Chapter 495: Go and inform the Minister of Magic

After hearing Voldemort's order, Rodolphus, the Carrow brothers and sisters and other Death Eaters immediately took action, began shouting loudly, and quickly organized the prisoners who had just been released to gather.

Bella was too lazy to pay attention to these chores. She just followed Voldemort fanatically, with a pilgrim-like adoration in her eyes.

Karkaroff was not to be outdone, and followed closely beside Voldemort, saying in a flattering tone: "Master, please let me lead the way. I am more familiar with the roads here."

Compared with many Death Eaters present, his status was not high, but he had an advantage that other Death Eaters lacked, that is, he was very familiar with how to get from Azkaban to the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, he had to seize every opportunity to perform in front of Voldemort and change the other party's impression of him.

The Death Eaters were very efficient and soon gathered all the prisoners in the room leading to the Ministry of Magic.

It is called a room, but in fact it is an extremely spacious hall, large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. In order to ensure that the prisoners can go to work on time every day and do not waste time traveling, the Ministry of Magic has put a lot of effort into this small auditorium.

Karkaroff stood guard at the door, carefully counting the number of people like a diligent doorman. After confirming that everyone was present, he took a deep breath and slammed the door of the auditorium shut.

To be honest, he was still a little nervous. He didn't know what was going on outside the door - would the mysterious man's arrangements go wrong?

Would the Aurors be ready?

Even...could Dumbledore have already received the news?

However, no matter how nervous he was, his fear of Voldemort prevented him from hesitating. Swallowing his saliva, he raised his hand and gently opened the door.

There were two Aurors outside the door, but they had both fallen to the ground unconscious. Besides that, there was a Death Eater standing there.

"Long time no see, Igor Karkaroff." Yaxley smiled slightly, looking very proud, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic."

He walked straight past Karkaroff and trotted to Voldemort, bowed deeply, and said with unconcealed excitement: "Master, I have fulfilled your instructions."

"Very good, Yaxley, you are always so capable," Voldemort nodded slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone, "Go and distribute the Christmas gifts to my friends."

Yaxley bowed deeply again, took out a large number of wands and potions from the traceless stretch bag that had been prepared long ago, and then used magic spells to deliver these things accurately to everyone's hands.

"Friends," his voice echoed in the hall, "welcome back to the free world. Here are your wands that were detained in the Ministry of Magic, and vitality tonic, which can quickly restore your magic and physical strength."

"Everyone take a short break, then go to Potion Factory No. 3 through the fireplace in the opposite room. Someone will be in charge of meeting you there."

Bella was the first to drink the potion, then waved her wand with satisfaction, feeling the long-lost power flowing into her limbs. She couldn't help but speak to Voldemort, her tone full of desire.

"Master, before I go, can I give the Ministry of Magic a special Christmas gift?"

Rodolphus, Dolohov and the others also looked at Voldemort. They couldn't wait to make a big scene and vent the anger that had accumulated over the past decade.

"Yaxley, you are responsible for arranging for these prisoners to leave," Voldemort smiled, turned his head to look at the Death Eaters in front of him who were in high spirits, and said softly, "Go, announce your return to the wizarding world."

"Yes, Master!" Bella walked into the Ministry of Magic without hesitation and raised her wand frantically, "Thunder Explosion! Hahahahaha!"

boom--

The continuous explosions completely woke up the entire Ministry of Magic and attracted some clerks who were responsible for staying behind.

"What's going on? Where are the people on duty on this floor?" The Auror team on duty quickly rushed over. The team leader looked at the smoke in the corridor, frowned and asked loudly.

"It's an attack, Captain!" A young Auror waved his wand to disperse the smoke and dust, and said solemnly while looking at the corridor in front of him, "It seems that a prisoner has escaped from Azkaban. Listen, there is a crazy laugh."

The prisoners escaped?

How can it be!

The team leader was confused. Aren't there Aurors on duty? If the Ministry of Magic didn't cooperate, the people from Azkaban wouldn't be able to come over.

Oh, and there are Dementors, what do they eat?!

"Let's go in and take a look. Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the team leader's movements suddenly froze, his gaze fixed on the other end of the corridor, his eyes widening to the point of almost jumping out of their sockets.

There, a tall figure was slowly approaching, wearing a pitch-black robe, with a straight posture, and every step seemed to carry a suffocating sense of oppression.

The pale face gradually became clear, with a pair of scarlet eyes under the well-defined features, as if they could pierce the soul. The bridge of the nose was almost completely collapsed, and the two thin nostrils opened and closed slightly like a venomous snake.

Behind him were Bella, Rodolphus, Dolohov and others with grim smiles on their faces.

In an instant, all the wizards seemed to be strangled by the throat and could not utter a single sound.

God...mysterious man?

He stormed Azkaban and rescued all his loyal followers.

The team leader swallowed hard and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Impossible...This is impossible!

The Daily Prophet had repeatedly reported that the resurrection of the mysterious man was pure nonsense and a sensational hoax! They even used a full-page article to ridicule Dumbledore, calling him "late-stage delusional".

Even Minister Fudge had repeatedly stressed that the wizarding world was peaceful and that Harry Potter was just trying to attract attention.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

The team leader felt that the fear in his heart was about to crush him. He even began to secretly curse the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet and the incompetent Minister of Magic Fudge.

"Run! Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. Everyone run. Inform the minister that a mysterious person is coming!"

A shrill roar suddenly sounded, tearing the brief silence in the corridor. The wizards present fled frantically without any fighting spirit.

The team leader ran very fast. In addition to fear, his heart was also filled with anger. He wanted to drag Fudge over himself and let him see who this person was.

"Hahahaha——" Bella laughed wildly again and raised her wand to start harvesting, but Voldemort raised his right hand to stop him.

"Bella, don't worry." Voldemort stood there, his scarlet eyes coldly sweeping over the fleeing figures, a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you think this picture is wonderful?"

wonderful?

Bella couldn't see the beauty in it. To her, she would rather torture these people with the Cruciatus Curse. Their screams would be even more beautiful.

However, she put away her wand without any hesitation, stood respectfully behind Voldemort, and watched the panic of the Aurors with him.

After the corridor quieted down, Voldemort smiled softly.

"Let's go and say hello to the owner here."