Chapter 128 - 128 Voldemort: The undercover agent is actually myself?

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Voldemort: The undercover agent is actually myself?

Lucius was shocked, thinking that his contact with Dracula had been exposed.

"Master, there must be a traitor among us!" He said tremblingly, "I will definitely help you find the traitor, believe me... Master..."

"But why can't the traitor be you?" Voldemort put his face close to Lucius, and his breath almost blew the hairs on Lucius' face, "I heard... you had several encounters with Dracula a while ago, am I right?"

Lucius' hair stood on end, and he shook his head with all his strength.

"I really didn't betray you, Master!" He shouted tremblingly, "I don't know how Dracula got the authority to appoint and dismiss the board of directors. In order to maintain my status as a board of directors, I had to flatter him, Master!"

"Master... Yaxley's father has lost his position on the board of directors because he offended Dracula. We can't have no board of directors among our Death Eaters... This is for our common cause!"

Voldemort stared at Lucius with his scarlet eyes, and finally sneered after a long time.

"I know you, Lucius. You always like to be a fence-sitter and you really don't have the courage to betray." He said, "So... our traitor is someone else?"

"Yes... it must be like this..." Lucius was racking his brains frantically under the pressure of life and death, "I know, Master, the only people who have the opportunity to spread our message are those in Hogwarts! The undercover among us must be..."

"Enough." Voldemort suddenly interrupted him, "There are other guests here, do you want to tell the Ministry of Magic about our information?"

Then, he lowered his voice in Lucius' ear and said, "And according to what you mean... the undercover is actually my own clone?"

Lucius immediately closed his mouth, sweating profusely.

"Well, now that the matter has been exposed, we definitely don't have much time." Voldemort said softly, "How long has it been since you fought with the Ministry of Magic, my dear Death Eaters?"

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time, Master!" Nott immediately stood up and expressed his loyalty earnestly, "My wand has been thirsty for a long time!"

"Very good, Nott." Voldemort raised the corners of his twisted mouth and said in a cold tone, "Then you will lead our Death Eaters to stop those damn Aurors of the Ministry of Magic."

The battle is about to start!

A sword-like spell cut through the night like lightning, followed by a terrible sound of spell shooting. It was like a heavy rain like a waterfall falling horizontally, but it was more spectacular than a waterfall rushing down, and more gorgeous than a dense rain of bullets.

On the rare bright island of Azkaban, Voldemort walked towards the Ministry of Magic members opposite him step by step, facing the rain of spells, neither fast nor slow.

However, no Auror dared to stand in front of Voldemort, and no spell was cast in the direction of Voldemort.

The Aurors were all shaking their hands, pretending not to see the bald figure who was extremely conspicuous in the light of the spells, and they all went to other Death Eaters, and no matter how Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, shouted, it was useless.

Scrimgeour cursed inwardly and stood in front of Voldemort himself.

"Rufus Scrimgeour... I'm curious, if you and Amelia Bones, the two heads of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, died on this isolated island, how would the Ministry of Magic react." Voldemort smiled coldly.

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to waste with you now, so I'll let you live a few more days."

"Do you really think you can win?" Scrimgeour raised his wand, his face extremely solemn, "I won't let you pass!"

"Tsk--" Voldemort looked at Scrimgeour's actions and laughed disdainfully, "Is it because I've been away for too long that you've forgotten me... How come anyone dares to stand in front of me now?"

He played with his wand boringly, not taking Scrimgeour seriously at all.

Scrimgeour shook his wand angrily, and a dazzling red light immediately shot out from the tip of his wand in the direction of Voldemort.

However, facing such a spell, Voldemort didn't even look up, but just shook his wand casually, and the red light flew to the side.

The flying red light hit an Auror standing near Scrimgeour, knocking him unconscious immediately.

The battle was reduced in an instant!

Faced with the strong pressure from Voldemort, Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, also came over and stood side by side with Scrimgeour.

"Hold him, we have to hold him back." Bones turned his head and whispered to Scrimgeour, "Dumbledore has known about this for a long time, he should be here soon."

Scrimgeour nodded gently.

"You ask even though you know the answer!" Moody said irritably, "If you want to fight, just fight, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

"Very good--" Voldemort's face sank, "You are indeed stronger than the two before, and you seem to be a qualified opponent."

The next second, without any signs, the two raised their wands at the same time-

Countless spells shot out from the two wands at a rapid speed, like a long whip whipping the wind between the two people, like countless beams cutting the fog around Azkaban!

In the continuous sound of breaking wind, combined with the eerie gurgling sound of the surrounding Dementors when they inhaled, it seemed as if there were bursts of ghostly cries on this isolated island.

Finally, all the colorful spells disappeared.

Two people, one red and one green, entangled with each other, like two glowing snakes wrestling in the air.

Moody's face was ferocious, and he used up all his strength, almost injecting all his magic power into the wand in his hand, just to gain a little advantage in the confrontation of spells.

Opposite Moody, Voldemort looked at ease and relaxed.

"Alastor, after so many years, I actually want to fight you again, and then kill you, the legendary Auror, myself..." Voldemort chuckled, but said cruel words, "But I really don't have time to play with you today."

He raised his left hand again, and divided some of the magic power to the slender fingers of his left hand like spider legs.

Then, Voldemort pointed his left hand forward, and a powerful repelling spell hit Moody!

Moody flew backwards and hit the marble wall of Azkaban Fortress heavily, even creating a thin crack on the solid wall.

"Cough cough..."

Moody coughed and struggled to get up, but found that one of his wooden legs had been broken in the collision just now, and he could only stand on one foot by holding the wall.

Although his ten fingers were trembling, the wand in his hand never fell out of his hand.

"Do you still want to struggle, Alastor?" Voldemort showed a devilish smile——

"Expelliarmus!"

Moody's wand was finally thrown into the sky, like a discarded branch, and fell on the muddy ground of the island.

And this legendary Auror, who lost his wand and was seriously injured, was just an old man with weak body...

"Even you, the legendary Auror, have fallen. No one will come to stop me now, right?" Voldemort laughed, "If you ask me, apart from you, there is really no one in your Ministry of Magic who can fight..."

"Who said that!"

Just then, a crisp voice sounded behind Voldemort.

Voldemort turned around and saw a young witch with violet hair nervously holding her wand with both hands. In the extremely nervous situation, her hand holding the wand did not tremble at all.

"Tonks, what are you doing here?!" Moody was shocked and shouted anxiously, "Didn't I tell you to leave here? You dare to disobey the instructor's order. Don't you want to be a formal Auror?!"

"I... I am the first in the practical test among the trainee Aurors. Don't... don't underestimate me!" Tonks looked at Moody with a very firm look and said with some stammering, "I want to prove to the You-Know-Who that the Ministry of Magic is not a place where no one can fight!"

The next second, she suddenly cast a very good Stunning Spell.

However, the gap between her and the Dark Lord was too big. This spell that worked very well for her was picked aside by Voldemort.

"Hehehe..." Voldemort laughed sinisterly, "Tonks, huh? What an interesting little girl."

He suddenly turned to look at Moody, "Alastor, guess... If I kill you, an interesting student, will you, a cold-blooded Auror, feel sad?"

"You dare?!" Moody shouted loudly, but anyone could see that he was timid.

"What am I afraid of?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand——

"Avada Kedavra!"