Chapter 1285: fall into the trap

In the middle of the night, on the rough sea, a ship was breaking through the waves.

The old oil lamp on the bow swayed gently with the waves, still reflecting the front and continuing to guide the ship.

Suddenly, a few strange black shadows passed around the ship, and a thick layer of frost fog was silently frozen on the plywood.

A wizard in a thick cloak, holding an oil lamp in his hand, who was in charge of guarding the sentry, couldn't help shivering, cursing in a low voice. He quickly hung the oil lamp covered with frost on the side, and pushed the door open. Go into the cabin to keep warm, and not all dark wizards can tolerate dementors.

Losing the source of happiness they could suck, the dementors in charge of guarding the ship began to slide forward, guarding the sea ahead of the ship.

"It's freezing to death outside. I hate dementors."

"Give!"

A drunken wizard next to him poured him a glass of whiskey, "Today is a good day."

"That's right, that's right."

"The lunatic is finally dead."

"It is indeed worth celebrating."

The black wizard in charge of the sentry took the whiskey, lightly touched the other dark wizards, took a big swig of the glass of whiskey, and joined in the denunciation of Scrimgeour.

So much really happened tonight.

Especially the news of Scrimgeour's death was undoubtedly a good thing for them.

After the collapse and reorganization of the Ministry of Magic, people who used to live in the gray area finally ushered in their own spring, and they finally no longer have to worry about being persecuted by the Scrimgeour government.

This means that the British wizarding world will usher in the era of Voldemort, the most beautiful era for them.

"To the Dark Lord."

If they want to have a share in this era, they need to go one step further, and it is best to be a Death Eater, one of their vested interests, just like them.

Several dark wizards secretly cast envious glances at a certain seat in the cabin, especially the youngest man, who seemed to be called Draco Malfoy.

In their opinion, how could such a softie qualify as a Death Eater?

Draco Malfoy, however, was completely oblivious to the gaze of others, still grieving the loss of his family.

"Lucius is gone, now you need to get back together."

Alecto looked at the red-eyed and sad Draco, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "After this matter is settled, you can go back to Hogwarts."

"Alecto is right, I also think you should go back to Hogwarts and continue your studies!"

Although Gagson said this, he was very disdainful of it in his heart. He really looked down on Lucius, let alone the current Draco Malfoy. This guy is simply the scum of the Death Eaters.

"Next, I'm afraid I will go to Hogwarts." Alecto continued.

"I thought it would be Snape." Gagson looked at Alecto in surprise, "Or the Dark Lord asked you to..."

Alecto gave Gagson a hard look, telling him to shut up obediently.

"I'm going to work there too, so I might be able to help you. As for your wedding, if the Parkinson family has no objections, then I'll help you handle it. Although Lucius may also ask Snape, but It may be better for me to handle this matter, Snape may not know the trivia of some wizarding families."  …

The relationship between the Carlo family and the Malfoy family is actually not as close as imagined, but when Lucius was asked to go to the Burrow to capture Harry Potter, he asked Alecto for help, and she finally agreed. After all, Alecto can also gain a lot of benefits from it, although these benefits may not fall into her hands in the end.

Draco Malfoy still didn't say a word. Lucius' death had dealt him such a heavy blow that Malfoy was almost driven crazy.

In just a few months, he lost his parents inexplicably, his originally happy life became fragmented, and he didn't care about Pansy Parkinson at all.

Looking at the depressed Malfoy, Gagson cursed a waste in his heart again, and looked sideways at Alecto.

"What are you teaching at Hogwarts?"

"dark magic."

"But I hear that class is cursed."

"It's black magic, not Defense Against the Dark Arts." Alecto corrected, "If you're so free, go check and see if those guys are safe."

"Are you sure someone will come to save them?"

Gagson didn't answer, poured himself a glass of whiskey, looked sideways at the window covered in white mist, and muttered to himself.

"If we summon the Dark Lord, but we don't see the enemy's shadow, you should know what will happen to us!"

Gagson hopes that people can be sent to Azkaban smoothly.

It's not Gargson's fault.

If only members of the Order of the Phoenix came to save people, or Harry Potter, there would be no problem, but what if that freak Albert Anderson came along?

They will all suffer bad luck and even lose their lives because of this.

"After all, someone needs to try, whether it is to take the opportunity to get rid of Harry Potter, or eliminate some members of the Order of the Phoenix, it is a good thing for us." Alecto reached out and brushed the Dark Mark on his arm , with a look of loyalty to the Dark Lord.

"Or... you're scared, you don't want to trust the Dark Lord..."

"Of course I believe in the Dark Lord," Gargson interrupted impatiently, "I just..."

"Just what?"

"I just don't want to be a bait."

Gargson didn't imagine that Lucius' death would be so tragic.

After all, there are already many ready-made cases in front of them, and the group of them is undoubtedly acting as bait.

"I'm here too," Alecto said.

"You're right." Gagson couldn't refute. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, took a big swig, walked to the window, wiped off the moisture with his hand, and looked at the cabin through the glass window. outside.

Suddenly, a blinding white light suddenly lit up in the darkness.

"what happened?"

Gargson covered his eyes with his hands, and quickly drew his wand from his pocket.

"Enemy attack!"

The cabin was thrown into chaos in an instant.

Outside the cabin, the dark night was illuminated by the Patronus, and the dementors that had surrounded the ship had been driven away by the Patronus' spell.

"Are you going to attack by force?"

Sirius is eager to try, ready to take the lead in breaking into the cabin to rescue the people inside.

"No, I have a better way."

Albert held the broomstick in one hand, pointed his wand at the galloping ship in the other, and controlled the ship to fly in the air. Afterwards, he flipped several times in the air like a washing machine. He believed that the guests in the cabin would not have such a wonderful experience. .

"this…"

All three of them were taken aback by Albert's operation, and quickly guessed his intentions.

"Act according to the plan, put everyone down first, and then... let Dobby take you away." Albert suddenly turned his head to a certain direction, "Remember, don't delay."

"What's wrong?"

"A nasty guy is coming. Your time is limited. It's best not to exceed five minutes. If you can't do it, just retreat. I don't want to duel with the mysterious man here."

Saying ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Albert put the ship down again and let it sail to Azkaban shrouded in storm.

"quick."

Moody landed on the plywood first, directly used the bang to open the door and broke in.

Sirius and Kings followed closely behind.

Albert turned his gaze back to the black shadow flying this way.

Sure enough, it was Voldemort.

Did Voldemort sense something, or did he never trust his own people on the ship in the first place?

What a wicked fellow! .

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