Chapter 576 Information From Lucius
On the afternoon of Christmas Eve, Levin sat quietly by the fireplace in the tower, with strong flames jumping around him, bringing warmth and light.
In his hand, he was flipping through a magic book sent by Rowena from Durmstrang. The pages of the book turned gently under his fingertips, making a low and rhythmic rustling sound.
At this time, Rowena has begun to gradually control the entire Durmstrang, preparing to launch an unprecedented teaching reform based on Levin's arcane magic.
But now is not the time to focus on Durmstrang.
Just now, Gahoris Greengrass and Lucius Malfoy delivered urgent messages to Levin respectively.
There are many communication channels that Levin arranges for the two undercover agents. Under normal circumstances, they will choose the method with a certain delay but the highest security.
The choice of urgent communication now shows that this information is very important and timely.
And the information they brought was indeed true: Voldemort and his Death Eaters planned to launch a prison break in Azkaban on Christmas Eve to rescue the Death Eaters who were captured on World Cup night and subsequently.
Originally, in the original book, this incident happened after Christmas. It seemed that their series of actions, whether it was the attack on Death Eaters or the reform of Aurors, had put tremendous pressure on Voldemort. He can't wait to restore his team and restore its former glory.
Levin gently put down the magic book in his hand, stood up, and walked around the room, thinking.
There is no need for the Genius Club to get involved prematurely in this matter. After all, the dementors are in charge of Azkaban now, and the dementors fall under Fudge's jurisdiction.
Although in theory, 900 Azkaban is a subordinate unit of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in fact it is firmly controlled by Fudge. Once the Death Eaters successfully escape from prison, it will be Fudge who will be embarrassed, but the interests of Jaina's faction will not be harmed.
Levin's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he replied to Gahoris and Lucius respectively through the summons badge, telling them to just follow Voldemort's arrangements.
Neither he nor the Aurors would take any extraordinary action on this matter.
Then, he sat back by the fireplace again, picked up the magic book and continued to read.
The warmth of the fire and the rustling of the pages once again surrounded him, and his thoughts returned to Durmstrang's plan for teaching reform, as if he had never heard of the plan just now.
In a hidden manor in the countryside of Yin Kingdom, the atmosphere was tense and solemn.
Lucius Malfoy, covered in black magical robes, was sitting in a dark study.
His hands were clasped together, as if to hide his inner anxiety.
Under the cover of his robe, his fingers secretly pressed a summons badge.
At this moment, the badge vibrated slightly, and through the hand that touched the badge, Lucius felt a low and clear voice belonging to Levin coming from his heart.
Lucius raised his head, and he exchanged a glance with Garrijos sitting opposite without leaving any trace.
Garrijos nodded slightly towards him, indicating that he had received the same news.
After receiving Levin's message, he raised his head and glanced at Garrijos who was sitting opposite without leaving any trace.
Lucius felt relieved. It seemed that Levin had already conveyed the same reply to the other party.
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his tense nerves relax a little.
In the past few days, he and Garrijos had been lurking among the Death Eaters, and Xisu Wen provided intelligence.
Although with Levin's connivance last time, he successfully recruited giants for Voldemort and regained some trust, his life among the Death Eaters was still on thin ice.
They knew that once Voldemort's covert actions were detected by the Ministry of Magic, he would definitely track down the culprit.
At that time, their identity and that of Garrijos will be in jeopardy.
Last time MacNeil ignored his warning and insisted on staying to attack Hagrid, which ultimately led to a rout. None of the giants who stayed to cooperate with the operation were able to leave, which earned McNeil an evaluation of incompetence.
The tragic scene of their group being punished by Voldemort was still vivid in their minds, and the pain and humiliation suffered by those unlucky people still left them with lingering fears.
The consequences of losing Voldemort's trust had been played out before their eyes more than once.
To this day, McGonagall Neal is still brutally treated by some favored Death Eaters.
Every time they see this tragic scene, they feel terrified.
They were afraid that one day Levin would ask them to cooperate, causing them to end up like this.
But now Levin is not planning to take any action, which undoubtedly gives them reassurance.
They just need to pretend that this didn't happen and follow Voldemort's orders exactly.
This situation certainly had no difficulty for the two experienced undercover agents.
They looked at each other and smiled, and the big stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.
"Lucius, my old friend," Rudolfs Lestrange walked up to Lucius Malfoy and said in his voice that was somewhat vicissitudes of life, "we will enter Aziz later. When I'm in class, follow me closely and don't fall behind."
Rudolfs is Bella's husband, and Bella is Narcissa Malfoy's sister. According to the relationship, Rudolfs should be Lucius's brother-in-law.
Rudolfs has been tortured in Azkaban for many years. Even after (adbc) nearly a year of recuperation, the suffering left deep marks on his face and he still has not fully recovered.
The twinkling light in his eyes and the flexible movement of the wand in his hand vaguely reminded people of his demeanor when he was the chief chaser of Slytherin.
He suddenly stood up on his tiptoes and bumped Lucius lightly with his shoulder, making the latter's face turn pale instantly.
"You, after all these years, you are still so easily frightened." A sarcastic smile appeared on Rudolfs' lips, and he continued, "Don't worry, you will be fine as long as I am here. What's more, the master has already contacted the photographers. The spirit monsters have made a deal, they won't make things difficult for us."
Lucius nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Rudolfs's wand, which was waving rapidly.
"Rudolphs, your wand skills are getting better and better. I remember when you were at Hogwarts, your wand speed was the fastest." He complimented.
After hearing this, Rudolfs had a proud smile on his face. "Of course, after all these years, my wand has never been idle.
He raised his chin, and the wand in his hand spurted flames again, creating several beautiful patterns.
After a short rest, the assistance operation officially began.
A group of Death Eaters gathered quietly in the night. They first apparated collectively to the coast, and then mounted their broomsticks one after another. Under the leadership of Old Avery, they flew towards Azkaban like a group of ghosts.
"Everyone, be careful. The weather near Azkaban is very bad. Cheer up and don't fall behind!" Old Avery shouted loudly, his voice appearing a bit erratic in the violent storm.
He was riding a broomstick, like a vigorous seabird, soaring over the rough sea, with the group of Death Eaters behind him leading the way.
The storm is raging, thunder and lightning are blowing, and the sea wind is roaring, as if it is going to swallow the whole world.
However, this group of Death Eaters had no fear. They closely followed the footsteps of old Avery and crossed the sea of death.
At this moment, they need to pass through the storm that has surrounded Azkaban for many years before they can reach the notorious wizard prison in the wizarding world: Azkaban.
The location of this maritime prison has been closely hidden by the Ministry of Magic. For ordinary wizards, it is like an unreachable legend.
Without the Ministry of Magic's route, ordinary wizards who want to invade Azkaban can only risk crossing the storm outside Azkaban, and it is easy to get lost without guidance.
However, for the Death Eaters who had begun to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, it was not difficult to find the specific location of Azkaban.
They have their own intelligence network and methods, and can easily obtain the accurate coordinates of this prison.
Old Avery himself was one of the guards of Azkaban.
He knows this prison far better than others, which is why he can be the leader of this operation.
"Damn Storm, how long until we get to Azkaban?"
Garrijos cursed loudly, with a hint of fear in his voice.
Just now he was almost thrown into the sea by a strong wind, and the thrilling feeling left him frightened.
Lucius didn't answer, he just held on to the broomstick tightly, for fear that he would also be swallowed by the storm.
He knew that at this time, any extra words would be in vain. Only by persisting could he reach his destination.
The other Death Eaters were all flying intently, without any communication, just silently following the flight path of Old Avery.
Finally, after passing through countless winds and rains, they saw the island in the center of the storm.
They all breathed a sigh of relief, with a long-lost smile on their faces.
They knew that this prison robbery was already half successful. .
