Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Your journey has come to an end, Tom Riddle."

The prison carriage pulled by the Thestrals suddenly stopped. The wind outside the carriage was like the roar of a huge machine, which made the Auror driving the carriage have to shout at the top of his lungs.

But without the other party's reminder, Cyrus himself could clearly detect the difference here. The temperature in the air had reached freezing point, and the cold was like a steel needle piercing into his skin, bone marrow, and even soul.

When the curtain in front of the prison van was lifted, the biting chill became even more unbridled.

The restraining magic on Cyrus' body was partially released, but his hands were still tightly locked, and his whole body was hit hard on the floor of the prison car. The Auror reached out and grabbed his shoulders, lifting him up.

This was a very muscular Auror with gray hair and no smile at all. But in a place like this, even the most optimistic person might not be able to laugh. Sellers learned the other party's name, John Deluxe, when he was being put into the prison van.

"Get down!" Delis pulled Cyrus out of the prison car without ceremony.

Cyrus suddenly felt even colder.

The wind was so strong that it was almost impossible to stand. It was as if there were hundreds of Snapes hiding in the wind and they were all using the "Shadow Blade". The wind hurt like a knife. But Cyrus almost ignored the temperature here, and was attracted by the terrifying sight in front of him - even Voldemort's memory almost never showed the appearance of Azkaban.

Cyrus's impression of Azkaban only came from fragments of novels in his previous life.

But when you are on the scene, this feeling becomes more obvious.

What came into view was a huge black vortex. The strong wind seemed to sweep away the dark clouds from the entire world. The sky became very heavy and low, and seemed to be connected to the gray square tower.

Cyrus's pupils shrank.

There are almost no days or nights in Azkaban, let alone seeing the moonlight here.

He suddenly felt very desperate. If he wanted to become an Animagus, he could not do without the moonlight. First, he needs to hold a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a full month, and this must be from one full moon to the second full moon.

Sellers deliberately remained silent during the trial in order to delay the trial and wait for the full moon.

The first step is just a time requirement, but the second step is inseparable from the magic of moonlight. On the second full moon, he would put the leaves soaked in his saliva into a small transparent bottle and let it receive pure moonlight.

But there is no moonlight in Azkaban.

In this way, even if he has superb magic power and can use his fingers instead of wands, what is the use of letting Lucius secretly deliver dew and the pupae of the Demon-faced Hawkmoth?

A sense of powerlessness began to sprout from his heart, and it grew rapidly, turning into despair and spreading quickly.

He felt like a pitiful and weak candle looming in the endless storm. The tiny flame of hope was fragile and would be extinguished in an instant...

His body was shivering with cold, as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​ice.

"Go inside quickly!"

Delis's cold and powerful roar suddenly pulled Cyrus out of despair.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong. It was just that there was no moonlight in Azkaban. There was no solution. Although it was a little more troublesome, it was not to the point where he suddenly fell into despair.

While being pointed by Delis with his wand towards the gray tower, he raised his head——

The Soul Eaters floated in the air, like sharks hovering around their prey, greedily tasting the not too many positive emotions in Cyrus's heart. It was this thing that sucked away the hope in Cyrus's heart just now, making him suddenly become negative and not want to think about anything.

Now that he is awake, he is used to these monsters disturbing him from a distance.

Delis seemed to be very disgusted and afraid of these monsters. He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer. He just waited to send Cyrus to the prison and immediately left this frightening place.

There are no Aurors stationed in Azkaban now. The Aurors are only responsible for escorting prisoners. To be honest, this is a good thing for Cyrus.

The black water laps against the even darker rocks, and the only thing on the island that is pure and flawless is probably the messy tombs that are clustered together but look lonely.

"It is indeed the fifth house of Hogwarts. It is really magnificent." Cyrus and Delis walked through the tomb, and Delis was not interested in Cyrus' little humor at all.

It would be news if Cyrus made other inmates laugh!

Entering the gray tower, you are greeted by an unbearable stench. It was obvious that no one had ever taken care of it, and the feeling couldn't be compared to a hundred Snape's greasers piled together.

Stepping into the gate of the tower, the prisoners wearing black and white striped prison uniforms were all unkempt and lying on the ground as if they were dead. There was no welcome ceremony for Cyrus, the "newly admitted" junior. In fact, They have no interest in anything.

"You want me to say that they are really cold, right?" Cyrus turned to Delis and said, "How come I heard that the people in Azkaban are very nice to talk to and that they are all talents? I thought there should be at least one For the welcome party, get a chair and a hat and put it at the door and chant, 'Syrus, Azkaban,' and then some applause."

He didn't expect Delis to answer him, but in fact, the corner of the big man's mouth curved slightly, revealing a cruel smile:

"Nice talk? I didn't expect you to be crazy before you even went to jail!

"When you see those prisoners who are sentenced to life imprisonment like you, you will know how nice they talk."

These desperate prisoners have actually been in Azkaban for a relatively short time, and their sentences may only be a few months. Just like the big guy who left here not long ago, he was in this state at the time.

But what about those who have been here for decades?

It's hard to imagine their mental state.

Cyrus soon understood what he meant.

As they go deeper and deeper, the prisoners inside the prison become more and more abnormal. If the prisoners at the front just lost their happiness, as if they had turned on NetEase Cloud at 12 o'clock in the morning and were completely EMO, then the deeper parts of the prison were completely a lunatic asylum.

The prisoners here may be said to be full of energy. They are all lying on the ground with their wrists bound, rolling their eyes from time to time, twitching like they are suffering from epilepsy, and making unexplained howls from their mouths.

The long-term mental torture made their faces haggard and their bodies haggard. Almost all he saw along the way were Death Eaters who had been imprisoned for more than ten years. The depths of Azkaban were almost surrounded by Death Eaters. Those who knew it thought that This is a prison. If you don’t know better, you might think that the Death Eaters are holding a department team building here!

Their eye sockets were sunken deeply, as if a skeleton had been covered with human skin.

Cyrus also saw Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, as well as the third member of the family, Rabastan Lestrange. In addition, there are Antonin Dolokhov, Mulserbo...

They were all named Death Eaters, some of whom were very old. They were all those who had followed Voldemort when he was in school.

Logically speaking, these people have met Tom Riddle. But when Cyrus passed the Death Eaters, none of the madmen noticed him. No one discovered that this new prisoner was actually their "master" who disappeared eleven years ago.

They all opened their eyes, but what they saw was no longer what was in front of them. They could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. What appeared in front of them was the most painful illusion in their lives.

"It won't be long before you're just like them." Delis roughly pushed Cyrus into the cell and locked it.

Cyrus walked into the prison with his head held high, and watched Delis leave through the iron bars. He first took a deep breath, as if he had released all the heavy burdens, and then put on a relaxed look. face.

"You are wrong, we are different!"

How could Azkaban trap me?

There was still a bright candlelight shining in his black pupils.

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