The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 668: It's all Fudge's fault

After inviting Lucius to eat that dinner at home, Fudge has asked his assistant to arrange a visit to Azkaban prison.

To be honest, Fudge didn't like Azkaban prison, and probably no wizard wanted to set foot on that island. If he could not go, Fudge would never go to that kind of ghost place.

After receiving the news, Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, did not object to Fudge's inspection, and he would not object to it. To put it bluntly, Fudge was a formality. Especially after Scrimgeour heard some rumors, he was amused by their minister's so-called reason for maintaining peace in the magic world. This political show seemed a bit late.

The infamous Azkaban prison in the magical world is located on a small island in the middle of the North Sea. It has been shrouded in storms for many years. The island is often flooded by waves. When the ship is very close, you can only see a towering one. The fortress stands tall in the storm, and the light from the fortress can hardly penetrate the rain curtain and be noticed by the outside world.

There are no living creatures other than prisoners, the employees of the Ministry of Magic simply cannot work in this harsh environment, and no wizard will be willing to stay and work here.

Normally, only a few Aurors would deal with Azkaban's jailers, **** the prisoners through the Aurors, and then transfer the prisoners to the dementors.

As for visiting prisons, there is no such statement in the prison of Azkaban.

Fudge's inspection was undoubtedly a great determination.

One night in a snowstorm, a ship sailed in wind and waves towards Azkaban prison in the North Sea.

There is a lot of space inside the ship. Fudge is standing in the cabin under the warm yellow light, standing absently by the window, looking through the glass at the dark night and turbulent wind and waves. Think of something.

In the seat behind Fudge, the two Aurors who accompanied Fudge were sitting in armchairs drinking hot tea and reading the newspaper, passing the boring time.

As for driving, the ship will automatically sail to Azkaban prison, which is the only way to Azkaban prison.

Everyone knows that there is Azkaban prison and that this prison is located somewhere in Beihai. However, because the location of the prison cannot be marked on the map, there are actually very few people who really know the location of the prison.

The ship passed through the storm smoothly and approached the fortress of Azkaban Prison and stopped at the port.

Fudge reached out to hold his wizard hat and boarded the notorious prison.

On the dock, strong winds and heavy rain poured down, instantly drenching the three people who had just got off the boat.

Fudge regretted not adding a thick cloak when he came.

A flash of lightning suddenly struck the sky, and the dark night was instantly reflected into the day. Above the fortress, a large number of dementors watched the island.

The chill penetrated into the skin bit by bit, making Fudge shivering. In order to maintain Minister's image, it was worth gritting his teeth to support him.

The three of them crossed the pier and came to the entrance of the fort.

The Auror named Dawlish came forward to deal with a dementor and had some simple exchanges, indicating that the Minister of Magic had come to inspect Azkaban prison.

The dementors actually didn't care about this. They could barely understand the meaning of the wizard, opened the entrance to the fort, and led the three of them to inspect Azkaban's prison.

There are not many wizards imprisoned in Azkaban Prison. Most of them just committed some not serious crimes and will be kept here for a few months.

If they have not been tortured crazy by the dementors, they will be released. Most wizards who have been in Azkaban prison are afraid to make mistakes and fear that they are being locked in this terrible place. In the prison.

In fact, this Azkaban prison is the authority to maintain the Ministry of Magic. Even if Fudge is unwilling to admit, most wizards are willing to stay on their feet because they are afraid of being imprisoned in Azkaban prison and facing the evil. Dementor.

The longest group of residents here are the Death Eaters who murdered people and committed countless heinous crimes when the mysterious man gained power last time. In fact, the Death Eaters who have been sentenced to life imprisonment are no longer a minority.

However, to Fudge’s dismay, the Death Eaters themselves are a group of extremely evil guys, and they are much less affected by dementors than ordinary wizards. After staying here for more than ten years, they still cannot completely wipe out their crimes. Fortunately, they will still be affected by the dementors.

When Fudge inspected the situation of the prisoners, he saw that they were all sitting in the cell, muttering to himself in the dark, and it seemed that he was already quite delirious.

There is nothing more comforting than a crazy prisoner, at least they can no longer pose a threat to the magical world. Of course, it would be better if you could die quickly. This is probably the last contribution that group of people can make to the magical world.

When Fudge inspected the prisons one by one, he finally came to Black's cell.

Fudge was shocked by Black's situation. He didn't look crazy like the other wizards locked up here, but "quite normal."

This is undoubtedly not good news, the old man Lucius's wish may come to nothing.

"Connelly Fudge, why are you here?" Black was also surprised that a wizard appeared in Azkaban prison. He hadn't spoken to others for a long time, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he spoke very well. slow.

"I'm here to inspect Azkaban prison. This is the responsibility of the Minister of Magic." Fudge glanced at the two Auror guards beside him, then at the two dementors standing on both sides of the cell, trying to hide Inner anxiety.

Those dementors didn't even have an impact on Black. You must know that every prisoner has a dementor standing at his door guarding him.

"Minister of Magic?" Black seemed to be bored with this place, and said in a hoarse tone: "I didn't expect that a Minister of Magic would be willing to come to such a ghost place. It's boring here. By the way, do you have any newspapers to finish reading , I want to kill the boring time by doing crossword puzzles in the newspaper. The word-adding puzzles on the "Daily Prophet" shouldn't be cancelled!"

Fudge seemed to have been greatly insulted. His slightly pale face suddenly became ruddy. He didn't care about Black at first, but before leaving, he finally asked the Auror beside him to be stuffed by Dawlish. The copy of the "Daily Prophet" in his pocket was given to himself, and then he passed it to Black through the iron cabinet, which was regarded as satisfying the other party's small wish.

"Blake hasn't been affected much. It really shocked me." After Fudge left the prison, he turned and said to the two Aurors next to him, "It seems that it is necessary to come and inspect. The jailer kept an eye on Black, and if anything happened, he must report it to me as soon as possible."

"I can understand your worries. I am afraid that only those very evil wizards can ignore the influence of the dementors." Dawlish was also very surprised to see that Black was unaffected. He nodded and said that he understood Fudge's worries. Just let the jailer send more people to keep an eye on Black."

However, Fudge didn't know that he was in trouble.

Some things changed after he handed the "Daily Prophet" to Black. The man who was in the prison preparing to do crossword puzzles had his eyes widened at the moment, staring at the headlines of the newspaper. The Weasleys won the Garon Award for a photo of the whole family traveling to Egypt, and Blake's eyes were staring at the mouse with a missing toe on the shoulder of a boy in the photo.

"He's not dead, he's at Hogwarts, he's at Hogwarts!" Blake stared at the newspaper, muttering these words softly in his mouth.

He suddenly raised his head, looking in the direction of the prison entrance, his eyes were shining brightly, as if someone had lit a fire in Blake's eyes.

He knew he had to do something.