After reading Harry’s letter, Scott was finally fine for the time being.
So he immediately lay down and fell asleep, without even taking a shower or having dinner.
This sleep lasted until the next day.
After waking up, Scott stretched his body and felt no longer tired, as if he had been reborn.
I just feel hungry.
He made a simple meal using the ingredients that Rimbaud bought from Hogsmeade the day before. While eating, Scott checked the surveillance “video” stored in the “Magic Mirror”.
Rimbaud flew into the cabin through the window and stopped at the small dining table to watch with him.
Not long after they watched, they suddenly became motionless at the same time.
“Malfoy Manor seemed to be very lively last night.” Rimbaud said, “Those Death Eaters actually showed up.”
“Um……”
Scott responded, he no longer cared about the meal, he just stared at the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the mirror.
To his relief, his monitor, the little lizard, had been hiding well and had not been discovered.
He stretched out his finger and tapped the mirror to return the sped-up image to normal speed.
At this time, what is shown on the screen is the scene of all the Death Eaters gathered in the garden.
The area where they gathered was where Malfoy Jr. and Barty Crouch Jr. had their conversation two days ago.
Snape and Malfoy stood at the front of the crowd, everyone lowered their heads, as if waiting for something.
Looking at this scene, Scott couldn’t help but hold his breath.
“Is Voldemort about to appear?” Rimbaud couldn’t help but ask.
Scott didn’t answer, just stared at the mirror and squinted his eyes.
Under their gaze, the picture in the mirror quickly changed.
The patch of grass facing the Death Eaters was originally empty, but now an extremely thick black mist suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The black mist rolled and spread, finally forming a door between illusion and reality.
Two figures slowly walked out of the black mist, slowly revealing their true faces.
The first thing Scott saw clearly was a pair of narrow eyes.
Those eyes were obviously a passionate red, like warm blood, but they gave people a cold and biting feeling for no reason.
That feeling is colder than a cold poisonous snake, and more cruel than a cruel hungry wolf.
Even through the mirror, it still gave Scott a great sense of oppression.
There is no doubt that this is the Dark Lord, the nightmare of wizards, the man who cannot even be named – Voldemort.
Voldemort’s appearance is very similar to that in the movies Scott saw in his previous life. He has bloodless pale skin, no hair, and no nose. His body is as skinny as wood, and he wears a robe that looks like it was made of black mist.
But looking at Voldemort in the mirror, Scott at this moment couldn’t laugh at his appearance like he did when watching movies in his previous life.
Because it’s not funny at all.
Unlike Dumbledore who would restrain himself and Medea who would pretend, Voldemort was exuding his powerful aura unscrupulously.
It was an aura that was superior to ordinary wizards, as if it was not the same species as the majority of wizards, a naked predator.
“Owner.”
All the Death Eaters knelt on the ground and bowed their heads respectfully.
Now Barty Crouch Jr., who was behind Voldemort, also came out and knelt down with a fanatical look on his face.
“Hello, Death Eaters.”
Voldemort opened his arms, and his ten slender fingers moved in the air, looking like spider’s feet.
“We finally meet officially again.”
He spoke slowly, his red eyes widened, but his slender pupils shrank, just like a cat’s eyes.
“I’m very happy. I saw many old friends… Let me take a look. Very good. Most of the Death Eaters are here. Of course, except for those poor people who accidentally lost their lives. However, I can’t see everyone here clearly. Are they still loyal?”
He seemed to be doing it on purpose, with some playfulness in his tone.
The Death Eaters all lowered their heads, and no one dared to make a sound.
“What do you think, Lucius, my cunning, sanctimonious old friend?” Voldemort lowered his head and stared at old Malfoy, “Do you feel uncomfortable because I occupy your manor and gather Death Eaters here? dissatisfied?”
“No…Master…”
Old Malfoy hurried forward on his knees.
“Please believe me, Master.” He said with great respect, “Of course I am extremely loyal to you. I have always been…”
“Then why…” Voldemort narrowed his eyes, “When did you, who have always been shrewd, become careless? Can’t even detect the bugs sneaking into the manor?”
Scott sighed, “He discovered it…”
At this time, black mist filled the mirror and quickly occupied the entire picture.
The connection between [Magic Mirror] and the lizard was cut off.
Rimbaud turned to look at Scott in a panic, “This… this is bad… he… will he find you?”
Scott was relatively calm.
“Don’t worry, he hasn’t seen me and can’t tell my magic power.” He said, “And the Oak Cabin has been hidden by the Loyalty Curse. The secret keeper is myself, and no one can find it.”
“I hope so.” Rimbaud was still a little worried.
Scott added: “Don’t forget that Snape is also there. I think Dumbledore will get the news about Voldemort’s resurrection soon.”
He stretched out his finger and tapped the mirror.
“I’m afraid the things I laid out around Azkaban yesterday will come in handy soon.”
As he operated, several images of Azkaban being monitored from different angles were neatly arranged in the [Magic Mirror].
“What I left behind this time was not a shape-shifting animal, but a dead thing that was integrated into the reef. The magic power fluctuations are weaker and not so easy to detect.”
“It seems that the magic world is going to be completely lively.” As a raven, Rimbaud can already understand the current situation of the magic world.
“Yes, it might be too lively.” Scott’s tone was a little helpless, “Especially during the Quidditch World Cup.”
The drastic changes in the British wizarding world will shock the whole world if not careful.
After thinking about the possible changes in the situation for a while, Scott began to think about himself again.
With his current strength, if he is not deliberately targeted by the top wizards, he can still protect himself.
But the fact is exactly the opposite. His existence is related to Salazar Slytherin’s Millennium Plan, and Medea will not let him go easily.
The reason why Medea doesn’t do anything to him now is that firstly, his existence will change the established destiny, and secondly, because she has not fully recovered yet.
Scott had figured it out very early on that he couldn’t be helpless and not change his destiny, and he couldn’t help but change it.
And if he wants to break the situation, he must first weaken Medea’s strength.
However, Scott himself didn’t have much chance of winning against Medea, let alone the lady who had the entire witch organization under her command.
For this reason, Scott did not hesitate to resurrect Voldemort early by releasing Barty Crouch Jr., hoping that Voldemort could deal a blow to Medea.
Now that Voldemort has regained his strength, with his egotistical character, he will not let go of Medea, who turned him into a loser when he was weak and devoured most of his Horcruxes.
From Medea’s point of view, if she wanted to improve her strength through complete recovery, she would have to sacrifice Voldemort’s soul, and she would definitely deal with Voldemort deliberately.
In short, in Scott’s view, the current situation is on the verge of breaking out.
He guessed that the first contact most likely took place in Azkaban.
Even Dumbledore would get involved.
He had no intention of doing anything for the rest of the time, staring at the [Magic Mirror] from time to time, trying to verify his conjecture.
Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to be impatient and did not make Scott wait long.
After dinner, a ship appeared on the sea level in a certain surveillance screen arranged in [Magic Mirror].
Scott quickly enlarged the picture facing the sea.
“They really went!” he said to Rimbaud.
“Oh…” Rimbaud quickly flew to his shoulder and looked around, “Are you sure there are Voldemort and Death Eaters on this ship?”
“I think so,” Scott said.
Apparition and Apparition are prohibited in Azkaban. No matter who wants to go there, they can only go there honestly.
The tall wooden ship with black sails gradually approached the island where Azkaban was located like a giant beast.
The entire ship was dark, and there were no lights on the ship, just like a ghost ship in Muggle legend.
Scott moved his finger to switch to another angle of the picture.
At this time, a light appeared on the pier near the island.
An old wizard with a stooped back and wrinkles on his face walked onto the pier carrying a magic lamp, followed by two young wizards with numb faces.
“Cough…cough…”
The old wizard coughed a few times and looked up at the quiet ship.
He didn’t speak, just stared motionless.
The two young wizards behind him had already taken out their wands.
A wooden ladder extended from the edge of the ship’s deck and was set up on the pier.
Voldemort led a group of Death Eaters out of the darkness and down the stairs step by step.
He stood still on the steps and looked down at the old wizard, “It’s you, Old Roll. How many years have you been guarding the door in this damn place?”
The old wizard’s expression was a little stiff, and his voice was also stiff, “It’s been more than fifty years.”
“Time flies so fast.” Voldemort sighed, truthfully or falsely, “Although we are the same age, you already look like an out-and-out old guy.”
The old wizard laughed when he heard this.
I don’t know if it was because of fear or because he hadn’t smiled for a long time, but his smiling face looked very awkward.
“I am indeed getting old. If I stay in this hellish place for a long time, I won’t have many more years to live.”
At this time, he seemed to have lost the fear and discomfort of facing Voldemort.
“You want to break this prison, don’t you…ahem.”
The old wizard coughed a few more times.
“Anyway, I know we can’t stop you. I just want to say, please spare these two children.”
The “children” he meant were the two young wizards following him.
At this time, both of them were trembling.
“Of course, not just them, but you too, as long as you don’t get in the way.”
Voldemort looked very talkative.
After descending the stairs, he passed directly past the three guarding wizards and walked towards the center of the island.
When Voldemort and all the Death Eaters passed by them, the two young wizards seemed to be relieved and could not help but show a little joy.
“Cough…cough…”
The old wizard coughed again.
“Ahem…”
This time he coughed for a particularly long time, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.
“Avada Kedavra!”
A dazzling green light illuminated the dark night.
The old wizard who was turning around fell down in response.
“It’s so ugly, old Roll.”
Voldemort played with the wand in his hand, his voice filled with condescending pity.
“I even remember how high-spirited you were when you were young. But now, hum, with a meaningless life, an unchanging job, and a dying body, every day of your life is suffering. It’s better to let me help you get rid of it.”
The two young guard wizards widened their eyes and stared blankly at the fallen old wizard and the magic lamp that was thrown to the ground.
Both of them made a sound like rapid hiccups in their throats, and they were too scared to speak.
But Voldemort didn’t give the two of them any look, but turned around and walked away.
The two young wizards looked at Voldemort’s back, like people being rescued from drowning, putting their hands on their necks and gasping for air.
“Avada Kedavra!”
“Avada Kedavra!”
The green light lit up again, this time it was the hands of two Death Eaters.
The expressions on the faces of the two young wizards froze, and they fell next to the old wizard with horror on their faces.
Scott looked at the three corpses lying on the dock in the mirror, sighed, and switched to the surveillance screen again.
Voldemort and the Death Eaters have moved forward some distance.
At this time, it seemed that all the dementors had come out, densely surrounding them.
The Death Eaters all drew their wands, but made no move to attack.
Voldemort, who was standing at the front, said something. Thick black mist rolled around him, almost blending with the black mist on the Dementor’s cloak.
After a while, the group of dementors seemed to have reached a consensus with Voldemort.
Not only did they no longer intercept him and the Death Eaters, they even began to actively guide them into Azkaban Castle.
At this moment, countless spells of different colors fell from the sky, dragging long arcs in the night sky, like exploding fireworks, hitting the heads of the Death Eaters on the ground.
“ah……”
“Enemy attack!”
The Death Eaters were a little panicked for a moment, and with the screams, several people seemed to be injured immediately.
But Voldemort took action.
A huge silver shield appeared out of thin air and immediately blocked most of the attacks.
The Death Eaters quickly calmed down and began to fight back.
Scott, who had been watching the “live broadcast”, found another surveillance angle and saw the guys flying in the sky.
It’s Medea and her coven.
Medea was still sitting on a carriage pulled by the Thestral, and all the other members of the witch guild were also riding the Thestral or flying broomsticks.
At this time, they were constantly hovering in the air, continuously casting ferocious spells on the Death Eaters and Voldemort below from all angles.
Soon another Death Eater was injured.
Voldemort paid no attention to this.
He just looked up at the carriage in the sky, and the silver shield protected him firmly.
He raised his hand, swung his wand, and a red spell hit the carriage flying above accurately like a huge whip, making a loud noise.
But Dia’s carriage seemed to have been transformed by magic, and its whole body glowed brightly, and was not damaged by Voldemort’s attack.
However, many members of the witch guild, together with the Thestrals they were riding, were shot down by Voldemort’s fierce curse and hit the rocks heavily on the ground.
Voldemort did not stop attacking, he kept waving his wand, and Medea’s carriage did not last long before it was blown to pieces.
But Medea did not appear.
Voldemort smiled contemptuously, “Aren’t you going to come out? But it doesn’t matter. If you don’t come out, I will kill all your people.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand, a green light flashed, and another member of the witch guild fell to the ground.
“Good evening, Tom.”
Medea came out from behind a huge rock on the other side.
The face was still covered by black gauze, and the red lips were slightly raised.
“I’m here.”
While speaking, a white bone wand came out of her palm and was held by her.
All the Death Eaters and members of the witch guild stopped their attacks with a tacit understanding and returned behind their masters.
The two sides temporarily confronted each other.
