Time goes back half an hour, the waters of the North Sea.

The Dark Lord, or Tom Riddle, was standing on a broken sailboat in a ragged cloak.

The Dark King, who was successfully resurrected by the evil ritual, has completely changed his appearance.

Under the black hood, his originally handsome face became extremely pale and thin, his wise and deep eyes became narrow and long, his soft brown curly hair fell off, and his handsome and upright nose bridge completely disappeared, leaving only two nostrils like snakes embedded on his face.

Tom Riddle has become a complete monster - a horrible monster that can stop children from crying at night.

But none of these matter.

The Dark King stroked the wand around his waist, felt the vast magic power surging in his body, and smiled with satisfaction.

He raised his arms, and his pale and slender arms drew arcs in the salty sea breeze.

The wand pointed to the broken sail of the decaying ship. The powerful magic power as dark as ink turned into storm flames, filling the damaged parts of the canvas, causing the speed to rise again, and swept through the long white marks like the tail flame of the fighter jet on the surging sea surface.

The little dwarf standing at the tail of the ship, looking at the freehand and freehand master of the Dark King with awe and worship eyes. It was this omnipotent power, which was enough to make people kneel down and tremble, which made Voldemort the strongest black wizard ever.

Soon, Azkaban arrived.

Countless rugged reefs stretch out from the sea, intertwined with canine teeth and overlapped with each other to build a three-dimensional platform.

From the outside, this wizard prison, known as "Azkaban", is extremely simple, and it looks like a lighthouse that has been enlarged.

But in the eyes of wizards, Azkaban is an insurmountable iron wall.

Around the sea platform, hundreds of dreamy human shadows floated, all of which were covered with light black cloaks, lingering and stagnating in the sky. From time to time, they would dive down, dragging the rotten cloak, and passing through the iron windows of the prison cell.

When you look closer, you will find that their bodies are like floating corpses, rotten and swollen. Their rugged and thin palms are covered with thick scabs, and the rough black nails are covered with dirt.

Under the broken cloak, there was no facial features, and replaced by a hollow, illusory hole - this empty hole is their mouth, dedicated to sucking human souls, leaving only an empty, soulless walking corpse.

They are the dementors, the most evil and weird magical creatures.

Voldemort walked slowly down the sailboat indifferently, stepped barefoot on the sharp and angular reefs, looking up.

The dementors immediately discovered outsiders. These magical creatures that rely on smell to distinguish their directions were originally guardians of Azkaban, but they never mind hunting some people who trespassed Azkaban.

So hundreds of dementors swooped down at Tom Riddle.

Facing the dementor that covered the sky and the sun, Tom raised his wand and said indifferently,

“Avadasaumin.”

A green beam of light gushed out from the tip of the wand. This powerful black spell that could directly destroy the soul instantly penetrated through the dementor rushing in front, blasting the magic creature into fragments.

The dementor cluster that was swooping down immediately stopped. These demons who specialize in sucking souls also knew how to seek profit and avoid harm - the black wizard who can release life-seeking curse in front of the dementor cluster and complete killing is absolutely powerful enough.

Voldemort sneered, took off his hood, revealing the twisted face like a snake, slowly releasing the pressure.

The dementors with only smell were terrifyingly keen and terrifying in other aspects. The dementors who sensed the power of the Dark King immediately chose to surrender, landed from the air, lowered their heads slightly, and offered respect and allegiance to Voldemort.

"Sometimes, these brainless magic creatures are more suitable to be subordinates than those stubborn wizards."

Voldemort gave his comment indifferently, and under the protection of hundreds of dementors, he entered the prison of Azkaban.

He stretched out his fingertips, wiped the wand in his hand, and used his huge amount of magic to break away all the confinement, freeing his believers from the cell.

Antonin Dolokhov, Bellatrix Lestrang, Rabastan Lestrang, Augustus Lukewood...

These Death Eaters respectfully knelt at his feet, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably due to fear and excitement.

Their king is back.

“My believers,”

Voldemort stood in the center of the circular hall of Azkaban, condescendingly, examining the Death Eaters.

He pinched the pretentious tone and made the snake face more majestic as possible, and said slowly in a slow tone: "Like that Jesus of the Muggle Realm, I returned from the border of death."

He was already ready to give a "shocking" speech. As a villain with attitude, the art of defending the emperor must be mastered. Only by exerting kindness and power can one become a successful leader.

"Now, I will lead you to reappear our glory and spread the will of pure blood to every corner of the wizarding world."

Voldemort clenched his fists, brewing emotions, and suddenly vomited all over the floor in the fearful eyes of the Death Eaters.

"Vomit, vomit, vomit..."

He held the wall, feeling the touch of pressing the moss with his palms, and the ill feeling of stomach acid flooding his mouth.

???

Tom Riddle was so confused that too much information was stuffed into his mind, so that the Dark King had not yet had time to stand firm.

He couldn't help but tremble all over, and fell to the ground in depressed manner, allowing his bald head to immerse himself in his vomit.

He raised his head and murmured hard: "Who is it! Who is calling my real name?!"

In the mysterious worlds of the East and the West, the real name is powerful.

For example, when Sun Wukong faces the red gourd of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn King, he must compile false names such as "Walker Sun" and "Walker Sun" to prevent being imprisoned due to the leakage of the real name.

For example, the reason why Constantine became the decadent scum now is because she mistakenly summoned a hell demon in the basement of Casanova Club without knowing the other party’s real name.

As a result, the Hell Demon, who was not restricted by the real name, pulled away an innocent little girl and razed the Casanova Club to the ground.

The above cases all illustrate a truth: In the mysterious world, personal privacy must be protected, and not always keep your name on your lips and be too silly.

Just like now, in the living room of mansions, in roadside restaurants, and in the British Empire government departments, the people of the whole UK are discussing the name "Lord Voldemort".

In order to ensure his mystery and terror, Tom Riddle deliberately imposed constant witchcraft on the real name "Voldemort", which symbolized his own real name.

Once the name "Voldemort" is mentioned, it will make Tom's heart feel aroused, allowing him to cast teleportation spells and kill those wizards who dare to mention his name.

However, no matter how many wizards with a total amount of less than 10,000, there are more than 60 million residents living on the British Isles. If we include the Commonwealth, which is commanded by Lafayette remotely, the total population is as high as 2 billion...

So, Tom Riddle paid the price to set his real name.

Hundreds and thousands of people called out the name "Vodemort" at the same time. The torrent of information that rushed over directly flooded Voldemort's reason and almost fainted.

As time goes by, the word "Voldemort" is no longer limited to the audience of "BBC Morning News", but is directly spread on the Internet.

Tens of thousands of people were talking and chanting, and the omnipresent call was like a wave, crushing Tom Riddle one after another,

He tried to get up, but his brain that was about to explode did not allow him to do such a move.

So, in the eyes of those Death Eaters who were still kneeling down, they respected the Dark Lord, who was as respected as God, lay in his own vomit (bread and fried eggs for breakfast), and sat ups back and forth.

To some extent, Harry Potter is probably more vicious than that of Mr. John Constantine.
Chapter completed!