It is completely possible to guess that the cunning and shrewd ones sold this information to the German Ministry of Magic by the way, and earned another gold coin.

Of course, the German Ministry of Magic will not take it too seriously, and at most send one or two Aurors to check it out.

This happens from time to time, and even when the address is exhausted to hide, there are many people from both home and abroad who come to it out of risk, and even with the Muggle Expulsion Charm, there are always Muggle fishermen who slip through the net.

After all, the sea is wide and immense, and it is difficult to cast spells, and the effect is not guaranteed.

Therefore, there are many patrolling ships in the vicinity of Newmengard, and in more cases, they play a role in driving away, unless they are really ill-intentioned people, they will be seriously dealt with.

There was a lone ship not far away, and it didn't look like the result of taking it seriously.

The intelligence dealer didn't really want to set himself on fire.

At this time, the two jumped from the dilapidated boat and plunged into the water, and Fleur quickly covered their heads with tough, transparent bubbles, allowing them to breathe underwater.

The bubble head spell, which she used in the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, is very skillful.

The sea is not cold, the winter sun shines on the surface of the seawater, sparkling, and even a little warm, but the situation does not seem to be optimistic.

"What now?" asked Fleur nervously as she sank underwater, looking through the bubbles.

The sound waves rippled through the sea, and Malfoy could barely guess what Fleur was trying to ask through his mouth.

He raised his head slightly, and through the blue-black water, he could faintly see a huge black shadow above them, heading towards them.

This is, naturally, a patrol ship of the German Ministry of Magic.

"A hijacking, of course. Malfoy quickly gave an idea and replied with a lip sync, then quickly swung his legs and arms as he swam towards the shadow.

Fleur can only follow.

The ship looked much more upscale, a special patrol vessel of the German Ministry of Magic, with many sophisticated protective charms and improved masking charms, and a thick layer of iron wrapped around the hull, which looked strong and powerful, very much in the style of the Germans.

A wizard dressed in a standard black robe with a gleaming medallion pinned to his chest, waved his wand at the stern of the ship, waving it at the water in front of him, as if he was powering the ship.

Use the recoil to steer the boat.

"That's not how the boat works. A voice suddenly caught the wizard's attention, and he immediately turned his head, and then a spell struck him on the back of the head, and the man fell to the ground and lay on the deck.

"Lucas, why is the ship not moving?" asked a wizard standing on the rudder in front, and was quickly subdued as well.

A disarming spell struck his wrist with great precision, and the wand was thrown high and slammed into his head.

Malfoy grabbed the hull of the boat with his hand, kicked his feet, turned over and boarded the boat, and then stretched out his hand and pulled up Fleur, who was still soaking in the sea.

"This is the first time I have attacked a public servant. Fleur said with some trepidation that even if she was arrogant and rebellious, there was a limit to her when she was a student, and this time the span was too big, which made it a little difficult for her to adapt.

Directly crossed the law.

The two of them were standing on the central board of the sailboat, and the two Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic were tied with ropes and tossed aside, their mouths sealed with seals, and their wands tied to the top of the mast out of reach.

Looking at the way the Auror steered the ship, Malfoy really couldn't smile bitterly, maybe just like Muggles can't accept supernatural magic, wizards don't know much about Muggle inventions.

They didn't even hoist the sails, relying on a spell like the "wind spell" to drive the ship.

At this time, Malfoy began to count the spoils of war, first of all, the uniform had to be taken off, and the two of them had to simply blend in, pretending to be an Auror, very simple.

"The benefits of rigor. Malfoy lifted the green notebook in Young's hand, which he had found from a crew member.

On the latest handwritten page it reads something like this, a bit like a diary, but it's not, it's supposed to be a schedule.

"I took over at eight o'clock in the morning and patrolled the sea near the prison. ”

"At 12 o'clock at noon, we will take over the shift, rest for an hour, and end the sea patrol. ”

"I received a report today that an outsider tried to enter Newmondard, and the sea area is probably southwest of the island, and I want to deal with it. ”

The Aurors wrote down everything they were going to do today in this notebook.

"They wrote it all down in a notebook?" Fleur's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Maybe it's the fear of making a mistake. Malfoy shrugged.

"At least that's a good thing for us now," he continued, before handing Fleur a clear, liquid-filled glass bottle.

"You know how to do it. ”

"Of course. Fleur took the bottle with a slight reluctance.

"What's your name?Lucas? I think I'm called Jem?" Fleur muttered, looking at the two of them's Auror credentials.

Malfoy walked to the rudder and began to adjust his direction, while Fleur raised the mast and used the wind to provide power and sail in the same direction.

By the way, the schedule also revealed the direction.

Otherwise, the two German Aurors might have suffered a little more, even if they didn't use any Imperius curses to ask for information, but some hypnotic curses were not a difficult task.

The surging waves crashed relentlessly against the dark and rough stone walls and black reefs, and the towering tower in the middle of the island was intimidating, and the occasional seagull flew by the tower, which was the only life in the vicinity.

Newmengard, like Azkaban, stands on an isolated island surrounded by the sea.

Anti-illusion shifting magic is applied here, and the only way to get there is through a ship.

Of course, if someone can master the magic of flying, they may also be able to break through the blockade.

Perhaps the towering black tower attracted too much attention, and few people noticed what was happening at the foot of the tower, and most of the wizards in the nearby sea just watched the prison from afar, afraid to approach it for fear of finding an excuse to be locked in.

Normal people's nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Except for personnel from the German Ministry of Magic, few people were willing to travel to this place.

And if outsiders really come here, they will find that there is not only a tall tower here, but also a military fortification similar to a Muggle built under the tower, and the tall walls surround the Nyumengard Tower, and the style presents a stereotyped, rigorous and square style, and the black walls make people feel a trace of coolness and chill at a glance.