Hogwarts Blood Wizard

"The Blood Wizard of Hogwarts (

"So after this operation, not only will you not be hunted down, you will also become one of the heroes in repelling the Dark Lord as an undercover agent in the Ministry of Magic..."

"Is there anything else I want to ask? Lucius?" Ivan asked, looking at several people.

"No, Sir Hals, we have nothing to ask..." Lucius Malfoy shook his head quickly and said with a wry smile. "It seems that we are too ignorant to understand your deep meaning..."

Gore and Crabbe also showed shame on their faces. They thought that Ivan Hals was trying to squeeze their use value, and then forced them to die, but they did not expect that the other party had already arranged it. Everything, by the way, gave them a credit.

Of course, danger is still inevitable. They need to save their lives in this super melee... Only the living are eligible to enjoy the glory!

"Since you all understand your mission, let's take action!" Ivan took out a few bottles of improved compound decoction and threw them to the law enforcement officers. During the summer vacation, he caught a lot of Death Eaters. This action just happened. It worked.

The law enforcement officer who received the bottle drank the potion without hesitation, and then his body changed for a while, becoming the appearance of a corresponding Death Eater.

With the addition of Lucius, they have eleven former Death Eaters here, with so many old faces in the past, which can greatly reduce the possibility of their exposure.

Ivan was pretty sure that the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban probably didn't know the news of Voldemort's fiasco.

After all, Voldemort is very face-saving, it is impossible to tell Bella and others this embarrassment specifically, which means that they did not know that a group of Death Eaters had been captured by themselves, this opportunity was very rare.

Thinking of this, Ivan took out the last modified compound decoction and drank it. His body became taller in a while, his eyes became narrow and long, his nose was flat, and the top of his head was even more smooth. Very uncomfortable.

"Sure enough, it's not an ordinary ugly!" Ivan waved his magic wand into a mirror, looked at this strange body, and couldn't help but spit out in his heart.

Tom Riddle is really cruel to himself...

"Lucius!" Ivan suddenly turned his head and greeted him.

"Your Excellency Hals, do you have any more orders?" Lucius asked cautiously.

Ivan didn't reply, but his gaze became sharper and sharper.

Lucius immediately realized the mistake in his name, and quickly corrected it. "The Dark Lord...no, Master, do you have any orders?"

"From now on, I will remember who I am!" Ivan gave Lucius a stern look, then looked around, looking at everyone below. "Wait, if anyone has a mistake, don't blame me for being unsympathetic!"

The wizards present nodded all together, and Lucius and others were even more trembling. Looking at Ivan in the black robe in front of them, they even felt like they were facing Voldemort directly...

"So... start acting!" After Ivan reminded him, he waved his magic wand and disappeared in place first.

McNeill, Lucius and others also quickly apparated.

...

On an isolated island in the North Sea.

Accompanied by a violent spatial fluctuation, more than two dozen figures appeared out of thin air in front of the prison.

The seven Aurors who were in charge of the guards found out what was wrong at the first time, but before they sounded the alarm, they were hit by a large number of spells and passed out.

"Azkaban is such an important place, there are only so few people guarding it?" Ivan looked at the Aurors who fell underground, and felt a little strange.

"The real guards here are the dementors. The Ministry of Magic has sent a few Aurors to supervise these monsters, so that they don't get messed up again." McNeill explained.

Had it not been for a few riots by the Dementors before, there would have been fewer Aurors stationed here, because not many people liked such drudgery.

Ivan nodded, then looked up at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky got closer and closer, and something tangled and surging inside. From time to time, I could see a few weird figures in black cloaks floating from the prison windows. And out, gradually converge and gather together.

"It's the dementors, they're here!" Lucius squinted and pulled out the wand from his waist.

According to intelligence, there are nearly two hundred dementors guards in Azkaban. Once these disgusting and illusory monsters launch a large-scale attack, it will be very troublesome...

McNeill and others are also very uncomfortable. It feels uncomfortable to be surrounded by dementors, and a gloomy chill seems to take away their vitality.

Even Ivan frowned, looked at the restless dementors, and snapped. "What are you doing all around here, forgot the agreement between us? Do what you should do!"

The dementors wandered around for a few laps~www.ltnovel.com~, drawing on the emotion called happiness, and seemed to be reluctant to give up, but a group of light formed by white mist quickly smashed into mid-air. It exploded suddenly.

When the dazzling white light touched the dementors, it corroded their bodies as quickly as sulfuric acid. The frightened dementors seemed to remember something, and quickly scattered and disappeared into the little ones. On the island.

Ivan didn't bother to pay attention to the whereabouts of these dementors, their brains were a bit awkward, so even if he had some combat power, he didn't plan to take the dementors to attack the Ministry of Magic, in case something bad happened.

"Let's go! Confringo~! (Thunderbolt explosion Ivan raised his hand, and a crimson flame floated out, swelled into a four-meter-sized fireball against the wind, and blasted on the solid iron gate in front.

The fire blazed into the sky, and a violent roar immediately sounded. The entire island shook violently. The gate of Azkaban was blown open instantly, and Ivan took McNeill and others directly into it. ...

Stepping into it, Ivan suddenly found that the entire interior of Azkaban was very dilapidated. It was dark and damp, exuding an unpleasant stench, the poorly maintained earth walls were pitted, and the pillars of the cell were rusty.

The prisoners, who were awakened by the explosion, dragged their tired bodies to help the iron door of the cage to probe outwards, crying for help continuously.

But after seeing the appearance of Ivan clearly, the wizards who wanted to be rescued looked as if death were pinched in their throats. Panic and fear appeared on their faces, and only one messed up wizard laughed wildly. I got up, hit the door hard, and screamed loudly.

"Master! I knew...you will definitely come to save us..."