themonasnovels Chapter 317 Prisoner of Azkaban
Chapter 317 Prisoner of Azkaban
Chapter 317 Prisoner of Azkaban
Central North Sea,
There is a perennial storm gathering place.
This is not only a forbidden place for muggles, but also a forbidden place for wizards.
Because there is a small island in the middle of the sea, and there is a prison on the island-Azkaban.
July,
The storm reached its peak throughout the year, and the strong wind engulfed the sea, sweeping the island one after another, as if it was about to wash down the black rock prison.
In the storm clouds, a black carriage that resembled a hearse cut through the sky and flew towards the island.
Pulling the cart are seven Thestrals!
An Auror turned the reins and commanded the Thestrals to descend from the rainstorm, and the wheels of the wagon skimmed the water, making huge splashes.
With the carriage as the center of the circle, a magnificent splash suddenly bloomed on the sea.
A gust of wind suddenly picked up and huge waves hit, preventing the carriage from approaching the island.
A huge iron lock broke through the sea like a black python.
The more than 200-meter-long iron cable began to soar over the sea, twisting a huge arc in the blink of an eye, like a scorpion wagging its tail, and firmly nailed to the rocks of the island, causing flames to scatter all over the place.
Under the traction of the iron chain, the carriage finally docked slowly.
The car door opened, and a wizard stepped out. He was short and squat, with well-groomed gray hair.
He was wearing a pinstriped suit, bright red tie, long black cape, and purple pointed boots.
He wore a dark green top hat on his head, and after a gust of wind, the top hat flew away.
Behind him, there were more than a dozen Aurors.
"Oh, Merlin." Fudge stepped on the solid ground with both feet, and the discomfort of motion sickness finally subsided a little.
"The weather is awful, isn't it, Lucius?"
"Yes, Mr. Minister." Beside Fudge, stood a man with light blond hair.
"So, I'm really curious about your coming here."
Fudge walked towards the prison, without him saying a word, immediately a group of Aurors took the lead to communicate with the dementors.
He didn't want to be eaten by dementors.
"If I remember correctly, this is your second application to come to Azkaban, right?
The last time your wife came, I remember last summer vacation..."
"Yes, Mr. Minister, you have a wonderful memory."
Malfoy felt a little cold, and he wrapped himself in an ornate cloak.
"I'm sure you also know that my wife, Cissy, is a child of the Black family. As Bella's own sister, she wants to visit her sister out of reason.
It was time for Sissy to come this time too, but she was sick, so I had to come to visit the prison, and I was also Bella's brother-in-law. "
"But we all know . . . it's better to stay away from the Death Eaters," said Fudge uneasily.
"Of course, no one hates Death Eaters more than I do." Malfoy drew his voice.
"But a pure-blood family like ours... the noble connection in the blood is always difficult to let go, isn't it?"
"That's a good statement." Fudge smiled.
"But it's best not to let Dumbledore hear it. He won't like you with pure blood on your lips, and he won't allow you to visit Death Eaters."
"But, I thought you were the minister, didn't you?" Malfoy had a gloomy look in his eyes.
"We all know that Dumbledore is great, but he's too lenient!
The principal should have the consciousness of a principal and not meddle in other people's business. "
"Lucius, I know, you are dissatisfied with Dumbledore." Fudge pretended not to understand Malfoy's provocation.
"He united with other wizards and kicked you from the position of school manager."
"He drove me away because he knew that I would oppose Hagrid as a teacher!" Malfoy quibbled.
"Look, who are the teachers Dumbledore is looking for...smugglers, Death Eaters, dark wizards, liars.
He also wanted Hagrid, a criminal, to be a teacher in protecting magical animals.
I think it's important to keep my son Draco out of this class, I don't want him to get hurt. "
Fudge coughed and said, "Although I don't like Hagrid either, he has cleared his grievances."
"Then let's not talk about Hagrid. Weasley's son almost killed my son. Dumbledore hasn't given me an answer yet, you know..."
Fudge waved his hand and interrupted: "Lucius, Dumbledore is the headmaster after all, and I don't care about school affairs.
I'm still the same advice, don't get involved with these Death Eaters.We all know You-Know-Who is dead and these Death Eaters have no future! "
Malfoy nodded, he didn't want to get involved, what he wanted was the gold from Gringotts.
Otherwise, who is free to travel to Azkaban?
Fudge continued: "Lucius, care more about our Ministry of Magic than the Death Eaters.
Merlin, can you believe it?
When we came to Azkaban, we still took an old-fashioned carriage like a Thestral... There were many bumps along the way... It's a pity that this year's budget is not enough..."
Hearing the minister's hint, Malfoy felt a little cold, and wrapped his cloak tightly again.
"What's the matter, Lucius?"
"It's nothing." Malfoy showed a struggling expression, and he said painfully:
"The transportation of the Ministry of Magic is really behind... How about I donate some Galleons, how about it?"
"It's so generous!" Fudge grabbed Malfoy's hand and said in surprise, "Lucius, you are so generous, I don't even know what to say.
You are the conscience of the wizarding world! "
With a bad conscience, Malfoy doesn't know, he just feels a little pain in his heart!
"Let's go and see that crazy woman Bellatrix." Fudge was in a good mood.
"She's your sister-in-law? Then I'll give you half an hour to get along, just the two of you, in a separate room, how about it?"
"Thank you so much." Malfoy smiled, "I hope to see Sirius Black again.
He was my wife's favorite cousin back then. "
Fudge glanced at Malfoy and nodded.
A few people walked along a rock-paved road to Azkaban Prison.
This is a triangular building, occupying most of the area of the island, and the space inside the building is expanded with the No Trace Stretching Charm.
Guaranteed to accommodate all convicts in the UK.
Not long after walking, a group of creatures appeared in the corridor. They were about three meters tall, wearing black hooded cloaks, and their bodies were gray. They looked like carrion corpses.
They slithered across the ground, gleaming hands protruding from their cloaks, grey, gaunt and scabbed, trailing a pile of shriveled wizard corpses behind them.
The dementors felt the happiness of this group of people, especially the two people in the crowd, like fireflies in the dark night, bright and dazzling.
The dementors took a deep breath, long and slow, with a posture like that of an old smoker who hasn't touched a cigarette for a long time.
Even secondhand smoke can make them restless.
"What are they doing?" Malfoy suppressed his nausea.
"What to do with the dead bodies in the prison," said Fudge: "So many wizards die every day, and the dementors are behind the prison, building a mass grave.
They need to leave the body there. "
"Lucius." There was a hint of coldness in Fudge's voice.
"No matter what your purpose of coming here is, I must remind you... No one can live healthy and healthy while being sucked by a dementor."
"The prisoners in Azkaban are a bunch of lunatics! This is also the cruelest...torture in the magic world."
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(Ask for a monthly ticket at the end of the month.
Thank you "Hellcat" for your reward. )
(End of this chapter)