In the British wizarding world, Azkaban Prison can be described as a stinky shit that is disgusting to individuals.

Both white wizards and black wizards hate this kind of place, because it's like a toilet in the entire wizarding world, no matter how bad it is, it can be thrown here, let it ferment, rot, and then turn a blind eye.

But even if it's this kind of place, someone has to be on duty.

After all, Azkaban is still a wizarding prison in the United Kingdom, and although it has Dementors as jailers, the Ministry of Magic is not very comfortable with these dark magic creatures.

Then the question is, who wants to come to such a bad place?

The answer is self-evident, only the most underappreciated, the lowest staff of the Ministry of Magic, will be sent here.

Perhaps when this prison was first established, the authorities of the Ministry of Magic would have arranged for some powerful wizards to come and take charge of the so-called security considerations.

But when the Ministry of Magic, after a long period of operation, also began to fall into the malpractice of a bloated and corrupt bureaucracy, this drudgery was naturally avoided by those who had the ability, ability, and connections.

So the wizards who were assigned to Azkaban were not as good as the year after year, and now, the people who were placed here were either old guys who were about to retire, or rookies who had just joined the department.

Peter is a living example of this.

Peter, whose original name was Peter Alex, graduated from Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts, and of course, that was forty years ago.

After graduating, Peter was also lucky, compared to those who were unemployed after graduation, he easily infiltrated the British Ministry of Magic, and became a glorious staff member of the Environmental Protection and Supervision Department of the Logistics Department.

In layman's terms, it is a cleaner who cleans.

Until one day, when he was cleaning the office of the Magical Law Enforcement Division, he was favored by the then Director of the Law Enforcement Division, who first made him a temporary worker in the Law Enforcement Division, and then through various means, he was converted into a regular job and became an Auror.

It's just that just as Peter was imagining his iron rice bowl to ensure his harvest during drought and flood, a piece of news gave him a bolt from the blue.

Their director informed him that he had just been assigned to Azkaban as a resident wizard on the island.

"Rest assured, Azkaban is a prison with many felons, but it's safe.

Inside the prison you can leave everything to the Dementors, you just need to stay on the perimeter and prevent some Muggle fishermen from stumbling in. ”

In this way, under the concerned advice of the director, Peter, who looked ignorant, took a small boat and came to Azkaban.

Originally, according to the director, these wizards stationed on the island rotate every three years, and they can be promoted and raised when they return after they do it.

But Peter was on this little island, but three years later, three years later, three years later, he had been here for thirty years, and he had changed from little Peter to old Peter!

In the end, Old Peter even wondered if the director had forgotten about himself.

But after so many years, he has also become accustomed to staying on this small island, and although those Dementors do not feel good, but years of getting along day and night have made him have a good resistance to these guys.

Now, he is waiting for a few years later, when he will turn 60 years old and retire smoothly.

However, God seemed to be joking with him, or maybe he shouldn't have said something like "retire after a few years", anyway, old Peter vaguely felt that Azkaban seemed a little strange lately.

One night in August, when he woke up, he felt an unusual movement coming from the prison in Azkaban.

Old Peter was woken up by the pain of those bad legs, and spent many years in a cold, damp seaside prison like Azkaban, which made him suffer from rheumatoid arthritis early.

Now that he is older, when it is windy and rainy, his leg hurts more and more.

"These damn Dementors! Ever since they went out for a walk, they have been restless. ”

Old Peter muttered a few words, sat up and put on his coat, and knocked the wall beside him, while shouting, "Orville! Orville! Wake up, those Dementors in prison are dishonest again. ”

Orville was his colleague and a young man who had just been fooled.

Old Peter has seen a lot of little guys like this, the difference is only that the young man who came before can still be transferred away after a few years of staying.

And now, there are fewer and fewer young men who can be transferred.

But old Peter was glad to see it, for he was old enough to retire, and he still had to rely on the lad for many things.

And Orville, this young man, has only been here for two years, and he doesn't understand the twists and turns here, and he is full of joy and waits for the expiration of the three-year period, and he can go back to be promoted and raised.

Even because of this, he still wants to perform well here, and he works extra hard.

It's a pity, this little guy doesn't want to think about it, if he can really get out in three years, why would his old Peter stay here?

Strangely, however, old Peter screamed several times, smashing the wall panels so loudly that Orville next door didn't seem to hear them.

"This guy, did he die in his sleep?"

Old Peter grumbled, got up from his bed, limped downstairs into the kitchen, and tried to fill the hot water bottle and warm his stiff knees.

He stood by the pool, filling the kettle with water as he looked up at the Azkaban prison.

Outside the window, the wind and rain howled, accompanied by lightning and thunder from time to time.

In the distance, a castle-like building carries an ethereal tranquility.

But old Peter could clearly see that a faint red glimmer was flashing in one of the windows of the castle.

The world knows that the red light is the most penetrating power of visible light, so even if the rain is pouring down outside and the night is as thick as ink, the red shimmer in the distance still shimmers, light and dark.

"Is it a fire?"

Old Peter, a little worried, hastened to put the kettle down, dragged the bad leg, and went upstairs as quickly as he could, got dressed, and went back to the kitchen at once.

He removed the rusty old key from the hook by the door, picked up the cane leaning against the wall, hesitated for a while before leaving the door, and finally pulled out his wand, which looked like a moldy twig, and put it in his arms.

The rusty deadbolt was shaken back and forth several times by Old Peter before it could be opened, and then it slammed into the door with a loud "clang" in the wind, and could no longer be closed.

Old Peter didn't care about this, so he took off the brass lantern hanging at the door, and injected some magic into it, which he didn't have.

A small speck of bright yellow light lit up in the glass shade of the horse lamp, and spread out, forming a large yellow halo that enveloped old Peter and dispelled the chill from his body.

He didn't carry an umbrella, so he carried a horse lantern and walked into the wind and rain.

As soon as he left the warm and safe room, the howling cold wind carried cold raindrops, like countless flying needles, towards Old Peter.

Fortunately, there is a magic shield provided by the alchemy horse lantern, which can withstand all this damage.

However, for the rocky ground that was wet and slippery by the rain, there was nothing Alchemy Horse Lantern could do.

Old Peter moved cautiously, and went to the door of Orville's room next door, but found that the fellow's room was pitch black, and no one seemed to be in it.

"Where did this guy go?"

He turned his head and glanced at the castle not far away, hidden behind the rain curtain, the red glimmer at the window had dimmed by this time, and the shadow could only be seen slightly.

"Did you already go in and check it out?"

Old Peter gave himself an excuse not to enter Azkaban, and he had already secretly made up his mind that he would stay honestly until he retired, and no matter what strange things were, he would not look at them or care about them.

But today's all this is really a bit abnormal, Orville didn't lie in bed in the middle of the night, where did he go? What is the red light coming from the window of Azkaban Castle?

He stood in the wind and rain in a daze, watching the little red light flicker and flicker in his eyes at a strange and mysterious frequency.

"This little guy is really not worry-free."

Old Peter sighed, pressed his wand in his arms, and stumbled down the path that led to the castle of Azkaban Prison.

As living people, he and resident wizards like Orville did not live in the real Azkaban prison, and their residences and docks for the boats were on a small reef not far from the prison, connected by a stone path.

Old Peter limped to the gates of Azkaban's castle, but instead of entering, he took a few steps to the right and stopped at a small door that was almost completely obscured by creepers.

The Dementors floated quietly behind a door, their rags still fluttering in the rain, like tattered flags.

This made the entire Azkaban look cold to the bone, revealing an aura of indifference, which was extremely solemn.

Old Peter pulled out the old key, inserted it into the lockhole rusted by the salty sea breeze, and twisted it several times with a tooth-aching creak, but did not push the small door open.

At this moment the sky was shining with lightning, thunder roared, and the blazing white lightning shone on old Peter's fingers touching the side door of the castle, casting a long elongated shadow on the inky door panel, intersecting with his fingers.

The next moment, his whole person swapped places with his shadow.

In front of his eyes, the whole world was turned upside down, and the island that had just been ravaged by storms turned into a shadow and sank into the ground, while the shadow of the island where Azkaban was located suddenly became three-dimensional.

The originally cloudy sky had now dissipated from the clouds, revealing a large bright moon, like a silver plate.

Old Peter was on an island that could only be called a reef, and what appeared to him was the real Azkaban.

It is hidden by an ancient hidden spell on an island in a lonely part of the North Sea.

Someone used a spell to divide the space into two worlds, and Old Peter only stayed in Azkaban in the surface world, and only through the shadows could he enter the real Azkaban, a mirror space hidden in the shadow world.

Of course, old Peter, who was lowly in power, didn't understand how subtle this hidden spell was, he just followed the process according to the convention, and didn't know anything about the principles of it.

The island in front of you with a real Azkaban is surprisingly small, and the entire castle occupies 90% of its landmass.

The castle is in the shape of a triangular tower, an old-fashioned magical building, and the front of the tower has collapsed to a corner, as if it has been struck by some powerful spell.

A swarm of Dementors flew above it, and huge waves crashed against the base of the tower, but not a sound came.

It seemed to be forever silent, even as the waves crashed against the reef at Old Peter's feet, splashing behind him.

Of course, the dementors hovering in the air spotted Old Peter's tracks, gliding around the rare living man in front of them like eagles and vultures.

Old Peter could smell the rancid stench and death of the sea, and he could see the black-robed monsters, their black robes hunting and flying in the wind, their hollow bodies, wrapped in black cloth, swooping down on him.

In that way, it is like the scythe of death swinging down, and it can take people's lives without a word.

But old Peter was not afraid, and did not even blink his faint old eyes, but raised the brass lantern in his hand upward.

He may have been scared by the way these abominable bugs greeted him when he first entered Azkaban, but after all these years, he had grown accustomed to it.

The glow from the brass lantern brightened a little with Old Peter's manipulation, and the dementors who pounced on him quickly changed direction with great agility before they could touch the mask, passing him.

Old Peter, carrying the lantern, walked unscathed into the castle of Azkaban, where he had not been in for a long time.

Still, despite the darkness in all directions, he remembered where the steps to the upper hallway were.

He fumbled his way over, and the smell of decay came to his nose.

The ground was damp and cold, with some Loba worms and carnivorous slugs wriggling on the stone slabs of the corridors, and some spotted ground growing in the shadows, eroding the foundations of the castle.

The magical plant resembles a fungus with slightly green eyes at rest, but as Old Peter's footsteps approach, they scurry away with its innumerable slender tentacles.

In addition to these, a few hairy crabs can occasionally be seen making their home in the dark corners of the rocks, perhaps the only surviving creatures in Azkaban.

The vitality of these hairy crabs is usually very strong, and wizards sometimes have to use special potions to get rid of them.

Old Peter climbed the stairs with difficulty on crutches, while pricking up his ears to catch every trace of footsteps or speech above his head, but to no avail.

Fortunately, there was also a thick layer of dust on the stone steps, which made his footsteps and the sound of his crutches muffled and not easily noticed.

In this way, old Peter came to the corridor that glowed red, but instead of stepping on the last steps, he quietly leaned down, leaned sideways, put his head against the wall in the corner, and peeked secretly into the corridor.