Central of the North Sea,

There is a perennial storm gathering place.

It was not only a forbidden place for Muggles, but also for wizards.

Because in the middle of the sea, there is a small island, and on the island there is a prison - Azkaban.

July

The storm reached its peak of the year, and the wind swept through the island in wave after wave, as if to break the black rock prison.

In the midst of the rainstorm clouds, a black carriage resembling a hearse pierced the sky and flew towards the island.

It was seven Thestrals pulling the cart!

An Auror drove the reins and commanded Thestrals to descend from the rainstorm, the wheels of the carriage skimming the water, making a huge splash.

With the carriage as the center, a magnificent splash suddenly bloomed on the surface of the sea.

The wind rose and the waves hit, preventing the carriage from approaching the island.

A huge iron lock, like a black python breaking through the sea.

The iron cable, which was more than 200 meters long, began to soar on the surface of the sea, and in the blink of an eye, it twisted out a huge arc, like a scorpion swinging its tail, and nailed it to the rocks of the island, and suddenly the fire was splashing.

Pulled by the iron cables, the carriage finally slowly approached the shore.

The door opened, and a wizard stepped out, short and stocky, with groomed gray hair.

He wears a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cape, and purple pointed-toe 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 a dozen or so Aurors.

"Oh, Merlin." Fudge put his feet on the solid ground, and the discomfort of motion sickness finally subsided somewhat.

"The weather is terrible, isn't it, Lucius?"

"Yes, Mr. Minister." Next to Fudge, stood a man with light blond hair.

"So, I'm really curious that you're coming here."

Fudge walked towards the prison, and without him speaking, a group of Aurors immediately took the lead in communicating with the Dementors.

He didn't want to be used as food by the Dementors.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is your second application to come to Azkaban, right?

The last time your wife came, I remember it was last summer......"

"Yes, Mr. Minister, you have a good memory."

Malfoy felt a little cold, and he wrapped himself in an ornate cloak.

"As you know, my wife, Sicy, is a child of the Black family, and as Bella's own sister, it makes sense for her to visit her.

Sicy should have come this time, 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 that...... It's best to stay away from the Death Eaters. Fudge said uneasily.

"Of course, no one hates Death Eaters more than I do." Malfoy lengthened his voice.

"But a pure-blood family like ours...... The noble connection in the blood is always difficult to part, isn't it? ”

"That's a good thing." Fudge smiled.

"But it's best not to let Dumbledore hear it, he won't like your purebloods, and he won't agree to you visiting a Death Eater."

"But I thought you were the minister, didn't I?" There was a hint of gloom in Malfoy's eyes.

"We all know Dumbledore is great, but he's too lenient!

The principal should have the consciousness of a principal and not meddle in things. ”

"Lucius, I know, you're not happy with Dumbledore." Fudge pretended not to understand Malfoy's provocation.

"He joined forces with the other wizards and kicked you out of the school board of directors."

"He drove me away because he knew that I would oppose Hagrid as a teacher!" Malfoy quibbled.

"Let's see, who are the teachers Dumbledore is looking for...... Smugglers, Death Eaters, Dark Wizards, Liars.

He also wanted Hagrid, the criminal, to be a teacher to protect magical beasts.

I think it's necessary for my son Draco not to take this class, I don't want him to get hurt. ”

Fudge coughed and said, "I don't like Hagrid either, but he's already cleared his name." ”

"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 the school's affairs are not my business.

I'm still suggesting less to have anything to do with these Death Eaters. We all know that the mystery man is dead, and these Death Eaters have no future! ”

Malfoy nodded, he didn't want to be involved, he wanted all the gold from Gringotts.

Otherwise, who is idle and has nothing to do and travels 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 actually rode in an old-fashioned carriage like Thestrals...... 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 tightened his cloak again.

"What's wrong, Lucius?"

"Nothing." Malfoy's expression of struggle was evident, and he said bitterly:

"The Ministry of Magic's transportation is really lagging behind...... Well, how about I donate some Galleons? ”

"That's so generous!" Fudge grabbed Malfoy's hand and said in surprise, "Lucius, you're so generous, I don't even know what to say."

You are the conscience of the wizarding world! ”

Malfoy doesn't know if he has a bad conscience, he just feels a little pain in his heart!

"Let's go, go see that crazy woman in Bellatrix." Fudge was in a good mood.

"She's your sister-in-law? Then I'll give you half an hour to spend together, just the two of you, a separate room, how about it? ”

"Thank you so much." Malfoy smiled, "I wish I could see Sirius Black again."

He was my wife's favorite cousin back then. ”

Fudge glanced at Malfoy and nodded.

The men walked along a rocky road to Azkaban prison.

It is a triangular building that occupies most of the island, and the space inside the building is expanded by a Traceless Stretching Charm.

It is guaranteed to accommodate all convicts in the UK.

Not long after walking, a group of creatures appeared in the hallway, they were about three meters tall, wearing black hooded cloaks, their bodies were gray, and they looked like carrions.

They glided across the ground, hands outstretching from their cloaks, glowing, gray, thin, and crusted, trailing a pile of shriveled wizard corpses behind them.

The Dementors felt the joy of this group of people, especially the two people in the pile, like fireflies in the night, bright stars, bright and dazzling.

The Dementors took a long and slow breath, like an old smoker who hadn't touched a cigarette in a long time.

Even secondhand smoke can make them restless.

"What are they doing?" Malfoy endured his nausea.

"Dispose of the corpses in the prison." "So many wizards die every day, and the Dementors are behind the prison, building a mass grave," Fudge said.

They need to leave the corpse there. ”

"Lucius." There was a hint of coldness in Fudge's voice.

"Whatever the purpose of your visit, I must remind you...... No one can live healthy under the sucking of Dementors. ”

"The prisoners of Azkaban are a bunch of madmen! It's also the most brutal ...... in the wizarding world Torture. ”

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(Ask for a monthly pass at the end of the month.)

Thanks to the "Hellcat" boss for the tip. ）

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