Altar of the Heavens of Harry Potter

Canaan ignored Millicent's misery, and with a move of his wand, Millicent's body was immediately hung upside down in the air, and he waved his limbs in panic, like a monkey being hung up.

"Tell me what you know. I'm not blind. You seem to have been talking to Voldemort for a long time."

"I said, all I know is that Samuel is helping Voldemort. They seem to have another plan. That Death Eater named Bella is to inform Samuel." Millicent panted, his voice rising and falling. .

Samuel? It really was him!

Canaan frowned slightly. He also guessed that there was someone behind Voldemort who supported him. Now it seems that this person may be Samuel.

However, Canaan did not believe Millicent's words 100%, after all, it might be a smoke bomb released by Voldemort.

"Mr. Blaine, can you let me down? My body is failing, and it's uncomfortable to speak now." Millicent supported his neck and tried his best to raise his head, so as to relieve the tinnitus and brain swelling caused by standing on his head for a long time. A blinding condition.

Canaan nodded, and put Millicent down with his wand.

"Canaan, I'm going back to Hogwarts first, and I'll leave this place to you." Dumbledore said after thinking for a while, worried about the safety of the school.

Seeing Dumbledore Apparate disappear, Canaan put his wand on Millicent's forehead.

"Brian, what do you want to do?" Millicent asked in horror.

"It's just to make you forget some unpleasant memories." Canaan said with a smile. He first pulled out a cloud of white mist from Millicent's memory, and then deleted all of Millicent's memories about magic.

He was going to send Millicent to a Muggle nursing home, where he would be left to fend for himself.

After all, Millicent still has some influence among pure-bloods. If Voldemort uses it, it will cause a lot of trouble to Canaan.

However, he found that all of Millicent's memories were related to magic. After this amnestic was removed, he believed that Millicent might become an idiot.

After the amnestic was removed, Millicent collapsed on the ground like an idiot, with glistening saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Dad, Mom, I want to eat... milk... milk."

Canaan smiled helplessly,

Millicent's memory seems to have been deleted a bit by him, and his IQ may have been deleted until he was two or three years old.

After handing Millicent over to a few Aurors, Canaan had time to look at the memories extracted from Millicent's mind.

This is all the memories from Voldemort's appearance in Azkaban to the present.

Canaan wanted to judge Voldemort's intentions from Voldemort's actions and words.

 …

in memory:

In the dark and damp prison, from Millicent's perspective, the few dementors who had been watching outside were a little restless.

what happened?

Millicent got up off the hard stone slab and pressed his head against the railing, trying to figure out what was going on outside.

"Master, I never betrayed you." A terrified voice reached Millicent's ear.

But the sound didn't last long before it was replaced by screams.

"Master, please forgive me..."

Millicent, who was no stranger to jinxes, knew it was the sound of being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

Owner?

Could it be that Voldemort is back?

Millicent was a little anxious. If Voldemort really came back, he might die too. After all, he imprisoned most of the Death Eaters here. He had done a lot to fight against Voldemort back then.

The screams outside continued, and more and more, it seemed that Voldemort was punishing those who betrayed him back then.

However, it didn't take long for these screams to disappear one by one.

At this time, there was a commotion.

"Catch him, that black dog!"

"Master, that dog is the kid from the Black family. He killed many of us back then."

"He ran out onto the patio!"

Then a green light flashed, and with the screams of dogs, the empty prison fell into dead silence again.

Millicent wiped the sweat from his brow, restless.

He personally interrogated the Sirius case, and he personally imprisoned Sirius. In his opinion, this person had lost all the face of the pure blood, so he did not reduce the sentence because Sirius was the only child of the Black family.

However, it now appears that Sirius may have been wronged.

Before Millicent could think for long, the sound of footsteps outside came slowly.

"Minister Millicent?"

A young Voldemort appears outside the prison.

"Tom?" Millicent opened his mouth in disbelief. This Voldemort turned out to be what he looked like when he was a student.

Could it be that he really came back from the resurrection?

Voldemort smiled, glanced around Millicent and said, "It seems that you haven't forgotten me, but you seem to be in a bit of a panic now."

"It's just... the failure of the political competition. What are you doing here? I didn't kill you all back then. I just did it according to the normal Ministry of Magic regulations." Millicent said with a shrug.

"Of course, I would also like to thank you for locking all my subordinates here, saving me a lot of effort." With that said, Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Millicent.

Millicent waved his hands: "Wait! Tom, I'm still useful to you. I know you want to kill Dumbledore, and I want to kill him too. He's the one who locked me up here."

"Oh, what can you do?" Voldemort asked with interest.

Seeing Voldemort slowly put down his wand, Millicent breathed a sigh of relief: "If there is a riot in Azkaban, the Minister of Magic will definitely come over, and then we just need to ambush here and kill him." one strike."

Voldemort smiled, and threw a wand to Millicent's feet, "Dumbledore is on his way now, remember to behave yourself."

"Already on the way?" Millicent asked in surprise as he picked up his wand.

After thinking about it, he guessed that Voldemort must have planted people among the Aurors.

"By the way, Tom, I still have some men who are also imprisoned in Azkaban. I can persuade them to help you deal with Dumbledore."

"Very well, but you'd better be quick, or there won't be many of them left."

 …

After reading Millicent's memory, Canaan realized that his punishment for Millicent was still too light.

It is better to kill some enemies, otherwise, as long as they have a breath, they will come out like a poisonous snake when they can breathe.

Then Canaan came to Azkaban, where the Aurors, led by Kingsley, were checking for survivors.

"How is it, Kingsley?" Canaan asked.

"Nothing was found. The people here are all dead, and many of them were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and then killed by the Killing Curse," Kingsley explained.

Canaan nodded and came to a dead body struggling. He was Millicent's subordinate, a Muggle-born wizard.

There were many traces of torture on his body, and it seemed that he must have suffered very severe torture before his death.

"Did you find a black dog?" Canaan raised his head and asked.

"Black dog? I only found a few black dog hairs and a pool of blood on the roof." Kingsley returned.

Only dog ​​hair? no body?

Is Sirius not dead.

"Have you found the nearby sea area?" Canaan flew to the rooftop and asked looking at the roaring waves around him.

"I have searched with magic, and found nothing?"

Canaan narrowed his eyes, recalling the strength of the spell that hit Sirius at that time, thinking about the possibility of Sirius surviving.

"Brian, what do we need to do with the remaining Death Eaters?" Kingsley asked.

"Let's knock them unconscious first, and bring them into the interrogation room of the Ministry of Magic. It's still safe there, and I'll find them a suitable place later." Canaan thought for a while and said.

He is going to rebuild a high-tech prison in Dragon Valley to detain criminals.

After Kingsley left, Canaan looked at the vast sea and sighed.

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