Chapter 142 Prison Break! Azkaban

"Come out, Bellatrix."

Maca shook her wand lightly, scattered the dust around her with a wave, looked coldly at the desolate woman who had shrunk inside, and said calmly.

"What are you going to do!" Bellatrix flicked her long hair, staring at Maca with a pair of red eyes, with crazy colors flashing in her pupils.

"Don't you want to come out?" Maca asked coldly.

He doesn't even need to pretend, in his current state, with a sullen and expressionless appearance, he is just like a big... er, little villain who ignores all life.

Although he has been growing his body recently, his childish appearance fully exposed his age.

"Of course I want to!" Bellatrix stood up abruptly, but kept staring at Maca's wand with a fearful expression, "I've been waiting all the time...waiting for the master to pick me up! I've always believed that The master will surely come! He will not forget his faithful servant!"

"But... why did you let me out?" She had a fierce look on her face, looking at Maca as if she was looking at something extremely dangerous, and she was on guard every second.

Maca took a step towards the cell door, with a cold smile on his face.

"Although I don't care what your master is going to do, there is no doubt that he has returned—"

"What! Really? Where is he?" Bellatrix was shocked by the news. She didn't even care that Maca was exuding a dangerous aura, and grabbed Maca as if pounced on him. Card sleeves.

"I'm here to take you to see him..." Maca didn't care about the dirty hands that were tightly grasping his sleeves, he just said casually, "Do you want to see him? Want to go back to him --"

"Oh, I mean... Tom Riddle."

"How dare you call Lord Dark Lord by his name! This is unforgivable—!" Bellatrix reached out and wanted to slap Maca on the face.

However, in the next moment, she was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall heavily.

"Then call him the Dark Lord..." Maca said indifferently, "The name is just a code name—in my opinion, a person who randomly changes his 'real name'...huh..."

"Okay, follow up!" Maca stopped talking,

As soon as he turned around, he walked to the other end of the corridor first.

Not long after, when Maca appeared at the gate of the fortress of Azkaban, many people had already gathered behind him. Most of them look sick, it seems that "happiness" has been away from them for a long, long time...

But even so, the basic judgment of these guys is still somewhat remnant. If it is said that they can last so long in Azkaban, which of these people is not a strong-willed one?

However, when they watched Maca slap those dementors away with a wave of his hand, they didn't even use their wands. Whether it's the crazy ones or the rational ones, they can't help being afraid of him.

In their view, Maca is simply a new generation of Dark Lord—even though Voldemort will always be an irreplaceable master in their hearts, the fear of power has left a deep impression on them like instinct.

"boom!"

Without saying a word, Maca raised his wand and released a bright flame, which exploded in the sky in an instant, tearing apart the endless night sky above Azkaban.

In an instant, two figures, one large and one small, fluttered their wings from the distant sky. When they got closer, everyone realized that they were actually a Hippogriff and a surprisingly large owl.

It was the eagle horse Buckbeak and his owl Mafa who were rescued by Maca.

On Buckbica's paws, a large package was being carried, Maca removed the fire light as a signal, and cast a levitating spell to fetch the package.

"One by one, follow me to the Quidditch World Cup match site," Maca said with a sneer, "Let's all have a good time! I think your master will like it."

The package was opened, and a bunch of broomsticks and a number of identical looking new wands were scattered on the floor with a clatter.

"For the Lord Dark Lord!" Bellatrix yelled frantically, and there was a burst of frenzied cries all around her.

There are dark clouds gathering in the distant sky. It seems that the torrential rain that has just stopped is about to descend on Azkaban again.

...

At this moment, Harry and the others were walking with difficulty along the dark and damp path towards the village. There was silence all around, only the sound of their own footsteps could be heard.

As they passed through the village, the sky gradually became brighter, and the original darkness gradually turned into a deep blue.

Harry's hands and feet were frozen. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

They began to climb the ferret mountain, stumbling over a hidden rabbit hole from time to time, or slipping on the black, sticky grass blades, unable to speak at all.

Every time Harry took a breath, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and his legs were gradually unable to move, and at this moment, he finally found his feet on the flat ground.

"Yo," panted Mr. Weasley, taking off his glasses, wiping them off with his jersey, "yes, we got there on time - ten minutes to go!"

Luna was the last to reach the top, and she looked a little weak - although Hermione, who was just ahead of her, didn't seem much better.

"Now we just need to find the Portkey," said Mr. Weasley, putting on his glasses and squinting his eyes to look at the ground. "It won't be very big... Just look for it..."

Everyone was about to spread out to look for it, but Luna pointed out.

"there."

"Oh! That's right!" Mr. Weasley turned his head and saw an old boot lying on the grass, "Miss Lovegood, your eyes are really sharp...I think, if you go to participate in Quidditch The team must also be an excellent seeker!"

At this time, on the other side of the mountain top, the starry night sky set off two tall figures.

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling and striding up to the man who had called him.

The others followed quickly.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard who held what looked like an old musty boot in his other hand.

"Let me introduce you. This is Amos Diggory," said Mr. Weasley. "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is his son Cedric, I suppose you all know him? "

Cedric Diggory, current captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team - they all knew each other, of course.

It can be said that many people are secretly grateful to this captain! Because when he took office, the "point-splitting madman" McLean finally stopped playing-everyone was guessing whether he had any grievances with Maca!

"Hi, hello," said Cedric, looking back at everyone.

Everyone said "Hi", even Fred and George, the two Gryffindor Quidditch team members, said hello naturally.

Although Cedric can be considered a strong seeker, his performance is nothing compared to Maca.

"Walk far, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"Well," said Mr. Weasley, "we live on the other side of the village. How about you?"

"He's up at two o'clock, isn't he, Ced? I'll tell you the truth, I wish he'd passed his Apparation exam earlier. But... nothing to complain about... the Quidditch World Cup, don't miss it, even if A pocket of galleons—in fact, it did cost that much to buy a ticket. But I managed to deal with it, and it's not too difficult..." Amos Diggory looked kindly at Wei Wei around him. The three Sly brothers, Harry, Hermione and Ginny, "Arthur, are these your children?"

"Oh, no, the one with red hair." Mr. Weasley introduced one by one. "This is Hermione, Ron's friend—this is Harry, and Ron's friend—"

"My God," Amos' eyes widened, and he even interrupted Mr. Weasley's introduction of Luna, "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Um - yes," said Harry.

Harry was used to people staring at him curiously when they first met him, and to their immediate gaze on the scar on his forehead, but it always made him uncomfortable.

"Cede talked about you, of course," said Amos Diggory. "He told us about his race with you last year. . . When you're old enough to tell your grandchildren, it's amazing...you beat Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't know how to respond, so he said nothing. Fred and George frowned again.

"Harry fell off the broom, Dad," Cedric muttered in a low voice with an embarrassed look on his face, "and, most of the points scored that day were due to McClain's activity..."

"Yeah, but you didn't fall off, did you?" Amos exclaimed affectionately, patting his son on the back, "Our Seid is always so modest and always a gentleman...but Whoever wins is always the best, and I'm sure Harry would say the same, wouldn't he? As for that McClane, he obviously doesn't score as many points as you!"

"If Maca was the Seeker, the game would be over in the blink of an eye..." Hermione couldn't help muttering, "Well, I mean...that's not much fun, is it?"

"It's almost time," said Mr. Weasley quickly, taking out his pocket watch again. "Do you know who we're waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the Fawcetts didn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There's no one else in the area, is there?"

"Not as far as I know," said Mr. Weasley. "Well, there's one more minute. . . We should all be in our places . . . "

At 5:07, the people who put their fingers on the old boot disappeared in the blink of an eye as the space shrank.