On the desolate island housing Azkaban, a charm tore through reality. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the barrier surrounding the island shattered like fragile glass. Immediately after, hurried and heavy footsteps echoed through the empty corridors, every single step crushing the silence and despair of this place.
Lucius, dressed in a crisp black robe and wearing a mask, walked at the very front of the procession. The tip of his Wand swayed gently, leading a group of Death Eaters, all clad in black robes and bearing grim expressions. Like ghosts returned from Hell, they smashed through line after line of defense.
"For the Dark Lord!"
Chapter 235