Chapter 965 Tom, Here I Come~

"what should we do?"

Neville looked solemnly at his parents in the picture, frowned, and asked slowly.

"Although I really want to say that Anton doesn't need to be afraid of Voldemort..." Hannah shook her head solemnly, "But what Voldemort said is also reasonable. At this time, the best choice for everyone may be to exercise restraint."

Even George and Fred, who had always been out of their minds, looked serious at this moment, silently agreeing with Hannah's statement.

Obviously, Anna is the one who knows Anton best.

She looked at Anton with a smile, "What do you think?"

Anton raised his eyebrows, "I choose to have fun with Voldemort first!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his little hands, and jumped into the shuttle passage impatiently. As the turbulent flow of the shuttle passage suddenly accelerated, his figure disappeared in place.

"Quack quack..."

"Tom, here I come~~"

Only a group of friends with strange faces were left in place.

"Hey, I think..." Hannah didn't know what to think, and suddenly called out, "Maybe we should go there, even if we can't help Anton fight Voldemort, at least we can still deal with those people under his command!"

"I agree!" Neville, George and Fred Qiqi raised their hands.

George waved his arm vigorously, "Maybe we should tell those evil dark wizards that Anton is not alone, and there is also a powerful force behind him!"

"Yes!" Fred gently pulled his wand out of his wizard robes, "Hey, guys, maybe we should let them know that we are not weak, we are a cottage organization! An organization that is about to become a legend!"

"Announce our arrival!" Neville was affected by their words, and his whole body became excited.

So, Hannah looked at Anna who seemed to be lost in thought, "What do you think, sweetheart?"

Anna looked puzzled, "I was just thinking, old wizard, oh, it's Professor Fiennes, maybe you don't understand the character of this professor, but he is my family member, so I have a general understanding."

How could such a doggy character run to guard the gate of Azkaban Prison?

Still planning to block Voldemort and the others?

The old wizard had a convulsion?

"I figured if we were going, we'd do it as soon as possible!"

"Dangdang~~" George lifted the suitcase next to him, "We will use our 'space converter' at this time, it seems to be able to ignore some protective magic, allowing us to easily reach the island of Azkaban! "

"What are you waiting for!"

"Set off!"

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The chilly wind blew across his neck, making goosebumps appear on his skin.

The prison in the wizarding world is a very unique existence. It seems that as long as this place is established as a prison, it will definitely become this cold and lonely bird, even if it is newly built.

As Anton slowly stepped into the prison, he walked into the depths along the narrow stone steps, and there was a metallic fire dragon lying on a wall facing him.

This kind of guardian puppet art derived from ancient skills is now in the hands of the Ministry of Magic and ancient pure-blood families. Similar to "gargoyles", "tomb guard soldiers", and "yin guards" are rarely seen in other places. See similar information elsewhere.

But obviously, there are countless wizards from ancient families beside Voldemort, who know how to deal with these magical creations. This fire dragon kept squatting on the wall and opened its biggest mouth, obviously intending to spit out extremely high temperature. Flame.

Anton didn't know how to deal with this kind of stuff, raised his eyebrows, walked around the fire dragon wall to the back, and continued to walk deep.

There is a misconception - old is always best.

Not so, the wizarding world has gone through a long period of development, and if you look at it together with modern times, it is just a short period of time in the long history of magic.

Similar to the 'restoration spell' and 'activation spell' that can be passed on very well, many skills are now far superior to ancient magic.

But those skills that are monopolized and not continued research can only stay at the level of ancient magic.

And those magic or witchcraft also come from the hands of some top wizards who are not weaker than Dumbledore Nicolas.

Blindly separating 'ancient' and 'modern' to view the progress of magic is undoubtedly lacking in the history of magic.

"If you have a chance, ask Fudge to help you find it. Is there any information in this area that you can study."

Originally, Anton would not have thought about the Ministry of Magic's monopoly of magic. After all, his previous experience as an intern in the Auror office had seen enough of the Ministry of Magic's harsh treatment of these magics.

Just like the 'Xiao Yuanwu Phantom Shuttle' magic cast by Anton just now, he was restricted by a powerful contract magic and could not spread it outward.

It is very troublesome. If this magic is integrated into his entire magic system, there will be some extremely troublesome restrictions when spreading the theory to the outside world.

But Fudge obviously has a way to take those so-called secret-level materials home to study and figure out, and even use them to wipe his ass.

Tsk~

The Ministry of Magic is like a sieve, full of loopholes.

Anton hummed an out-of-key song, and walked lightly in the Ministry of Magic cell, looking around.

Obviously, it has not been officially put into use here, and all the cells are vacant.

Walk along the breath generated by a large number of human beings, all the way down to this underground cave, and come to the third underground floor.

Immediately, the auras of countless creatures surged.

Anton looked from a distance, in front of an open cell, Voldemort looked inside silently, a few Death Eaters walked in and were busy, presumably helping Little Barty untie.

Outside the group, Fudge and Scrimgeour led the Aurors to surround them, but they didn't dare to take any action, even to stop them.

And after the Aurors, there was a familiar figure.

Old Wizard Fiennes.

He was obviously anxious, gripping his wand tightly, his expression changing.

Anton raised his eyebrows, walked over slowly, and suddenly poked his head out of his blind spot, "Hey~"

"!!!" The old wizard Fiennes was so frightened that his breath became stagnant, his eyes widened, and he tried his best not to make a sound.

"Oh~ Anton! You are finally here!"

The old wizard seemed a little excited, and grabbed Anton's sleeve.

Anton looked at him suspiciously, "???"

At this moment, before the old wizard could say anything, there was a commotion among the crowd in the distance.

A figure in a wizard robe was helped out, and it turned out to be Barty Crouch Jr.

"Master... Master..." Little Barty couldn't believe that it was the master who came to save him in person. He was so excited that he broke away from the people around him, knelt down in excitement, and came to Voldemort on his knees on the ground, crying, "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Master!"

Voldemort looked down at him with emotion, reached out and stroked little Barty's head, "Son, I'll take you home!"

"Woo woo woo..."

"Owner!"

Little Barty hugged Voldemort's waist violently, crying loudly, "I knew it, I knew it, you will definitely return, you will definitely be resurrected, and return in the most powerful form!"

"Yes, I am back, and from now on, I will never die again!"

Voldemort also expressed emotion, his eyes were red and he patted Little Barty on the head, "Get up, let's go back, I promise you, we will come back here soon, soon!"

"Woo woo woo..."

Little Barty was still crying bitterly, his voice filled with ecstasy, "No, I only care about you, master, you are finally back!"

"You don't know how scared I was at the time. The ritual magic was interrupted. I was so afraid that you would be dragged into hell by that bastard Severus. I was so scared!"

Voldemort pursed his lips. No one had ever cared so much about him. How could he not be moved!

He bent down tremblingly to help Little Barty, "Don't be afraid, child, we'll go back..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Barty Jr. took out a wand from nowhere, pointed it at his exposed face, and chanted a spell, "Avada Kedavra!"

The terrifying curse light was like plasma, rushing straight towards Voldemort's head!

At the same time, Little Barty, who was kneeling on the ground, instantly turned into Snape!

He waved his wand in one hand and released the Killing Curse, and took out a medicine bottle that looked like ice cubes from his pocket with the other hand, and squeezed it violently, causing countless pink smoke to explode, engulfing him and Voldemort Let's get covered together!

After pinching and bursting, the bottle cap of the medicine bottle suddenly turned into a long and narrow dagger that looked like teeth, and it stabbed straight into Voldemort's chest!

The series of operations are so smooth and smooth, without any slowness, obviously I don't know how long I have been practicing and planning for a long time!

It's all changing so fast, so fast!

It was so fast that everyone couldn't react, including Bella who was touched just now, but there was still a smile on her face at the moment, but her eyes became slack involuntarily, and panic instantly permeated every cell of the whole person.

"Tom!!!!"