I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"The bad news is that we're not included. It's said that the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald, escaped, causing a shortage of manpower in the British wizarding world, which is why prisoners with less than three months left on their sentences were released early."

Li Lin's eyes narrowed. He should have just named him and asked Grindelwald to come to Azkaban and get him out.

"This is a good thing, at least we can move to the upper floors."

Sirius tried to console himself, then realized, "You just said you were sentenced to death, and then what?"

"What death penalty?" Li Lin scratched the back of his head, forgetting what he was saying. "Please, you didn't actually take my joke seriously, did you?"

He was completely unaware that his jokes were not funny at all.

81. Sad news: Kizuna AI has ceased activities.

After watching the last prisoner, who had received a light sentence, board the ship bound for the British wizarding world, Barty Crouch Sr. turned his steely face and stared coldly at the striker who was reporting back to him.

"Any movement from those Death Eaters on the last level, Mr. Hale?"

The batter's name easily brings to mind the two brothers wearing only underwear on the refrigerator.

After being called upon by Barty Crouch Sr., he stood up abruptly, like a student caught daydreaming in class: "No, nothing amiss, Mr. Crouch."

Even though he was brainwashed and controlled by the Imperius Curse, Hale still harbored a deep fear of Barty Crouch Sr.

After all, not everyone is willing to risk sending their son to Azkaban and letting him die there, even if he is a Death Eater.

In the East, there is a tradition of protecting one's relatives; in the West, the importance of family is equally valued. While Barty Crouch's actions established his image as an upright and incorruptible figure, they also instilled fear in other wizards.

Everyone flocks to you because you've become Minister for Magic, and everyone wants a share of the profits. If you can treat your son like this today, you can treat your cronies and subordinates even worse tomorrow... Who can guarantee that they won't be the ones made an example of?

In the end, Galleon didn't get much money; instead, he became a model of bribery, was imprisoned, and it became one of Barty Crouch's achievements.

So, after his reputation plummeted because his son was a Death Eater, he was trampled underfoot a thousand times to ensure he could never recover.

Thus, Barty Crouch Sr., who was originally the most popular candidate to become Minister of Magic, became the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a seemingly prestigious position, but in reality, it ended his ambition to become Minister of Magic.

Barty Crouch's gaze swept over Hale, unaware that Hale was under the control of the Imperius Curse. Not to mention that the Imperius Curse's effects are invisible and imperceptible, this was Azkaban, where all wizard prisoners who entered had their wands confiscated... Trying to cast the Unforgivable Curse without a wand? Did you think he was Merlin reincarnated?

“In that case, Mr. Hale, move the remaining prisoners to the upper levels and let the lower levels serve as breeding grounds for the Dementors.”

Barty Crouch gave the order calmly, then turned and rose into the air like a phantom, disappearing from the place of sorrow.

No one knows how much pain Barty Crouch felt when his son was found to be a Death Eater. He forced himself to bear it all, while his wife wept day and night, begging Barty Crouch Sr. to take her to prison.

In Azkaban, his wife drank a polysaccharide that allowed her to transform into other people, becoming his son Barty Crouch Jr., and thus died in prison in his place.

Barty Crouch could only use the Imperius Curse to control his Death Eater son, who was fiercely loyal to Voldemort, and then put an invisibility cloak on him, making him "non-existent" in this world.

In Barty Crouch Sr.'s view, the Ministry of Magic's assignment of this task to him was undoubtedly a veiled humiliation, and leaving him here to revisit this place was nothing more than a warning and a mockery.

He didn't want to stay here a moment longer.

Fortunately, this is how British bureaucrats have always been; assigning tasks at every level has become their tradition, so no one found it strange.

"Quickly call your accomplices to come here and clock in."

Li Lin stood at the entrance to the lowest level of the dungeon, playing the role of a nucleic acid testing machine that had been subjected to the Soul-Stealing Curse.

The amazing thing about the spell system in the Harry Potter world is that most of them do not require much magic power. After being transformed into secret spells, as long as Li Lin's own spirit can hold on, the consumption of spiritual energy is not great.

After half an hour, all the strikers left here were controlled by Li Lin using the Soul-Stealing Curse.

"How are you?" Sirius asked worriedly, looking at Li Lin who was grinning foolishly.

"I'm fine." Li Lin wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his expression turning vicious. "If the heavens hadn't given birth to me, Riddle, the Dark Lord would have been shrouded in eternal darkness. Whoosh, Elder Wand, come!"

It's over, there's no hope.

Sirius Black put his hand to his forehead, unaware that this was Li Lin's normal state.

Li Lin brandished the wand he had forcibly confiscated, his brow furrowed slightly, and turned to look at Sirius: "Do you know of any spells with astonishing destructive power?"

"Destructive power... Confringo?"

Sirius Black also held a wand, but it wasn't very obedient to him, so he didn't dare to perform a spell for Li Lin. Instead, he had the controlled striker demonstrate the spell towards the sea while he explained it to him.

The striker, having taken his wand, turned and swung his arm at the reef protruding from the sea, shouting, "Confringo!"

A colorless white light shot out rapidly from the tip of the wand, splitting into all directions the instant it touched the reef. Orange flames, carrying a repulsive heat and power, created a massive impact.

The rock that was hit directly let out a terrible scream. The rock, which had stood firmly against the waves, disappeared in an instant. Even the waves of the sea were riddled with holes. After a few breaths, the aftershocks of the explosion formed a giant wave that crashed and shattered under the foundation of Azkaban prison.

"Thunderbolt Explosion is a type of blasting spell."

Sirius carefully chose his words, because he discovered that although Li Lin had unimaginable skill in the Unforgivable Curse, he knew nothing about some basic spells.

"Historically, this spell was first used in 1430 when the famous Albert Toussaint used it to defeat his opponent in the All England Wizarding Tournament. This scene was captured in the bonus illustrations for Chocolate Frog."

"This spell is directly linked to the wizard's own magic power. It can explode anything it touches, and it is extremely dangerous. Abuse of it can even be fatal... Of course, in terms of danger, it is far less dangerous than the Unforgivable Curse."

Sirius sighed, recalling his duel with Peter Pettigrew, when Peter used this very spell to destroy the entire street, killing more than a dozen Muggles in the explosion.

Even though he had spent several years in prison in Azkaban, Sirius Black was once a top student who graduated from Hogwarts with excellent grades. Some of the points about spells that needed to be noted became clear and simple in his explanation. When he got excited, he even used his hand as a staff to demonstrate to Li Lin in the air.

[Second-Tier Secret Technique: Thunderous Explosion]

[Level: Broken Chapter]

【Nature and Appearance: Cast】

Everything within sight was obliterated in the violent explosion; the intense heat destroyed not only the physical form but also the will. Here, we should not discuss creation, but rather embrace destruction.

【"Confringo"】

[Safe number of uses: 3]

During Sirius's explanation, a secret manual transformed from a magic spell appeared on Li Lin's table.

"Hmm, I see, I understand completely now." Li Lin gestured for Sirius and the Ministry of Magic's striker to change the spell to explain.

It doesn't matter whether he understands or not, as long as the system understands.

82 Prelude to the Feast

“The last spell… Fiendfyre.” Sirius shook his head. “Don’t let him explain it; these Ministry of Magic’s enforcers don’t know it.”

During this period, Li Lin had acquired about twenty or thirty secret manuals. The problem was that almost every manual had a limited number of safe uses. In the end, only the three unforgivable curses could be used without limit.

What's going on? Am I destined to be Azkaban's successor?

Li Lin stared at the Unforgivable Curse on the table, which had no usage restrictions, and fell into deep thought.

[Third-Tier Secret Technique: Heart-Piercing Bone-Scraping]

[Rank: Remnant]

[Sexual aspect: Cup]

Some forces attract temptation, and the essence of temptation is suffering, and every kind of suffering seems familiar.

【“crucio”】

After Sirius's words jolted him awake, Li Lin instinctively retorted, "You can do that?"

"I...I really don't know how to do that." Sirius retorted stubbornly, having gotten used to Li Lin's arguing by now. "But I've seen the Fiend Curse many times."

"The Black family has many research manuscripts on the Fiendfyre curse. It is pure black magic, but unlike the Unforgiven curse, it has a way to break free. The Fiendfyre curse is not difficult to cast; it can be cast with simple practice. The only requirement for the emotion is to emphasize the element of 'burning,' unlike the Unforgiven curse, which will distort one's mind."

Sirius Black had one hand in his pocket, and the salty sea breeze made his hair and beard dance wildly, like corn silk fluttering in the wind.

"But why is Fiendfire's destructive power so unparalleled?" Sirius asked himself, answering, "It's because it's closely related to the user's skill in using it!"

"If I were to cast the Fiendfyre curse, the most likely outcome would be playing with fire. But if it were Dumbledore, or the Man of Unknown... they could even transform Fiendfyre into animals, weapons, or shields. The Fiendfyre in their hands transcends the limitations of the spell itself."

“I still remember... I once saw a dark blue Fiendfyre in a photograph given to me by Nicolas Flamel. It is said to be the flame of the first Dark Lord Grindelwald. He could even use this flame, which burns everything, to determine whether his followers were loyal. Fiendfyre was just a toy in his hands.”

Sirius suddenly reached into his hair, fumbled around for a while, and pulled out a louse. He grimaced in disgust and flicked the louse into the sea.

He then took the wand from a passing striker, flicked his wrist in a smooth S-shape, and cast a spell on himself.

"Scourgify".

A white light emanated from the tip of the wand, which then grew increasingly intense, enveloping Sirius like a miniature sun.

"Oh no!" Before Sirius could even throw away his wand, the intense white light suddenly dissipated like a cloud.

Sirius's head fur became incredibly smooth, dense, and strong, hanging down to the ground like a poodle, and it continued to grow.

The disobedient wand seemed to be very unhappy with Sirius, and Sirius suddenly found himself in a crisis of excessive hair growth.

"Leave it to me!" Li Lin's eyes lit up, and he slapped Sirius on the forehead, exhaling and shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Don't......"

Sirius shuddered; even through his thick fur, he could see the intense green light.

He was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.

With this movement, his thick, smooth hair fell to his sides like two tattered rags. A sea breeze swept by, and Sirius shivered again.

In contrast to his previous state, Sirius's head now looks like a peeled hard-boiled egg.

He felt like he was about to pee.

"...I thought we were at least friends."