Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 63 Welcome to Azkaban
Azkaban was established after the [International Statute of Secrecy] came into effect.

People at the time found it impractical to use small wizarding prisons, as prisoners attempting to escape would often make sounds, smells and lights that attracted the attention of Muggles.

After several twists and turns, in 1718, the North Sea island where the dementors lived was chosen as a prison by the then Minister of Magic Damocles Rolle.

From then on, Azkaban was born, criminals in the British wizarding world had a home, and Hogwarts had a fifth branch hundreds of years after the death of its four deans.

Quirrell hadn't been here, and neither had Voldemort, but they had the opportunity because the "Dementors into the training camp plan" passed.

It is not easy to do all this. First of all, it is the safe use of dementors. Several professors jointly researched and discussed, and finally found a solution.

The second is how to pass the review of the school board. Of course, these money-giving boys have no rights in the school, but sending such a dangerous thing to the school gives them a good reason to refuse.

Everyone thought that Malfoy would be a big trouble, maybe he would make Dumbledore compromise through this matter, but unexpectedly, he didn't.

"A wise decision." He said so at the school council meeting. "Let those Muggle-born wizards know that the wizarding world is not safe, and maybe they will leave as soon as possible."

The pure-blood talk is hated by people, but the school directors are all pure-blood, and few people express dissatisfaction with his talk-when a group of pure-bloods are together, everyone doesn't even bother to put on a show.

Dumbledore was of course dissatisfied with these remarks, but in order to pass the proposal smoothly, he did not ask for trouble.

So, a group of pure-blood directors miraculously passed the proposal with the idea of ​​intimidating Muggle wizards—the professors thought it was ridiculous, and they knew that Muggle wizards were not cowards.

The proposal was approved, and the directors worked hard, and soon the Ministry of Magic also passed the review, and then the school had to send someone to Azkaban to find a suitable dementor.

It was originally planned that Professor McGonagall and Quirrell would come, but something happened in the middle of the week-Harry Potter showed his extraordinary talent for riding a broom.

Professor McGonagall, who was obsessed with Quidditch, was distracted, and she voluntarily abstained, so Flitwick took over the task, which Voldemort thought was a good arrangement.

With Professor McGonagall, Voldemort felt very uncomfortable, because Professor McGonagall had a too close relationship with Lao Deng, and Voldemort had to pay attention to his words and deeds when he was with her.

But Flitwick is much worse. He has goblin blood, although he respects and supports Dumbledore, he is not a Gryffindor faction, let alone a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

As for the "Harry broom incident", Voldemort is also concerned-he must determine Draco's status, because he is destined to be an important member of the Death Eaters.

It turned out not bad, Draco was smart about it, it wasn't him who teased Harry, but his two minions.

Of course Voldemort was 100% sure that they had been instigated by Draco, but he still felt that Draco had done a good job.

What he needs is a capable Death Eater, not a good boy. Is it better to let Draco be soft-hearted and righteous at critical moments like in the book?

Don't make trouble, I'm Voldemort, the big villain, okay?

Don't think I'm a good person just because I act harmless.

friendzoned?
Visa refusal.

Voldemort, who was in a good mood, went out to sea with Flitwick, and ran to Azkaban full of expectations, and then... was arranged by the old bee.

The sea wind is very strong, and the wooden hull cannot give people a sense of security, but this is not the reason why Voldemort is in a bad mood. What makes him unhappy is the "second brother" not far away...

"It is said that dark wizards created dementors. Is this true? Moody, do you know?" Professor Flitwick was in a good mood, and asked Voldemort's "Second Brother" with his head raised.

"do not know."

Moody replied indifferently, one eye was looking straight ahead, and the other magic eye murmured for a long time, and finally looked at Voldemort not far away, forcing a smile on his terrifying face.

The second brother smiles, life and death are unpredictable, the left eye is on guard, the right eye is on guard...

"You're curious about me, Quirrell, what are you curious about?" Moody asked loudly in a hoarse voice—his tone was so tough that it sounded like he was about to fight someone.

"Hey, Moody, come on, he's a kid."

Before Voldemort could answer, Flitwick jumped out and said, "Everyone who sees you for the first time will be curious, don't scare him, he is a good boy."

Disdain appeared on Moody's face, it was hard for him to make such an expression with a face full of scars and missing a piece of nose.

"The current wizards are all soft-headed, and the wizards in the past were not like this."

He complained loudly, took out the wine bottle on his waist and took a sip, "Qiro, if you have any questions, speak out loudly, I will not kill you, before you become a dark wizard."

Flitwick patted his head helplessly, looked at Voldemort and shook his head slightly, signaling him not to mess with the grumpy former Auror.

"Don't think I can't see it." Moody put away the bottle, pointed to his magic eye and said, "It's been on guard all the time."

"I'm just curious about the magic eye, how does it work?" Voldemort said without waiting for Flitwick to interject again, "Is the world it sees real? Or is it different from normal eyes?"

Faced with a series of questions from Voldemort, Moody was not angry. He first laughed heartily, and then said: "When you are blinded by the powerful eye curse, you will have a chance to experience it."

Voldemort shrugged his shoulders and curled his lips, expressing that he was not interested in this - I am the Dark Lord on horseback, not a black pirate, so what are you doing blind in one eye?
"In the black and gray world, there are many things that cannot be seen clearly, but the truth and danger can be seen." Moody finally said something that Voldemort was interested in, but he didn't say much.

"The magic eye is a big category in ancient alchemy. Using it will consume mana continuously. If it is not necessary, it is better not to use it." Seeing that Voldemort was still curious, Flitwick explained to him.

"Thank you Dean, I don't want to have the opportunity to use it, I'm just curious."

Voldemort finished speaking with a smile, turned his head, and saw a thick fog in the distance where the sky and the earth meet.

"Azkaban."

Moody obviously also saw the thick fog in the distance, and he said, "That is our destination, welcome to Azkaban, I captured many people here."

There was a ferocious smile on his face, and it could be seen that he was proud of it.

There are a lot of my Death Eaters there... looking away from Moody's face, thought Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)