It wasn't until the International Federation of Wizards' secrecy laws were enacted that the Ministry of Magic felt the need for a well-guarded wizarding prison for witches and wizards who had committed many crimes, especially those with great strength, and that stricter incarceration measures were needed for them.

The Ministry of Magic plans to build a new wizarding prison, preferably on a remote island, initially chosen in the Scottish Hebrides.

However, the new Minister of Magic, Mr. Damocles Rohr, denied the plan...... The location he chose for the new wizarding prison was Azkaban, and Minister Rolle claimed that the Dementors living there were an advantage for wizards: they could guard the prison, saving the Ministry of Magic time, trouble, and expense.

The plan was quickly implemented, and Azkaban prison was erected in just two months...... And for more than 200 years, it has been effectively used by wizards.

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Mr. Connelly Fudge soon returned to their camp.

The camp was located on a huge reef in a very remote corner of Azkaban, a pitifully small and dilapidated log cabin imaginable.

This is also the area of the entire island that is least affected by the Dementors, and the few special agents of the Ministry of Magic stationed in Azkaban are resting.

Back in the dilapidated hut, Fudge hurriedly trotted to the fire to dispel the chill from his body.

Despite the storms outside the windows, the waves crashed against the walls of the huts, and the raging wind made several tattered windows pop......

But Fudge was visibly relieved.

"Connelly, how's it going, nothing unusual tonight, right?" asked another man in the cabin.

"No anomalies, Gadvin. Fudge replied quickly.

Gadwin was also a commissioner sent by the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban, though he was part of the Aurors' office...... And he's still young, and he's still a promising Auror, and it won't be long before he's transferred from the island.

As soon as he thought of this, Fudge felt a little more envious in his heart...... A wizard like himself who wants to leave Azkaban Island will probably have to wait until he retires.

"But I feel like the Dementors tonight seem a little unusual. Gadwin frowned and said, "Something isn't quite right......

"Don't think too much, young man!" Fudge's mood improved a little after drying the rain off his body, and he jokingly said, "I'm afraid the criminals who were able to escape from Azkaban haven't been born yet......"

To be honest, Cornelius Fudge's words are not an exaggeration.

Azkaban has a history of almost 270 years since its founding...... In these long years, the number of criminals who have escaped from Azkaban is zero!

The wizards and wizards who were imprisoned in this prison had no record of successful escapes, and none of them were able to escape the clutches of the Dementors.

This is also the fact that over the years, many "people of insight" in the wizarding world have been obsessed with the existence of Azkaban...... After all, Azkaban was so cruel to the criminals that even those who were originally mentally healthy and not dangerous would quickly lose their minds when they entered, and most of the prisoners inside had gone mad, and even set up cemeteries to bury people who had died of depression.

The Ministry of Magic, on the other hand, has always defended its position on the grounds that it has a perfect record of zero prison escapes.

"Alright, Gadwin, let's have some grilled sausages!" said Fudjile, "In such a cold weather, eating a few grilled sausages and whiskey is like going to heaven......"

As he spoke, he started making the skewers.

Gadwin didn't have any objections and quickly came over to help.

The whole cottage suddenly wafted the smell of barbecue.

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A few hours later, Mr. Connelly Fudge, who was full of wine and food, had fallen asleep.

However, he did not sleep for long, when an earth-shattering explosion woke him up from his sleep.

"What's the situation!" he shouted as he got up from the bed in a hurry with his chubby little belly.

At the same time, he haphazardly picked up his wand from the pillow.

"Connelly!" the bedroom door opened, and Gadwin and another Ministry of Magic agent were outside, both fully armed, "Looks like someone is trying to escape!"

Fudge was almost taken aback, and as fast as he could, he put on the wizard's robe and put on the dragonskin gloves.

Then he followed the other two and ran out of the cabin.

A dilapidated rowboat was docked at the edge of the reef, and as the three of them boarded the rowboat, it sped towards Azkaban Island......

In the sky, they could see a lot of Dementors floating around...... Even hundreds, even thousands, and perhaps the entire Azkaban Dementors have already been dispatched!

They fluttered around the island in black, appearing from all directions, searching impatiently......

Fudge felt his vision blur a little, and he began to think desperately about happy things......

Dementor attacks sometimes don't have long eyes, and the Ministry of Magic has seen before when agents were attacked by Dementors.

"Expecto Patronum!" Gardwin raised his wand.

A silver-white owl appeared next to the three of them...... Fudge finally felt that the chill he had felt before gradually dissipate, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They raced through cell after cell, to the spot where the explosion had been heard earlier—

After a few minutes, they finally found it!

A fence had been blown to pieces by a spell, and the doors of several surrounding cells had been opened, leaving them empty.

"Merlin's beard!"

Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but cover his mouth......

As you can imagine, the worst has already happened.

For the first time in the history of Azkaban Prison, there was a successful escape!

He suddenly remembered the spotted cat.

Then, I remembered the Muggle fishing ship in the storm.

He hurriedly stuck his head out of the broken wall and watched the situation in the sea......

Unfortunately, there was no sign of the Muggle fishing boat anymore.

......

And in the icy waters of the North Sea.

A strange group, swimming desperately.

Four quirky animals......

A tall stag with two long horns, and on its back sat a strange spotted cat.

If Mr. Connelly Fudge had been here, he would have recognized the spotted cat as the one he had seen on the walls of Azkaban a few hours earlier.

In addition, there is a big black dog that crawls in the water, and a small mouse on the top of the big black dog's head.

As a fishing net swept over, four strange animals were swept away.

Then, with the Muggle fishing boat, they sped away from the sinful island not far away.