North Sea.

The wind blew thick dark clouds, and a wave swept up on the surface of the sea and fell.

On a small island, the rock walls corroded by the sea are very smooth.

A fortress-like building is there, as if it has been around for hundreds of years.

Azkaban, a prison under the Ministry of Magic, under the authority of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

It's home to the nation's wicked wizards, and they're all the most vicious.

Only the Dementors can stop them.

The Dementors floating above looked like rags blown up by the wind.

The Dementors are a little restless today.

Oz noticed something was wrong with them.

"What do Dementors seem to be afraid of?" Oz muttered to himself.

She led the batters with Pierce who was waiting at the entrance.

The hitters were whispering, they had been here for half an hour and did not understand who their director was waiting for.

I wanted to ask, but because of the gap in identity, they didn't dare to speak.

Oz couldn't remember the first time she had been poked in the shoulder, and she glared back at the young striker.

Because she felt that there was no hope of promotion, Oz was approachable to her subordinates, and sometimes she didn't take it to heart when she was a little troublesome.

Her good friend Lippi receives a secret mission, and if Pierce hadn't assured him that Lippi was safe, she would have wondered if Lippi had been heroic.

In the midst of a storm approaching.

It came out after a long time.

A carriage flew in the sky, and one of the strikers wondered: "How did this car fly?" ”

He couldn't see the horse, only the cart flying in the sky.

Oz glanced at him, a young striker who hadn't experienced death yet.

In Oz's line of sight, it was six Thestrals pulling the cart.

The lean body waved its wings, and as soon as the Thestrals appeared, it gave people a sense of sadness.

"That's Thestrals, I'm so envious that you can't see it." Oz said.

This creature can only be seen if it has witnessed death.

If she could, she would rather never see Thestrals for the rest of her life.

The carriage galloped down to the platform, and Pierce seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

When the carriage hit the ground, he ran over in the strong wind.

In a gesture that seemed flattering to Oz, he opened the door.

The assailants who were waiting here craned their necks, trying to see who was inside.

Could it be Pierce's boss, Amelia Bones?

Soon, their crankiness was shattered.

The silver mask seemed to be glued to the face, and no matter how strong the wind was, it could not be blown away.

I believe that there is no one in the whole country who does not know the identity.

Johnny Silver Hand.

"What is he here for?" A look of confusion flashed across Oz's face.

So much so that she didn't see Tang Mi beside Johnny Silverhand.

John looked at the striker squad over there and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand, the prisoners of Azkaban are dangerous," Pierce said respectfully, "just in case the prisoners take advantage of the crime." ”

"Very discreet arrangement."

John complimented, but he didn't think that a prisoner who had been sucked by the Dementors so many times still had any fighting power.

Dementors, on the other hand, are more tricky than the prisoners.

John took a step forward, and he noticed that Tang Mi's eyes had been looking at a woman.

After a little thought, he remembered Tang Mi's two friends.

One of them is the squad leader of the striker.

"Who is she?"

John asked seemingly casually.

Pierce was stunned for a moment, followed his line of sight, and saw his subordinates.

He replied, "Your Excellency, that's the Aurors, Ozzy Heard. ”

"Looks like a very smart guy." John mentioned it, and Pierce immediately took it to heart.

He thought to himself that he could give Oz a new position when he returned.

He remembered that there were still empty seats in the office.

Sometimes it's so cruel that what you are striving for may be solved with just a word from someone else.

"Don't look, your eyes are about to fall off."

John saw that Tang Mi was still watching, and he called Tang Mi.

Tang Mi came back to his senses, and his face was a little ruddy.

It's hard to imagine that as the captain of Johnny's security team, he has such an embarrassed look.

Led by Pierce, John entered Azkaban.

The place was even worse than he imagined, the environment was very simple.

Outside the sturdy walls and the ever-patrolling Dementors, Azkaban was filled with a wail of despair.

From time to time someone laughed wildly, apparently crazy.

Hagrid had almost been sent to Azkaban, and at that time, he was trembling with fear.

In fact, even now, Pierce also has a bad face.

It seems that he doesn't like this place either.

The dementors who were guarding floated over, and the strikers were alert.

John's face remained the same, but no one else could see it.

They made their way to the room where Lestrange was being held.

Opening the door, a man curled up in a corner, emaciated and emaciated, with a hint of madness in his eyes, appeared.

Rodolphus Lestrange.

He may have just been taught a lesson by the Dementors, and his whole being is in a feeling of emaciation and depression.

The strikers were on standby outside, and inside the cell, there were only John, Pierce, and Don Mi.

But John glanced at Pierce, and Pierce walked out very interestingly, and called it a deployment.

"Rodolphus Lestrange, you look so haggard."

Staring at Rodolphus, John was a little nervous.

How interesting would it be if you had dealt with Rodolphus directly and waited until Voldemort regrouped the old Ministry?

The thought flashed through his mind, and John's expression didn't change.

Rodolphus' voice was weak, "Who are you?" ”

He had been imprisoned in Azkaban for too long to know Johnny Silverhand's name.

John smiled, and he raised his right hand, and Rodolphus was pressed against the wall, his body floating in the air.

Photography magic.

The delicate knife slashed through Rodolphus' arm, and blood flowed from inside into the bottle.

John easily got the blood, and Rodolphus gasped, his face flushed.

As he was about to faint, John put him down and pressed his hand to Rodolphus' greasy hair.

Black threads entered his head, and Rodolphus' expression gradually became sluggish.

John asked him about the location of the vault, and Rodolphus said it all in a sluggish manner.

After doing all this, John pulled out a power of attorney.

Rodolphus' eyes flashed with struggle, but he quickly became sluggish again.

He signed his name like a walking corpse, and he also attached a handprint.

John, who got everything, didn't just let Rodolphus go.

He had seen this man in the memories of the Longbottoms, who was one of the murderers of Neville's parents.

John's hands pressed lightly on his head, and the psychic magic activated.

Under his hypnosis, a seed was planted deep inside Rodolphus.

By the time the seeds have taken root and sprouted, Rodolphus can take on unusual results.

It was his gift to Voldemort.

Just as John was leaving, loud laughter came from the next cell.

There was madness in the voice, even if it had just been sucked by a Dementor.

"Who's in there?"

"A female madwoman, Bellatrix Lestrange."

John saw that in the cell across the door, the pair of eyes were always fixed on him.

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Some people died, but not completely......