Chapter 802 Capture of Azkaban!

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

"Is there anything else you want to ask? Lucius?" Ivan looked at a few people and asked.

"No, Sir Hals, we have nothing more to ask..." Lucius Malfoy quickly shook his head and said in a flattering manner. "It seems that we are all too ignorant to understand your profound meaning..."

Goyle and Crabbe also looked ashamed. They thought that Ivan Hals wanted to squeeze out their use value and force them to die, but they did not expect that the other party had already made arrangements. Everything, but also gave them a share of credit.

Of course, danger is inevitable, and they need to save their lives in this super melee... Only the living are qualified to enjoy the glory!

"Now that you all understand your mission, let's start taking action!" Ivan took out a few bottles of modified polyjuice potion and threw it to the law enforcers. He captured a lot of Death Eaters during the summer vacation, and this operation just happened to send Used.

The law enforcer who got the bottle drank the potion without hesitation, and then his body shape changed, turning into the appearance of a Death Eater.

Including Lucius and the others, they have eleven former Death Eaters here. Bringing so many old faces there can greatly reduce the possibility of them being exposed.

Ivan was certain that the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban still didn't know about Voldemort's defeat in Knockturn Alley.

After all, Voldemort was very concerned about face, and it was impossible to tell Bella and others about this embarrassing incident. This meant that they did not know that a group of Death Eaters had been captured by him. This opportunity was very rare.

Thinking of this, Ivan took out the last portion of the modified polyjuice and drank it. His body became taller due to the tugging, his eyes became narrow and long, his nose was flat, and the top of his head was even smoother. Very uncomfortable.

"Sure enough, it's not ordinary ugly!" Ivan waved his magic wand to create a mirror, looked at the strange appearance of his body, and couldn't help but secretly complained in his heart.

Tom Riddle is really cruel to himself...

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

"Sir Hals, do you have any other instructions?" Lucius asked cautiously.

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

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

"Keep your identity in mind from now on!" Ivan glared at Lucius fiercely, then looked around and glanced at everyone below. "If someone makes a mistake later, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The wizards present nodded in unison, and Lucius and others looked even more trembling. Looking at Ivan in black robes in front of them, they even felt as if they were really facing Voldemort...

"Then... start taking action!" After Ivan reminded him, he waved his wand and disappeared first.

McNeil, Lucius and others also quickly used Disapparation.

…

In the waters of the North Sea, on an isolated island.

Following a violent spatial fluctuation, more than twenty figures appeared in front of the prison door out of thin air.

The seven Aurors responsible for guarding noticed something was wrong immediately, but before they could raise the alarm, they were hit by a large number of spells and fainted.

"A place as important as Azkaban has only so many people guarding it?" Ivan looked at the Aurors lying on the ground and felt a little strange.

"The real guards here are the dementors. The Ministry of Magic sent a few Aurors here just to supervise these monsters and prevent them from causing chaos again." McNeil explained.

If it hadn't been for several dementor riots before, there would have been fewer Aurors stationed here, because not many people liked such a chore.

Ivan nodded, then looked up at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky were getting closer and closer, and something was faintly entangled and surging inside. From time to time, several strange figures in black cloaks could be seen floating from the windows of the prison. And out, gradually converge and gather together.

"It's Dementors, they're coming!" Lucius squinted his eyes and pulled out the wand from his waist.

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

McNeil and others were also uncomfortable. The feeling of being surrounded by dementors was not pleasant, and a gloomy cold air seemed to take away their life.

Even Ivan frowned, looked at the restless dementors, and scolded them sternly. "What are you doing here? Have you forgotten the agreement between us? Do what you should do!"

The dementors floated around for a few times, absorbing the emotion called happiness, and seemed to be reluctant to leave. However, a light ball composed of white mist quickly hit them and exploded in mid-air.

After the dazzling white light touched the Dementors, it corroded their bodies as quickly as sulfuric acid. The frightened Dementors fled quickly as if they had recalled something, and soon disappeared in the small town. island.

Ivan was too lazy to pay attention to the whereabouts of these dementors. They were a bit brainless, so even if they had some combat power, he did not intend to take the dementors to attack the Ministry of Magic. If something bad happened, it would be over.

"Let's go! Confringo~! (Thunderbolt Explosion)" Ivan raised his hand, and a wisp of crimson flames floated out, expanded into a four-meter fireball in the wind, and hit the solid iron door in front.

The fire shot into the sky, and a violent roar sounded immediately. The entire island shook violently, and the door of Azkaban was instantly blown open. Ivan led McNeil and others directly in. …

Stepping inside, Ivan suddenly found that the entire interior of Azkaban was very dilapidated. It was dark and damp, exuding an unpleasant stench, the earthen walls that were not taken care of were pitted, and the cell pillars were rusty.

The prisoners who were awakened by the explosion dragged their tired bodies and leaned on the iron door of the cage to poke their heads out, shouting for help incessantly.

But after seeing Ivan's appearance clearly, the wizards who wanted to ask for help all seemed to have their throats strangled by the god of death, with panic and fear on their faces. Only one wizard with a mess all over his body laughed crazily. He stood up, banged the door hard, and screamed loudly.

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