Chapter 128 - 128 Voldemort: The undercover agent is actually myself?
Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Voldemort: The undercover agent is actually myself?
Lucius was shocked, thinking that his contact with Dracula had been exposed.
"Master, there must be a traitor among us!" He said tremblingly, "I will definitely help you find the traitor, believe me... Master..."
"But why can't the traitor be you?" Voldemort put his face close to Lucius, and his breath almost blew the hairs on Lucius' face, "I heard... you had several encounters with Dracula a while ago, am I right?"
Lucius' hair stood on end, and he shook his head with all his strength.
"I really didn't betray you, Master!" He shouted tremblingly, "I don't know how Dracula got the authority to appoint and dismiss the board of directors. In order to maintain my status as a board of directors, I had to flatter him, Master!"
"Master... Yaxley's father has lost his position on the board of directors because he offended Dracula. We can't have no board of directors among our Death Eaters... This is for our common cause!"
Voldemort stared at Lucius with his scarlet eyes, and finally sneered after a long time.
"I know you, Lucius. You always like to be a fence-sitter and you really don't have the courage to betray." He said, "So... our traitor is someone else?"
"Yes... it must be like this..." Lucius was racking his brains frantically under the pressure of life and death, "I know, Master, the only people who have the opportunity to spread our message are those in Hogwarts! The undercover among us must be..."
"Enough." Voldemort suddenly interrupted him, "There are other guests here, do you want to tell the Ministry of Magic about our information?"
Then, he lowered his voice in Lucius' ear and said, "And according to what you mean... the undercover is actually my own clone?"
Lucius immediately closed his mouth, sweating profusely.
"Well, now that the matter has been exposed, we definitely don't have much time." Voldemort said softly, "How long has it been since you fought with the Ministry of Magic, my dear Death Eaters?"
"I have been waiting for this day for a long time, Master!" Nott immediately stood up and expressed his loyalty earnestly, "My wand has been thirsty for a long time!"
"Very good, Nott." Voldemort raised the corners of his twisted mouth and said in a cold tone, "Then you will lead our Death Eaters to stop those damn Aurors of the Ministry of Magic."
The battle is about to start!
A sword-like spell cut through the night like lightning, followed by a terrible sound of spell shooting. It was like a heavy rain like a waterfall falling horizontally, but it was more spectacular than a waterfall rushing down, and more gorgeous than a dense rain of bullets.
On the rare bright island of Azkaban, Voldemort walked towards the Ministry of Magic members opposite him step by step, facing the rain of spells, neither fast nor slow.
However, no Auror dared to stand in front of Voldemort, and no spell was cast in the direction of Voldemort.
The Aurors were all shaking their hands, pretending not to see the bald figure who was extremely conspicuous in the light of the spells, and they all went to other Death Eaters, and no matter how Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, shouted, it was useless.
Scrimgeour cursed inwardly and stood in front of Voldemort himself.
"Rufus Scrimgeour... I'm curious, if you and Amelia Bones, the two heads of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, died on this isolated island, how would the Ministry of Magic react." Voldemort smiled coldly.
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"Unfortunately, I don't have time to waste with you now, so I'll let you live a few more days."
"Do you really think you can win?" Scrimgeour raised his wand, his face extremely solemn, "I won't let you pass!"
"Tsk--" Voldemort looked at Scrimgeour's actions and laughed disdainfully, "Is it because I've been away for too long that you've forgotten me... How come anyone dares to stand in front of me now?"
He played with his wand boringly, not taking Scrimgeour seriously at all.
Scrimgeour shook his wand angrily, and a dazzling red light immediately shot out from the tip of his wand in the direction of Voldemort.
However, facing such a spell, Voldemort didn't even look up, but just shook his wand casually, and the red light flew to the side.
The flying red light hit an Auror standing near Scrimgeour, knocking him unconscious immediately.
The battle was reduced in an instant!
Faced with the strong pressure from Voldemort, Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, also came over and stood side by side with Scrimgeour.
"Hold him, we have to hold him back." Bones turned his head and whispered to Scrimgeour, "Dumbledore has known about this for a long time, he should be here soon."
Scrimgeour nodded gently.
Then, both of them looked at Voldemort with solemn faces and raised their wands at the same time-
Two spells were shot at Voldemort one after another, faintly blocking the space where he could dodge.
"Do you think that one more person will be useful?" Voldemort sneered, without any thought of dodging, and continued to move forward without dodging.
Before the spell was about to hit Voldemort, he casually drew a line in front of him with his wand. His wand was like a magnet with strong magnetism, firmly sucking the two spells on the wand.
Then, Voldemort shook his wand, and the two spells were returned to Bones and Scrimgeour, and they were accompanied by Voldemort's own magic power, becoming more powerful.
While Scrimgeour and Bones were busy dealing with the spells he cast, Voldemort raised his left hand that was not holding the wand.
He waved his left hand, and two large stones on the island flew over quickly, causing a gust of wind.
The next moment, the two stones hit Bones and Scrimgeour hard!
The two men were shocked and fell to the ground in pain, spitting blood from their mouths, and suddenly lost the strength to fight again.
"You are so weak, Director Bones and Director Scrimgeour." Voldemort curled his lips in a mocking manner and walked straight through the circle surrounded by a group of Aurors.
The Aurors were filled with fear and trembling all over. They did not dare to stop the Dark Lord whose name could frighten them. They consciously made way for a wide passage.
"Stop him... Aurors..." Scrimgeour's weak voice sounded on the ground.
Several elite captains among the Aurors moved their feet, but did not stop Voldemort's steps at the same time. Instead, they stood in front of their director, fearing that Voldemort would be furious because of Scrimgeour's actions and suddenly kill him.
Voldemort glanced at them, passed through the layers of defense of the Aurors with satisfaction, and continued to move forward.
He deliberately did not use a killing move on Scrimgeour, just to prevent the loyal subordinates of the Auror Office Director from fighting desperately.
Although he was not afraid of this, if he was delayed by a few flies for a few more seconds, Dracula and Dumbledore would have a greater chance of arriving.
Now it was just right, those loyal Aurors stood in front of Scrimgeour, vaguely reaching a tacit understanding with Voldemort.
Voldemort did not kill their director, and they no longer blocked Voldemort's way.
In this way, Voldemort walked all the way to the fortress of Azkaban without any hindrance, and the huge prison wall almost filled his entire sight.
However, just when he was about to destroy the solid wall of the prison, he encountered another obstacle.
...
Moody and Tonks were just blocking the Dementor's hut and knocked out Yaxley, the undercover agent left by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic.
As soon as they walked out of the hut, they met a man with scarlet eyes and a distorted face.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Tonks raised her wand vigilantly and shouted to Voldemort.
Then, she was surprised to find that her arm was grabbed by Instructor Moody beside her.
"Leave here immediately, Tonks!" Moody gritted his teeth and pulled Tonks behind him, "Run as far as you can, don't look back. This is an order!"
Tonks turned her head in astonishment and looked at the legendary Auror who had always been fearless. She saw that he had a serious and solemn face, and his hand holding the wand was clenched so tightly that even his knuckles turned white.
"Instructor Moody, he is..." Tonks opened her mouth wide, and a strong sense of absurdity surged in her heart.
"Yes, he is Voldemort!" Moody stared at the terrifying figure in front of him, and at the same time stretched out his hand to push Tonks away, trying to buy a chance for the young trainee Auror to escape.
Moody is different from most Aurors. He is old enough. He was a classmate of Voldemort, who was still called Tom Riddle when he was in school at Hogwarts.
Because of this, Moody is not afraid of Voldemort just because of a name like other wizards. Compared with others, he has a clearer understanding of the horror of Voldemort.
So Moody knew that he was no match for Voldemort, and he didn't want Tonks, who had just graduated, to die here.
"Alastor, it's been a long time since we last met." Voldemort showed a nostalgic expression, and chuckled as he looked at Moody's scarred face, "Do you also want to stop me from destroying this prison?"
"You ask even though you know the answer!" Moody said irritably, "If you want to fight, just fight, why are you talking so much nonsense!"
"Very good--" Voldemort's face sank, "You are indeed stronger than the two before, and you seem to be a qualified opponent."
The next second, without any signs, the two raised their wands at the same time-
Countless spells shot out from the two wands at a rapid speed, like a long whip whipping the wind between the two people, like countless beams cutting the fog around Azkaban!
In the continuous sound of breaking wind, combined with the eerie gurgling sound of the surrounding Dementors when they inhaled, it seemed as if there were bursts of ghostly cries on this isolated island.
Finally, all the colorful spells disappeared.
Two people, one red and one green, entangled with each other, like two glowing snakes wrestling in the air.
Moody's face was ferocious, and he used up all his strength, almost injecting all his magic power into the wand in his hand, just to gain a little advantage in the confrontation of spells.
Opposite Moody, Voldemort looked at ease and relaxed.
"Alastor, after so many years, I actually want to fight you again, and then kill you, the legendary Auror, myself..." Voldemort chuckled, but said cruel words, "But I really don't have time to play with you today."
He raised his left hand again, and divided some of the magic power to the slender fingers of his left hand like spider legs.
Then, Voldemort pointed his left hand forward, and a powerful repelling spell hit Moody!
Moody flew backwards and hit the marble wall of Azkaban Fortress heavily, even creating a thin crack on the solid wall.
"Cough cough..."
Moody coughed and struggled to get up, but found that one of his wooden legs had been broken in the collision just now, and he could only stand on one foot by holding the wall.
Although his ten fingers were trembling, the wand in his hand never fell out of his hand.
"Do you still want to struggle, Alastor?" Voldemort showed a devilish smile——
"Expelliarmus!"
Moody's wand was finally thrown into the sky, like a discarded branch, and fell on the muddy ground of the island.
And this legendary Auror, who lost his wand and was seriously injured, was just an old man with weak body...
"Even you, the legendary Auror, have fallen. No one will come to stop me now, right?" Voldemort laughed, "If you ask me, apart from you, there is really no one in your Ministry of Magic who can fight..."
"Who said that!"
Just then, a crisp voice sounded behind Voldemort.
Voldemort turned around and saw a young witch with violet hair nervously holding her wand with both hands. In the extremely nervous situation, her hand holding the wand did not tremble at all.
"Tonks, what are you doing here?!" Moody was shocked and shouted anxiously, "Didn't I tell you to leave here? You dare to disobey the instructor's order. Don't you want to be a formal Auror?!"
"I... I am the first in the practical test among the trainee Aurors. Don't... don't underestimate me!" Tonks looked at Moody with a very firm look and said with some stammering, "I want to prove to the You-Know-Who that the Ministry of Magic is not a place where no one can fight!"
The next second, she suddenly cast a very good Stunning Spell.
However, the gap between her and the Dark Lord was too big. This spell that worked very well for her was picked aside by Voldemort.
"Hehehe..." Voldemort laughed sinisterly, "Tonks, huh? What an interesting little girl."
He suddenly turned to look at Moody, "Alastor, guess... If I kill you, an interesting student, will you, a cold-blooded Auror, feel sad?"
"You dare?!" Moody shouted loudly, but anyone could see that he was timid.
"What am I afraid of?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand——
"Avada Kedavra!"