Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Without the help of boats or other means of transportation, a man in a black robe suddenly appeared on the coastline and stepped onto the island within the range of Azkaban.

Waves hit the beach walls and rocks wantonly, making a rumbling sound. This may be the most common sound among islands deep in the sea.

He randomly looked at the granite castle-like building in front of him. The towering fortress was daunting. Most criminals were held in it and could only taste the almost infinite despair.

"I'm here, my loyal subordinates." The man whispered, "I have come to rescue you. As a reward for your loyalty, you will receive the supreme glory and my respect."

Voldemort, he came to robbery, or in other words, to reorganize his power.

He has never been imprisoned by Azkaban, but his knowledge of this place is not ignorant, on the contrary, he has a thorough understanding of it.

Azkaban has existed since the 15th century, and its construction dates back to an earlier period. It was originally not a prison, but as a residence for a wizard.

The wizard called himself Ekrizdis, an extremely powerful and crazy dark wizard. He seduced, tortured, and killed Muggle sailors in the sea for pleasure. For this reason, he even raised a group of sea monsters. --Sirens.

Their singing is like a natural sound, even the veils in the wizarding world are half inferior, which can make the best navigators get lost in the course and make them run on the rocks and destroyed.

The wizards use their power to capture Muggles. Day after day, year after year, the banshees are also happy to see it happen. This seems to be their destiny, and fulfilling their instincts is enough to make them happy and satisfied.

But one day, this rule was broken.

Like all vulgar love stories, they fell in love with a sailor on the deck at first sight. They gave up their singing and chose silence.

The sailors on the ship had been prepared for a long time. He heard that there were charming sea monsters in this sea. Their singing was intoxicating wine but also deadly poison. So he plugged his ears with wax and tied himself with chains. On the mast.

But this is useless.

The siren’s singing can penetrate everything, and the enthusiasm of the seduced can smash things harder than chains and masts.

When the sailor passed the sea, he was even complacent. He saw the movements of the group of sea monsters. He thought they were singing, but he was already prepared.

The banshees' necks are turning, they are breathing deeply, eyes full of tears, mouths half open, but they are more beautiful than ever, stretching their limbs and waist, whirling, and spreading their fearsome hair. They flutter in the wind, holding their claws on the rocks.

How fascinating is the power of love.

But the sailor would never know for the rest of his life that there was a group of sea monsters who admired him on the endless sea.

The siren gained the fleeting love, but paid the price—they lost their singing ability forever.

The sailor also escaped under the release of the sea monsters

This made the dark wizard furious, and he killed all the sirens.

It was not until after his old age that the concealment spell he cast expired and the Ministry of Magic realized the existence of the island or the building.

There were dementors all over there at that time, and they guessed that maybe it was the desperate siren who died before, and the emotions that spread, attracted them.

Afterwards, the magic part was for two factions, and many authorities believed that Azkaban was an evil place, and it was better to destroy it.Others worry that if the dementors who occupy the castle are left homeless, the consequences will be severe.These creatures are already very powerful and cannot be killed.Many people fear that if they destroy the thriving habitat of the dementors, they will receive terrible revenge.The walls of this building seemed to be soaked in grief and pain, and the dementors insisted on staying here.Experts who study the relationship between architecture and dark magic believe that Azkaban himself may retaliate against anyone who tries to destroy it.For these reasons, this fortress was abandoned for many years and became the home of dementors.

Of course, these eventually fell apart when a dictator came to power. He forcibly promoted the construction of Azkaban prison. In this way, according to him, the dementors can be used like guards, saving department time, Reduce troubles and expenses.

However, those in power who followed, only saw the perfect record of the prison in terms of holding prisoners.

Azkaban, it continued.

And Voldemort came here today, the purpose is not simply to rob the prison, he also wants to go to him to instigate those evil creatures, let them turn back, for his own use.

He himself doesn’t know how to curse a god. This is one of the few magic he hasn’t dabbled in, but he doesn’t need it either. Voldemort himself represents the ultimate evil. He is the embodiment of fear and despair. The dementor almost treats him. invalid.

But looking at the now empty island with nothing but the castle, Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and he noticed something unusual.

Crowds of strange creatures stepped on a rumbling noise, crossed the sand, and rushed towards him.

There are tails that catch fire. They are the snails. This is the main force of Azkaban’s guards. As the number increases, their lethality increases geometrically. At this time, they are waving their giant tongs. , By their cruel nature, they have reached a temporary peace within their own group, which means their unprecedented unity, hunting against foreign invaders.

A terrifying water snake suddenly rose from the water not far away, and it was as thick as a bucket, making it intimidating. It shook its body and slammed into them.

The sturdy water column stirred up sprays in the sky and shot around. The flames at the tail of the snails were immediately extinguished. These creatures were dying in a blink of an eye, lying stiffly on the sand.

"Heh, vulnerable." Voldemort glanced at the creatures not far from death with disdain, and continued to walk towards the prisoner Azkaban's castle.

"Chichichi!" The old trees on the road on both sides of the trail seemed to feel the invasion of foreign enemies. They swayed their bodies excitedly, as if something was brewing, making strange noises.

"What a nasty trick." Voldemort's brows frowned again.

At this time, a sea breeze suddenly blew across the coastline. The tall ancient trees seemed to have spirituality. With the help of the wind, they bent their torso backwards, like a bow and arrow that is accumulating, as if they would break at any time.

Whoosh whoosh!

The wind stopped, almost at the same instant, they straightened their bodies again, releasing the power they had just accumulated.

With the help of the strength of the tree, the fruit launched a fierce attack on the invader.

It is a kind of fruit that looks very much like a coconut.At this time, it was like a round of cannonballs.

"Stab!"

Almost in an instant, the hard shell of the group of fruits shot at Voldemort all cracked a few holes, with a very anthropomorphic expression.

The stick figure-like eyes and mouth are very funny, and the angry eyes are very out of tune.

Voldemort felt a brutal greed from them.