then Rice sprinkled some potion on his arm.
In the confused eyes of the crowd, Rice pulled out his wand and pressed it against Lucius's Dark Mark. After a few seconds, a black mist rose from his shoulder.
When the black mist dissipated, the original Dark Mark of a skeleton spitting snakes had disappeared, replaced by a coiled snake. This mark is very similar to the emblem of the Slytherin College of Hogwarts.
The reason why he didn't cut off Lucius' arm and connect a new one to him like he did with the prisoners in Azkaban was because Lucius had a special status in his side, and Rice was unwilling to use this almost punitive method on him.
The other Death Eaters were also arranged for "surgery" by Rice because of Lucius. However, Rice was much less patient with them. He was too lazy to apply painkillers to them, and directly used magic to remove the Dark Mark on their arms. They screamed in pain.
After the Dark Mark on the arm of the last Death Eater was replaced with a snake mark, Rice announced that all of them had joined his Snake Organization.
After announcing a bunch of rules for the Snake Organization, Rice asked them to remember to give themselves code names and announced that everyone could disband.
The members of the Snake Organization looked at each other, feeling that there seemed to be something very important that had not been done, but they didn't dare to ask Rice directly.
After all, this was the first order of His Majesty. If he didn't execute it immediately and asked questions, wouldn't it be a bit too much?
Finally, Lucius stood up and asked the question that everyone was most concerned about: What is the purpose of the Snake Organization?
"To explore the ultimate of magic and make the magic world great again." Les said a half-truth.
His fundamental purpose is to disrupt the fate of this world.
The members nodded thoughtfully.
"Then what do we need to do?" Lucius asked.
"For the time being, your home will be the center of activities. You must come here every seven days." Les did not assign special tasks to the members, he just asked everyone to stay put.
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