At four o'clock in the afternoon, Rossi and the others finally escorted the prisoner into the prisoner bus bound for Azkaban.

The carriage of the prisoner carriage is made of pure steel, with no windows on either side, except for a narrow air window on the iron door in front of it to ensure air circulation.

After pushing the struggling prisoner into the car, Rossi and the others took advantage of the situation to sit in the front room of the prisoner car.

Thestrals, who were waiting to pull the cart, carried them into the sky and broke through the clouds, and Meloti, who was leaning on the prisoner cart, said in a slightly languid voice:

"Actually, the escort mission is generally not difficult, but if you are escorted to Azkaban, you need to deal with those Dementors, so the overall process will be more cumbersome than other tasks."

"But now that the prisoner has been pressed into the car, there are basically no accidents."

Meloti said, even yawning.

"Well, I made a note of it."

Rosie nodded in agreement, but his eyes looked at the system map on Floo.com.

Azkaban, a place that the current player has yet to explore.

I saw that on a gray foggy map, a line that was still spreading rapidly northward quickly became clear.

Obviously, this is the trace of her flight all the way.

"This is a new continent that players have never set foot in yet."

After zooming in on the map and comparing it with the strategy maps shared by other players in the folder, Rosie finally came to the same conclusion.

The prisoner cart sped fast, and half an hour later, Rossi saw a sea in front of him.

"Azkaban is right in the middle of that ocean."

Meloti pointed to the blue sea to the north, and as she spoke, her tone became more relaxed.

Hearing this, Rosie couldn't help but sit up straight, sighed and said:

"It's finally here!"

"It's really not a difficult task, it's just too time-consuming to do."

As I was muttering in my heart, I felt my body involuntarily tilt backwards.

In the next second, they crashed into a cloud of mist with people and cars.

"Where did the fog come from?"

As soon as this question flashed in Rossi's heart, he heard Meloti on the side raise her voice and remind: "Be careful, someone has hijacked the prisoner car!" ”

As she spoke, she drew her wand and waved it forward.

"Cloud Spell Withdrawn!"

As her words fell, the fog that enveloped them quickly cleared in both directions.

However, although the fog dissipated, Thestrals, who was pulling the cart, seemed to be frightened, and ran to the ground with the prisoner cart spinning.

Seeing that the accident had happened, Rosie grabbed the handle of the carriage tightly with his left hand, quickly pulled his wand out of the wand bag with his right hand, pointed to the prisoner car under him and chanted a spell:

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

Due to Thestrals' strong running ability, the second-level levitation spell doesn't do much.

"Recover!"

Seeing this, Meloti immediately threw a revival spell at the invisible Thestrals.

After dropping in height for a few tens of meters, the Thestrals in front of him finally broke away from the frightened state and began to gradually return to stability.

"Bang! Bang bang bang! ”

Just then, Rossi suddenly heard several gunshots directly below.

Immediately afterward, four anchor hooks with ropes whistled and hooked onto the wheels of the prisoner cart.

"It's an anchor hook launcher!"

Sensing that the rising carriage had suddenly come to a standstill, Rosie reminded Meloti and grabbed the handle and looked sideways down.

I saw many people in standard clothes standing on the ground, with guns in their hands, aiming at where they were.

The four men in the middle, who looked to be visibly larger than the others, were clinging to the ropes, pulling Rossi and her carriage downwards little by little.

"Someone from the penal agency?"

Seeing the clothes they were wearing, Rossi suddenly had many doubts in his heart.

"Two ladies, we have no intention of pitting ourselves against the Ministry of Magic."

Seeing Rosie pointing his wand downward, the leader of the punishment agency put his wand to his throat and said in a loud voice,

"Can you come down and talk?"

Hearing this, Meloti on the side sneered with disdain, and then pulled the reins hard, trying to control Thestrals, not letting the carriage be pulled down by them, and at the same time raised her voice and shouted.

"Attacking the Ministry of Magic's escort vehicles, could it be that your disciplinary authorities are ready to declare war on the Ministry of Magic while sending someone to talk to Minister Taft?"

"No, no, no, we are doing this to promote friendly relations between wizards and ordinary people."

The leader said in a flat voice, "You should know that the dark wizard in your prison cart killed an ordinary person from Brantania. ”

"In that case, then he can't be judged by the Ministry of Magic alone, by the Wizengamot alone. He must also go through the courts of our correctional apparatus, otherwise how can we be sure that he is the real criminal? ”

"As a wizard, are you doubting the Wizengamot's justice? It's ridiculous! Are you worthy of your pedigree? ”

Merotti said righteously, "Since ancient times, wizard crimes have been arrested and tried by the Ministry of Magic, and your disciplinary agency has only been established for a few years? ”

"Since ancient times, it must have been right, right?"

The leader continued, "Times have changed, and we wizards should adapt to the times and accept change. Only in this way can our descendants truly integrate into the crowd and the world. ”

"Instead of living like a rat crossing the street under the constraints of the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Act, as before!"

"Humph!"

Meloti snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "I thought you could say anything, it turns out that you are just a remnant of the survival of the saint organization!" ”

"You!"

The leader was poked by Meloti to his feet, and his face suddenly became gloomy, "Say it again, get out of the car and hand it over, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!" ”

As his words fell, several wizards on the ground dressed in punishment costumes raised their wands, and the Muggles next to them also raised their standard muskets in their hands, with the intention of starting a war without saying a word.

Seeing this, Rosie, who originally only planned to paddle behind Meloti to do the task, said loudly:

"Are you really sure you want to go to war? If you have a need to investigate this prisoner, why don't you go through the normal process of having the corrections authorities submit an official letter to the Ministry of Magic before taking him away? ”

After a pause, Rosie said again: "Or do you have no approval from above at all, and are you just acting on your own?" ”

Hearing this, the Muggles with guns below looked at each other a few times, and began to speculate in their hearts about the question raised by Rosie, but even so, they still held the muzzle of the gun steadily, and did not move in the slightest.

"Hmph, the official documents will naturally be sent to the Ministry of Magic later, but if you send him to Azkaban and spend a few days under the influence of those Dementors, who can guarantee that his spirit will not collapse because of this?"

The leader said reasonably, then waited for a moment, and said loudly, "I only count three times, I hope you can know a little bit about current affairs!" ”

"Three!"

With her right hand holding her wand, Rosie pulled a rubber band out of her inventory, gathered her brown hair behind her back and tied it in a ponytail at random.

"Two!"

Ready for battle, she looked at Meloti with bright eyes:

"Do you want to do it?"

Seeing Meloti nod, Rosie didn't wait for the man below to call out the final number, and pointed his wand at the hook that held the carriage below.