359 Prisoner of Azkaban, Headmaster and Minister of Magic

359 Prisoner of Azkaban, Headmaster and Minister of Magic

There is a little-known island floating in the vast sea. It has been cast an unplottable spell and cannot appear on any map.The island was built like a fortress, and the internal space was magnified by magic. An evil wizard named Extis once lived here. He would lure Muggles to his island and torture them to death. .

After Extis's death, the concealment spell he had used on the fortress and island ceased.It was only then that the Ministry of Magic became aware of the existence of such an island.At this point the place is infested with Dementors, creatures that suck all the happiness out of their victims and have a very negative effect on those who come near them.

The Ministry of Magic had considered destroying the fortress, but was worried about retaliation from the dementors on the island, so specific measures have been shelved.It was not until the International Statute of Secrecy came into effect that it was used as one of the few prisons in the wizarding world - Azkaban.

Everyone sent to investigate Azkaban has since refused to talk about what they found inside, and the least horrifying part of it is that the place has become a dementor's haven.

Under the dark sky, there is no sunshine and warmth all day long, and there is an air of coldness and despair everywhere.

Abraxas Malfoy, the former member of the school board and the famous patriarch of the Malfoy family, is now wearing clothes more ragged than a house elf, shaking and hiding in a pit in the prison cemetery. middle.

Nearby were the corpses of inmates that he had seen or didn't recognize at all. This was very common in Azkaban. Many people died of despair, and most of the remaining people had gone insane. The process usually only takes a few weeks, and few people can survive a monster as terrifying as a Dementor for too long.

But Abraxas Malfoy was different - at least that's what he thought, he spent a whole year in this damn prison - Auror Moody checked out the dark magic hidden in his home There were as many items as there were in an entire basement, which made Abraxas the laughing stock of the wizarding world and the shame of the pure-blood family.

Hatred made him persevere, and he finally got his wish today and escaped from this sunless fortress!

The eerie tower stands behind Abraxas Malfoy - the infamous Azkaban, and the cemetery is outside the fortress, where dementors bury dead prisoners.However, when a prisoner dies in prison, his family can request that his body be taken away and buried properly.

Abraxas moved his body as silently as possible. He looked at the fortress behind him with resentment. One day he would take revenge, whether it was the informer on the location of the secret room in Malfoy Manor, Auror Moody, or the man named Meadow. Si's young woman - she was also in the original search team, but her behavior was also the most unscrupulous, and she deliberately broke many of his beloved decorations.

They all have to pay the price for this - because [Purity will always win]!

This is the motto of the Malfoy family. Abraxas Malfoy has never forgotten it. He has silently recited these four words on countless cold and desperate nights and firmly believes in them.

The only thing left is to wait.

Waiting for the arrival of rescuers, waiting for his complete escape from this damn prison, and waiting for news about his only living family member - Lucius Malfoy, the son he had high hopes for.

This is the only tradition in the Malfoy family that is worthy of praise from outsiders - they will give anything for their family.

Even as a pure-blood family with a long history, they would rather find a mixed-blood wizard to continue the offspring for the sake of their offspring's health, rather than risk their children's unclear minds by marrying close relatives.

This is a Malfoy family secret that few people know.Even if there were, they would not dare to bark loudly, except for a few rigid and ignorant fools, or arrogant scholars.

The dark waves kept crashing towards the island, and Abraxas silently endured the rotten smell around him and the cold spray of water. When it hit his skin, it was as biting as ice needles - but he did not dare to say anything Any sound came and went, and several dementors threw the prisoner's body into the cemetery. Fortunately, he hid far enough so that he was not discovered again - these dementors all looked like ghosts. From the looks of it, he couldn't tell which ones were the Dementors who had helped him escape from the cell.

"Malfoy? Malfoy?"

As the waves crashed hard again, Abraxas suddenly vaguely heard someone calling him - this was not an auditory hallucination!

A sneaky head was revealed at the edge of the island. The other person's hair was very long, completely covering his glasses.

"Come here!"

The visitor waved his hand anxiously, and Abraxas glanced back cautiously - the dementors on the high wall of the fortress were not looking here. They were not interested in the dead bodies, but were frequently looking into the depths of the prison that exuded despair. - That's a real meal.

A chill suddenly arose in Abraxas's heart. He endured the nausea and slippery feeling and quietly crawled outside the cemetery. The corpses he encountered along the way were even more than the number of dark magic items secretly stored in his secret room.

"Damn, damn it!"

Finally, after turning over, Abraxas successfully landed on the soft flesh pad beneath him. He clenched his fists tightly with a ferocious expression on his face, but the man standing next to him scolded him unceremoniously: "Shut up. Mouth, don't make a sound! We haven't escaped yet - ugh, you smell so bad."

Abraxas gritted his teeth and swallowed back the roar in his heart.As he gradually dived into the deep sea and snorkeled, he noticed what a terrifying behemoth was underneath the two of them - a long neck, a broad body - the visitor didn't let him observe it for too long. He looked at himself and Ablak respectively. Sass cast a head soaking spell.The deep sea was silent, and the darkness of Azkaban radiated to the surrounding sea surface, and no light could be seen.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the huge sea snake finally resurfaced. Abraxas roughly tore off the transparent soft mask on his face. He looked at his "savior" who was shivering in the cold water. He was Mal. The patriarch of the Fu family's aura emerged again, and he mocked coldly: "I didn't expect you to start a business dealing with banned animals now, [Bock]."

The visitor was none other than Bok, one of the owners of [Bokin-Bok] whom Karan had met on the Knight Bus. He chose to get off the bus at Loch Ness. Unexpectedly, he actually got the Loch Ness Monster, the largest horse in the world. The kelpie was successfully abducted and even brought to the vicinity of Azkaban.

"do not talk!"

Bock cursed sinisterly: "How simple do you think it is to come to save you? This is Azkaban! Who else would be willing to approach such a ghost place except the water monster at our feet?"

Abraxas sneered, and he looked back at the fortress looming in the clouds, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"The Dementor who brought me out as a corpse—"

"Don't ask more questions than you should!"

Bock interrupted rudely before Abraxas asked the question: "Don't forget why I rescued you. You still have many things to do next."

"Remember, don't let the master down!"

Abraxas stared at Bock for a while, making him tremble all over.

"of course not......"

He turned his head to look at the other side of the distant sea, his body rising and falling with the swaying of the sea snake, his silver beard covered with cold sea water, and lightning suddenly shot up above his head, illuminating the whole picture like a black cloth in the deep sea. The figure of regaining freedom.

"Because...purity always wins!"

said Abraxas.

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In a desolate street, the door of a dilapidated red phone booth opened and closed, and the sound of dialing was heard from inside.

Then a woman's cold voice sounded.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Albus Dumbledore, I have something to see the Minister of Magic."

"Thank you, guest, please take the badge and put it in front of your clothes."

Ding Lingling, clatter, something slipped out of the metal chute usually used to withdraw coins.The slender fingers picked up the badge, and it paused for a few seconds, as if trying to discern the writing on it - Albus Dumbledore, Minister's Appointment.

The badge was pinned on the dark blue witch's robe with the moon painted on it, and the woman's voice sounded again.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled and slowly sank into the ground. The sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher, and finally there was darkness above the head.After about a minute of monotonous and harsh friction, a thin golden light came in, then the golden light gradually widened, and the woman's voice sounded again.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day."

"I hope so," the old man murmured.

The door of the phone booth opened suddenly, and he walked out and stood at the end of a long, splendid hall with dark wooden floors that had been polished brightly.The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.The walls on all sides are paneled with glossy dark wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards.Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard suddenly appeared from a fireplace on the left.And to the right, there were several people lining up in front of each fireplace, waiting to leave.

The old man strode towards a fountain in the middle of the foyer - a circular pool with a group of solid gold statues in the middle, larger than life.The tallest among them is a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing directly at the sky.Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf.Centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.

There is a stained little sign beside the fountain that reads:

[All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. 】

The old man stopped, dug into his pocket, and finally found a silver coin, which he threw into the fountain with a thud.

Then he bypassed the fountain and continued walking towards the "Safety Check" sign not far away. All the Ministry of Magic staff silently stopped in front of the old man and made way for him.They looked at the old man with admiration, and some even ran over to shake his hand from a distance.

"Long time no see, Arthur, how have you been lately?"

The old man saw a familiar person - Arthur Weasley, who was following his director and looked very busy.

"It's really, really——"

Under the glare of the director of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items, Arthur buried his complaints in his heart. He could only say: "Charlie was born successfully. He is very healthy. I asked Prewett to bring you the good news. , haven’t they forgotten about this?”

"Not only have I not forgotten it, I almost have to mention it every once in a while."

The old man responded with a smile. The two didn't chat for long and soon moved away from each other.The old man finally walked to the counter dedicated to checking wands - sitting behind him was a wizard wearing dark green robes with an unshaved beard. He was still holding this morning's "Daily Prophet" in his hand - the cover was Abraxa. There is a picture of Malfoy looking gloomy and speechless. The news that he successfully escaped from Azkaban has been widely reported.

"Oh! Dumbledore?"

The wizard quickly put down the newspaper and said in surprise: "Why are you here? I'm so confused. I'll help you register your wand now."

He raised a long golden rod, with an expression of admiration and caution, and used it to sweep across the old man's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Then the wand."

The wizard said tentatively, without any real intention to check - standing in front of him was the great Dumbledore, the owner of the first-class Order of Merlin, and countless reputations. He could not think of this at all. What exactly is the need for inspection?

But the old man still handed over his wand meticulously, and the wizard carefully took it and placed it on a strange-looking brass machine that looked like a single-plate balance.The machine began to vibrate slightly.A narrow strip of parchment spit out quickly from a slit in the bottom.The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Thirteen inches, the wand core is made of phoenix feathers. It was used in... um, 81? You have taken good care of this wand. It looks like brand new. It has not been used for a long time."

The wizard poked the parchment onto a small brass nail and returned the wand to the old man.

"Thank you." The old man said with a smile.

He walked through the crowd and came to a smaller hall.There were at least twenty elevators there, blocked by elaborate golden gates.

An elevator slowly descended. People standing around were waiting for the old man to get up first. No one could get ahead of him.Even after people came in one after another, people deliberately helped the old man keep a distance so that he would not feel crowded.

The fence door slammed shut, the elevator slowly rose, the chain rattled, and the indifferent woman's voice that had appeared in the phone booth rang again.

"The seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, includes the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League, the official Gobstone Club, and the Burlesque Products Patent Office."

The elevator door opened, revealing a messy corridor with posters of various Quidditch teams staggered on the walls.

A woman wearing a purple witch robe was standing outside the door in frustration. She looked up and saw the old man behind the figure, and was stunned for a moment.

"Hello, Erin."

The old man smiled gently and said without any unfamiliarity in his tone: "Are you here to do something?"

A wizard holding a broomstick suddenly accidentally rubbed Erin Prince's back, causing her to stumble into the elevator.

The door closed, and the elevator swayed slightly and continued to rise.

"Principal, I..." Mrs. Prince stayed still for a few seconds, and she said in embarrassment: "Oh, yes, I am here to do something - the official Gobstone Club. I originally planned to apply. There was a Gobstone competition to be held. Unfortunately, due to the incident with the escapees of Azkaban, the entire village was under martial law, and there was no way to hold this competition after school started. I originally wanted to secretly prepare a surprise for my son, Xi. Fleurs, Severus Snape, who is about to go into his third year and gets to go to Hogsmeade every weekend, and his friend Callan, who is a lovable Kids, they could all play, but not anymore.”

Before Snape was about to enroll at Hogwarts, Headmaster Dumbledore had specially chosen a time when the man was away to send them the scholarship fund - a small bag of gold galleons.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Mrs. Prince was completely unsuspecting in front of Principal Dumbledore and spoke out all her thoughts in one breath.

"It sounds great, and it's indeed a pity. I can only wait until the criminal is caught before reapplying. I'm sorry, Eileen, I can't be of much help in this matter. As the principal of Hogwarts, It doesn’t quite work here.”

Mrs. Prince still looked a little dazed in front of the old man's words, which prevented her from paying attention to the constant announcements in the elevator - she had almost never had a private conversation with Principal Dumbledore when she was at school. This is no different from most other students, but today I received unexpected care.

"No...it's okay, Principal."

Mrs. Prince habitually called.

"I've heard about the Gobstone shop you opened in Hogsmeade Village." The old man said as if talking about something ordinary: "But what should we do now? Can we just close it?"

"It's not that troublesome, Principal."

Mrs. Prince's gloomy face rarely showed a smile. Now she has gradually become accustomed to smiling, especially when she faces the two children.

"My son is very well-behaved. He is willing to do this for me and will help me take care of the store, and he does a good job. In addition, his friend Karan is also in the store, and the two of them often get together. Play. I heard about his life experience from Sif. He was such a poor child. Fortunately, he grew up very well. I even considered adopting him, but he didn’t seem to be needed, and I never had the courage to say exit......."

"To be honest, principal, I have always suspected that this seems to have started from meeting that kid Karan - he brought luck to me and my son, allowing me to open a Gobstone shop, and I The relationship with Sif has also eased a lot, and my son himself has become a lot more cheerful——"

An announcement suddenly interrupted Mrs. Prince’s narration——

"The first floor is the Office of the Minister of Magic and the Logistics Department, including the Office of the Minister of Magic, the Office of the Assistant Minister of Magic, and the Office of the Director of the Muggle-born Registration Board."

The fence door slowly opened, and only the old man and Mrs. Price were left in the elevator. Outside the door was a solemn corridor with thick carpets on the floor. All offices had bright wooden doors with hanging hangings on them. Small brand.

"I think so too."

The old man said gently at last, and then walked out of the elevator under Mrs. Prince's stunned gaze.

The grating door closed again and Mrs. Prince was taken away from this disturbing corridor. The light in the elevator left a long diagonal shadow on the carpet, and finally disappeared completely.

The old man strode down the corridor. The assistant who was working on documents in front of the minister's office was about to reach out to stop him, but she still flinched under the old man's gaze.

"If it were you..."

The old man knocked on the door lightly a few times, and a slightly sleepy voice came from inside the room: "Please come in."

The door was opened. Compared to the serious corridor, the decoration in the minister's office was much warmer. A teapot was smoking. It floated up automatically and pointed the tea spout at the cup. The mellow tea was flowing. Smoke flows out.

Although the decor of the room was cozy, it seemed out of place for the entire Ministry of Magic, especially during this tense time.

"Albus?"

Minister Eugenia looked at the old man in surprise: "Why did you come here? Is it because of the fugitive? Or because there is another court hearing today? Did I remember the time wrong? I just wanted to-"

"Forget it, please wait for me."

She turned to look at an oil painting on the wall - there was a short man with a long silver wig, who looked like a frog, picking his nose out of boredom.

"Tell the Muggle Prime Minister that the meeting will be postponed for half an hour."

The man in the portrait nodded immediately and slipped away from the edge of the frame in the blink of an eye.

"I hope it didn't delay your work."

The old man sat across from the desk and said, "I hope this will not cause dissatisfaction with the Muggle Prime Minister."

"Oh, don't worry, he won't." Eugenia raised the corners of her mouth mockingly, which made her look even more terrifying, like an old witch who hadn't slept for half a month.

"We have met quite a lot recently, more times than all the Ministers of Magic have met with the Muggle Prime Minister combined since the rise of the mysterious man. He is really anxious not to see me, and would rather postpone the meeting forever than ever. That's fine - would you like some tea, Albus?"

The old man stretched out his hand to take the tea cup, and Eugenia felt a little uneasy while looking at him.

"So, what is it all about?"

Eugenia rubbed her brows and asked: "You have to come in person. Can't you write a letter?"

"I'm afraid not, Minister."

Dumbledore slowly put down the empty tea cup, and his light blue eyes were on Eugenia through the lenses, putting great pressure on her.

"There is only one prisoner who escaped Azkaban."

"Obviously after we captured so many werewolves, including two Death Eaters"

"But only one person managed to escape."