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All the prisoners in Azkaban were taken out of their cells by Dementors and knelt in front of Voldemort.

Karkaroff walked forward and asked loudly what had happened here.

These twenty-odd prisoners, without any need for threat from anyone, all told everything they had seen.

"What?! You mean! I've been here before?!"

Voldemort, knowing the truth, roared in frustration:

"And you took away all the living Death Eaters and prisoners who were willing to surrender to me?!"

"Who is impersonating me? Who is it?"

Karkaroff, on the other hand, stood there in a daze, with an expression that clearly showed he was in shock.

He really didn't expect that someone would come up with such a magical operation.

At this time, Voldemort also abandoned his so-called noble etiquette and kept wandering around.

He kept cursing at the wizard who dared to disguise himself as him.

If the English curse word vocabulary was not relatively weak, Wright's unknown family members in this life would also have been greeted with greetings.

Voldemort wandered there for a long time before his emotions slowly calmed down.

He glanced at the group of prisoners kneeling on the ground, and then looked at the large number of Dementors in the air.

His sight finally fell on this castle that contained powerful dark magic - Azkaban.

Karkaroff, a shrewd man, was shocked when he saw Voldemort was so hesitant.

He didn't dare to speak at all and just huddled quietly in a corner, fearing that he would be tortured by the capricious demon king.

"You know what? Karkaroff!"

After hesitating for a long time, Voldemort whispered as if he was talking to himself, as if he had made up his mind:

"A wizard can actually transform continuously. As long as the requirements are met, it can be achieved!"

"And Dementors are not immortal. They can be destroyed, and they can become a condition."

Karkaroff had no idea why they suddenly brought up the topic of Dementors, but he didn't dare to ask.

He even moved his steps carefully, fearing that something would be affected.

Voldemort ignored Karkaroff's actions and kept talking to himself:

"There is a little trick to killing and destroying Dementors, which is to cut off their connection with this castle."

"Otherwise, the castle's magic power will continue to be supplied to them to maintain their existence."

"The connection between Azkaban and Dementors is exactly the same as the status of 'Horcruxes'!"

"If the spirit is combined with Azkaban, and then consumes the magic and Dementors here."

"Then I can complete my transformation!"

At this point, Voldemort's originally happy smile suddenly dimmed:

"But my spirit is too weak. Even with a deep understanding of 'Horcruxes', it is difficult to succeed."

"Originally I should have nursed it slowly, but now I have no choice!"

"Hey hey hey..."

Listening to the strange laughter ringing in his ears, Karkaroff wished he could poke his ears out and pretend he knew nothing.

Although he had experienced many ups and downs, he didn't know what Voldemort was going to do.

But these are his core secrets and he will definitely not let others know easily.

It is easy to figure out what will happen to the servant who knows the secret.

Thinking of this, Karkaroff couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

While he was daydreaming, Voldemort had already drawn his wand and walked towards the prisoners kneeling on the ground.

"Everything is petrified!"

The roar, like the sound of a snake, froze all the prisoners in place.

Then, Voldemort gently waved his wand, and cruel and strange black magic shot towards various targets:

"Open the chest!"

"Pull out the bones and marrow!"

"Separation of flesh and blood!"

"Magic power extraction!"

"Soul peeling!"

……

Under the influence of magic, the prisoners' internal organs, bones, magic power, and spirits were all completely drained out.

Despite enduring boundless pain, he was unable to utter even a single howl under the control of the petrification spell.

The extracted substances were spread to every corner of Azkaban by Voldemort under the command of the Dementors.

Karkaroff, sensing something was wrong, ran out of the castle without thinking.

Voldemort ignored him and cut his wrist directly, using his blood that was full of magic power.

An extremely terrifying and strange ancient magic circle was drawn on the ground.

He stood in the center of the magic circle and began to chant in a strange, snake-like voice:

"Sad and powerless creatures, after suffering great torture, become my strength. (Prisoner)"

"The den that nurtured countless demons has become one with me. (Azkaban)"

"A twisted being that vents despair and thrives on fear will haunt my body. (Dementors)"

"The countless souls trapped in this desolate place, unable to find vent, have all become my magic power. (Wizards who died here)"

"Finally, it is the greed that desires to dominate everything!"

After the chant, Voldemort raised his wand with both hands, pointed the tip at his throat, and stabbed it hard.

Along with the phoenix's wail, the huge amount of magic power accumulated in his body emanated from the wand.

Along the wand that pierced his throat, blood gushed out madly and flowed into the magic circle drawn on the ground.

The moment the magic circle was activated, the entire Azkaban was dyed scarlet.

In the horrific bloody light, Voldemort's body and the castle collapsed simultaneously, turning into ashes smaller than dust.

Countless Dementors were glowing with blood from inside out, and were wriggling constantly like living things.

The change seemed to last for a long time, yet it also seemed like it didn’t take long!

The magic circle drawn with blood on the ground gradually began to seep out a thick black liquid, like rotten mud.

Ashes smaller than dust were scattered in the air, and the blood light that looked like a living thing kept gathering together.

The mud was filled with ashes and blood, and gradually turned into Voldemort's original appearance.

"Hey hey hey..."

The entire Azkaban and the Dementors had disappeared, leaving only Voldemort in a black robe with a strange smile.

He who had been reborn did not even need to move, only the magic power that surged out.

It can disperse the dark clouds that have been covering the isolated island for who knows how many years.

Voldemort showed no intention of restraining his magic power. He continued to stretch his body, muttering with great enjoyment:

"Ruggles, Dumbledore!"

"This time, I reached this level faster than you."

Just as he was sighing, Karkaroff's desperate wail sounded:

"Great Master, please have mercy on me and forgive my servant!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Voldemort discovered that Karkaroff was about to be buried in the ground by his overflowing magic.

Unbelievably, Voldemort actually cooperated and put away his magic power.