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Chapter 295 Tom Riddle’s foreign aid
Azkaban is on an unknown island.

It is like a robot made of rock and steel, facing the turbulent waves motionless, without changing its expression for decades.

It is so cold and hard that no living thing wanders around it, whether it is a bird or a fish, it will automatically deviate when it is a hundred miles away from it.

This is of course because it is enchanted.

No one will be able to find this place except for special transport ships that travel between the wizarding world and Azkaban.

Tom Riddle stood at the entrance to Azkaban, a passage made of jagged rocks, like the esophagus of some kind of animal.

Just standing in front of the passage makes me feel like I am being shattered by it.

Tom took a deep breath and showed an intoxicated expression on his face.

“After spending a long time in a sunny attic, I found that this place is more suitable for me.”

He said to the black sharp-tailed swift beside him: "Mr. Peter, thank you for bringing me here."

The sharp-tailed swift "stood" up with its wings shaking, and its body quickly expanded to the size of an adult, eventually transforming into Peter in a black suit.

"You're welcome, Mr. Riddle."

Tom secretly envied Peter who had turned into a swift, and at the same time he was a little more in awe of Peter's master.

God knows how that person transformed Peter's soul. At least he saw with his own eyes that Peter had no less than five Animagus forms.

This simply goes against the common sense of magic!

However, the sharp-tailed swift that Peter turned into relied on its powerful sea flying ability to find Azkaban by elimination.

This is indeed hard work.

Tom nodded in greeting, then took out his wand and strode into Azkaban.

……

Jack is the caretaker of Azkaban, along with Joe and Ryan.

The three guards have all been enchanted to forget their previous lives and names. They work every day guarding the gate, cleaning Azkaban, and feeding the prisoners.

The wind chimes rang, and Jack was sitting in a simple windowed wooden house. The bottom of the wooden house was covered with moss as dark as the rocks.

The historic wooden house is almost on the verge of falling apart, as if the wind chimes swaying just a little longer will pull it down.

Jack was used to the look of the wooden house. If the wooden house really collapsed, smashing him to death would be a good thing.

He sighed and slowly raised his head from last year's newspaper.

Today is not the time to deliver supplies, and there has been no notice of releasing prisoners before, which means that there are new prisoners coming!
Jack's numb eyes flickered. He stood up and forced out his curious emotions to look in the direction of the entrance to Azkaban.

"Collapsed."

A ray of red light hit his face, and Jack didn't even see the attacker clearly.

Before he fell into coma, he cursed angrily in his heart:
Damn you bastard, the wooden boards on the floor were soaked with water. When I woke up, my body was cold!

Eh?
It seemed like it would be nice to die like this instead of living with a bunch of lunatics and rocks.

Jack lay down with a smile on his face, and with a 'pop' sound, the wooden board on the ground stirred up a circle of water stains around him.

"float!"

"Clean up!"

Tom politely "moved" Jack to the only table in the cabin and kindly cleaned up his clothes for him.

It's already very difficult for people to look at the gate here, but we can't freeze them.

Tom felt that he had done a good deed and was very happy. Even the air in Azkaban became sweeter.

Not long after, there were two more peacefully sleeping caretakers in Azkaban's storage room.

"The fireflies are fluttering."

Tom waved his wand, and a ball of turquoise flame hung in front of him, lighting up the way to Azkaban's prison.

He came first to Rodolphus Lestrange.

The inhumane treatment in Azkaban made this once graceful pure-blood noble gentleman become slovenly, thin, and haggard.

He huddled in the corner of the prison, staring outside until he saw Tom's face clearly through the green light. "My lord?" Rodolphus asked excitedly and doubtfully.

"You actually remember my old appearance, Rose." Tom used his nickname affectionately, and stretched out his wand to open the prison's iron locks and magic barrier.

"My lord!" Rodolphus kicked his short legs and threw himself at Tom's feet. He wiped his lips clean with his own hands, and then kissed Tom's leather shoes respectfully.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

"Clean up!"

Tom opened the shackles on Rodolphus's hands and feet and helped him clean some of the dirt and musty smell off his body.

"Praise you, my Lord. I smell the smell of new life!" Ross knelt down, lowered his head, and stretched out his right hand, "Here comes the magic wand!"

A wand that had not been well maintained returned to his hand. He held the tail of the wand in his front hand and pointed it diagonally at the ground, like a knight preparing to go into battle.

"Rodolphus Lestrange awaits your orders!"

Tom showed a satisfied smile, put the tip of his wand on Rodolphus's right shoulder, and said:
"Ross, you need to re-examine your loyalty. Starting today, I will use my own name, Tom Riddle."

"At the same time, I have also changed my ideals - starting from today, I will stand for mixed-race wizards."

Rodolphus's expression did not change at all. He just said: "My Lord was right from the beginning to the end."

"Rodolphus Lestrange will remain as loyal as ever."

"Very good!" Tom tapped Rodolphus's shoulders lightly with his wand, "Get up, my loyal knight."

"I need you to help me find some true loyalists."

"You can decide the life and death of everyone else, except Sirius Black."

"Yes, my lord." Rodolphus stood up with excitement on his face. Even though he had not eaten for two days, he still felt that his body was full of strength.

The other cells heard the conversation between Tom and Rodolphus and started shouting.

The one who was originally a Death Eater cried bitterly and said welcome words to Tom, and the one who was not a Death Eater said with a loyal face that he was a Death Eater.

However, the character of these people did not escape Rodolphus's cold eyes.

He has been here for many years, and he knows exactly who is complaining privately and who is the true loyalist.

He was proud that all the Lestranges were loyal——

His brother Rabastan, his wife Bellatrix.

Especially his wife, her beauty can even make the master think differently!
This is the glory of the family!

Perhaps Sirius Black was let go just because of his blood relationship with her.

The prison soon began to hear the screams, begging for mercy and curses of the dying people, but these sounds disappeared very quickly.

It was replaced by a long and lingering sinister laughter.

Rodolphus soon returned, followed by Rabastan and Bella, who held Sirius hostage with shackles on his hands and feet.

Tom smiled, and these wizards who exuded a cold temperament all knelt in front of him.

Sirius was pushed hard to the ground and had a mouth full of mud.

Tom said nothing.

At the end of the quiet prison passage, a group of dementors were floating quietly in the air.

They were clad in tattered cloaks and exuded the stench of decay.

The bodies of the prisoners kneeling on the ground began to tremble involuntarily.

The aura of despair wafting from the Dementors made them recall the nearly ten years of painful torture.

"Gentlemen, ladies. And the dementors." Tom spoke, his voice drowning out the continuous sound of the waves.

"I am back."

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)