The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Voldemort looked at the Horcrux in front of him with a slightly subtle expression. It was the first time for Voldemort, who owned five Horcruxes, to observe the resurrected Horcruxes up close.

This is also a new experience for him.

Horcruxes are vessels that house souls. Dark wizards can maintain their lives through Horcruxes. But in most cases, the Horcrux will only begin to revive after the death of the dark wizard. The soul fragments in the Horcrux become stronger by absorbing energy from the outside world, and can eventually even materialize. Voldemort's diary and locket are good examples. The diary was able to materialize for a time by sucking Ginny's soul. Tom Riddle, who walked out of the diary, could even pick up the wand on the ground.

It is conceivable that if the diary is given time, Voldemort may be able to resurrect without Peter Pettigrew, but his knowledge reserve will be fixed in Voldemort's youth.

Even the well-informed Voldemort had seen it for the first time that the main body was alive but the Horcrux was revived.

The reason why Voldemort's Horcrux can be revived is because Voldemort deliberately left part of his own magic power in the container. This allows the Horcrux to skip the step of absorbing the power of the soul, directly transform into an entity, and quickly form combat effectiveness.

As Voldemort wished, as soon as the Horcrux was ready, Umbridge's corpse opened its eyes again, and the eyes were scarlet, exactly like Voldemort himself.

Looking at the corpse that opened its eyes again, Voldemort slightly narrowed his snake-like eyes. He suddenly discovered that the revived Horcrux seemed to be in a different state than he had imagined.

In his understanding, the Horcrux is a part of his body, and his actions in controlling the Horcrux should be as easy as his fingers, but the reality seems to be somewhat different from his ideal. The body formed by the Horcrux has its own thoughts!

I'm not very good at directing it!

Voldemort squeezed the wand in his hand so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Careless! This was the first thought that flashed through Voldemort's mind. Facing the huge pressure from Dumbledore, he made an irrational choice.

It's hard to say whether his use of Horcruxes to counter Dumbledore was an ordinary skill or a masterful one. Only time will tell.

Some shady thoughts flashed through Voldemort's mind.

Voldemort, who was possessed by Umbridge, moved his body, causing the joints on his body to crack.

Then, it took out a surprisingly short wand from the inner pocket of its clothes.

"Birch wood, fire dragon's heart nerve, eight inches." The Horcrux stroked the wand and reported its data.

Voldemort looked at the wand with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"I didn't expect this kind of wand to be able to cast such a powerful weather spell." Voldemort made no secret of his inner disdain.

This attitude seemed to make the Horcrux a little unhappy. It ignored its own body and muttered some puzzling words to itself.

"This wand doesn't feel awkward at all in my hand. It's just like the original wand... Could this have something to do with the core of the wand? The wand made of the heart nerve of the fire dragon is powerful and makes it easier to learn spells, but it's also Easier to serve other owners - that is, I conquered the wand."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Voldemort's face: Why are you still studying the core of the wand when Dumbledore could come at any time? I don't remember studying wand cores this deeply!

"There's no time to talk. Those prisoners can't delay for too long. Dumbledore may appear at any time. We must be prepared."

Faced with the urging of the deity, Voldemort's Horcrux was obviously a little angry, but he still obeyed the deity's order and entered a fighting state.

"Okay, we can set off to teach Dumbledore a lesson." The Horcrux replied in a sickly sweet voice with an Umbridge-like smirk on its face.

Voldemort:...

Looking at the unappetizing face, the scalp-numbing voice, and thinking that it was his own soul that drove this body, Voldemort felt intense discomfort.

"Can you change your appearance?"

"That's not possible."

Voldemort:...

He now felt that he had really paid too much to defeat Dumbledore.

"All petrified!"

At this time, Dumbledore, who was obsessed with the two Voldemorts, was in a lot of trouble: there were too many escapees in the prison.

After they were freed, they ran around like headless chickens, and some were so crazy that they tried to jump on Dumbledore to snatch the wand.

These hundreds of prisoners are much harder to catch than hundreds of pigs.

It was difficult for Dumbledore to use magic of mass destruction, because many of the prisoners were not Death Eaters, but just guilty wizards. Their crimes were far less serious than those of wizards who were imprisoned for life - some were simply caught for illegally possessing dark magic items in Knockturn Alley.

Even though Dumbledore was proficient in the Petrification Charm, he was stymied by these prisoners.

"Professor, leave it to me." Tom appeared in time and freed Dumbledore.

"As the master of Azkaban, I have the obligation to capture fugitives." Tom showed a confident smile to Dumbledore, "By the way, you won't be able to apparate here for a while, you can take advantage of this opportunity."

Tom doesn't have two more arms than Dumbledore, and his efficiency in catching prisoners is not much higher than that of Dumbledore, but he can call back the jailers here and let them catch people for him.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yodel." Dumbledore thanked Tom and walked quickly towards the lower level of the prison. He remembered clearly that Voldemort broke into a room on the bottom floor of the prison, so he planned to search from the bottom up.

After Dumbledore left, Tom also transformed into the dementor form, looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar.

This roar passed through the thick walls, crossed the rough sea, and clearly fell into the ears of the Dementors gathered outside.

At the same time, the thunder over Azkaban also stopped. The energy of thunder and lightning in the dark clouds has been exhausted, leaving only crackling raindrops, rapidly beating on the charred corpse.

The undead army summoned by Voldemort has been wiped out in the lightning and thunder.

The dementors were summoned and flew back one after another. When they returned to Azkaban, they discovered that the prison was in chaos, and the food they had raised was escaping throughout the prison.

This is too bad! If all the prisoners run away, what will they eat? Dark creatures cannot live on the northwest wind!

Huh...ha!

The dementors moved quickly and captured the prisoners one by one. As old jailers who have lived in Azkaban for hundreds of years, they are really good at catching prisoners, almost with ease.

The dementors appeared collectively in Azkaban, causing the temperature here to drop sharply. Frost seemed to condense in the air, making all the prisoners shiver. At that moment, they recalled the fear of being dominated by Dementors and the pain of being trapped.

So they became even crazier. They really don't want to go back to the days of being detained, not even for a second! Some prisoners who lost their minds chose to jump from the window and landed on the hard ground or rocks, turning into a ball of flesh. Others gave up resistance and huddled in the corner in pain.

While the prison was in chaos, a woman with haggard appearance and withered hair was walking barefoot in the empty corridor. Her eyes were full of enthusiasm and madness, and she tightly covered the Dark Mark on her left arm with one hand, stroking it like a lover.

In these endless days and nights, only touching it can make her feel alive and satisfied psychologically and physically.

I'm afraid no one can connect this crazy woman with the noble and beautiful lady from back then. Bellatrix was a famous beauty back then. She inherited the excellent genes of the Black family and had amazing beauty. When she was young, her thick and shiny black hair and long eyelashes fascinated countless people. Unfortunately, these gradually disappeared from her after she devoted herself to dark magic and was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Tom Riddle and Bellatrix jointly proved that overindulgence in dark magic can cause disfigurement!

However, it can be seen from this that Lucius Malfoy's family may not pay much attention to dark magic.

After the dementors appeared, Bella's eyes became more rational. She knew that there was not much time left for her to move freely. So she continued to walk down two floors. When the height dropped to a safe position, she grabbed the window edge and jumped down.

Plop!

She fell into the sea, a few waves flashed by, and the witch disappeared. At the same time, the entire Azkaban has been shrouded in ice, and a large number of dementors have come back, hovering over the prison.

"The dementors are back." A trace of gloom flashed across Voldemort's face, and he understood that he didn't have much time left for him.

He pushed open the door to the room and walked out. The Horcrux fell behind, with a strange smile on his face.

[If I die, will the entity formed by the Horcrux still not be me? 】

Voldemort was thinking about this. Theoretically, the Horcrux entity and the real person must be the same person, but Voldemort had a hard time convincing himself of this view. After all, look at his virtue! Voldemort felt that there was no way he could fight Dumbledore dressed like that.

[Is it because the soul fragments in the Horcrux will be affected by the Horcrux carrier? 】Voldemort silently speculated in his heart the cause of this phenomenon. There are not many dark wizards who make Horcruxes, and there are even fewer records left behind. Therefore, Voldemort has no one to cross the river by feeling the stones - he is already the wizard who has walked the furthest on this path. There is absolutely no way to learn from or refer to.

At this time, a fire dragon composed of flames roared towards Voldemort from the end of the corridor.

Voldemort knew that Dumbledore was coming.

He cast a few spells casually, turning the fire dragon into the most primitive flame form.

While breaking Dumbledore's spell, he signaled his Horcrux to hide first, and then come out to attack Dumbledore when the time was right.

The Horcrux cast a disillusionment spell on himself and hid aside. Voldemort himself stood in the middle of the corridor, quietly watching Dumbledore walk out of the flames.

Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort and was secretly surprised: just in this moment, the aura on Riddle's body actually changed again.

"You always surprise me, Tom." Dumbledore shook his head, "You will definitely regret your choice."

Voldemort snorted coldly: "When I regret it, your bones will be rotten!"

As soon as he raised his hand, a green light went straight to Dumbledore's chest. Dumbledore did not choose passive defense. He turned the wand in his hand and shot out a golden flame, which collided with Voldemort's killing curse.

Suddenly, the two came to a stalemate, and the golden flames and green light intertwined and formed a line.

Voldemort and Dumbledore were both trying their best to break the other's spell. Dumbledore's face was solemn, and small beads of sweat appeared on Voldemort's forehead, which evaporated in the cold air and turned into wisps of white mist.

The golden flame is slowly but surely devouring the green light.

【It’s time to take action! Why are you just watching there? 】 Voldemort roared in his heart, there is no better opportunity for a sneak attack than this. Dumbledore has been restrained by him. As long as the Horcrux steps forward and gives Dumbledore a fatal blow, he can win.

But the Horcrux didn't stand up. It seemed to be asleep, watching Voldemort fall into a disadvantage.

How dare you play tricks! An evil fire ignited in Voldemort's heart. This anger even strengthened the power of the spell in his hand, and he and Dumbledore were in a stalemate again.

"Come out!" Voldemort yelled, and at the same time interrupted his curse. The golden flames instantly followed the trajectory of the Killing Curse, and finally climbed onto Voldemort's arm.

Voldemort snorted coldly, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. That flame didn't seem to be burning his arms, but more like it was burning his soul!

The Horcrux called by Voldemort couldn't stand on the sidelines and was forced to reveal itself - not because it was not thick-skinned enough, but because Voldemort glanced at its location while shouting, which exposed it all of a sudden.

A "big living man" appeared in front of Dumbledore, but he didn't look surprised at all. A little trick like the Disillusionment Curse was a joke in front of Dumbledore. He discovered the existence of Horcruxes the first time he came here.

However, looking at the corpse made into a Horcrux, Dumbledore still lamented that he had overestimated Riddle's lower limit.

As for why Dumbledore dared to confront Voldemort even though he knew someone was ambushing him, it was because Dumbledore knew that his helpers were also here.

After summoning his Dementor brother, Tom returned to his human form and went to help Dumbledore. When he found Dumbledore, the principal happened to be fighting Voldemort, so Tom held his breath and hid aside, trying to find an opportunity to surprise Voldemort.

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