Hogwarts of a certain magic

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There is a perennial storm gathering place.

This is not only a forbidden place for Muggles, but also a forbidden place for wizards.

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

July,

The storm reached its peak throughout the year, and strong winds engulfed the sea, wave after wave, sweeping across the island, seeming to be about to overwhelm the black rock prison.

In the storm clouds, a black carriage resembling a hearse cut through the sky and flew towards the island.

The one pulling the cart is a seven-horse Yeqi!

An Auror drove the reins, directing the Ye Qi to land in the heavy rain, and the wheels of the wagon swept across the water, turning up huge splashes.

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

A violent wind blew up and a huge wave hit, preventing the carriage from approaching the island.

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

The iron rope, which was more than two hundred meters long, began to rag on the sea. In the blink of an eye, it twisted out a huge arc, like a scorpion wagging its tail, and nailed it to the rock on the island, and suddenly the flames splashed.

Under the traction of the iron cable, the carriage finally came to shore slowly.

The car door opened, and a wizard came out, short and fat, with well-groomed gray hair.

He was wearing a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, and purple pointed boots.

He wore a dark green top hat on his head, and after a strong wind, the top hat flew away.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen Aurors.

"Oh, Merlin." Fudge stepped on the solid ground, and the discomfort of motion sickness finally subsided.

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

"Yes, Mr. Minister." A man with light blond hair stood beside Fudge.

"So, I am really curious about you coming here."

Fudge walked towards the prison, and without him speaking, there was a group of Aurors immediately, taking the lead to communicate with the Dementors.

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

"If I remember correctly, this is your second application to Azkaban, right?

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

"Yes, Mr. Minister, your memory is really good."

Malfoy felt a little cold, and he wrapped his gorgeous cloak.

"Presumably you also know that my wife, Sissy, is a child of the Black family. As Bella's sister, it is reasonable to see her sister.

It was time for Sissy to come this time, but she was sick, so I had to come to visit the prison. How can I say it was Bella's brother-in-law."

"But we all know... it's better to stay away from the Death Eaters," Fudge said nervously.

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

"But a pure-blooded family like ours...the noble connection in the bloodline is always hard to give up, isn't it?"

"That's pretty good." Fudge smiled.

"But it's best not to let Dumbledore hear him. He won't like you with pure blood on your mouth, and he won't allow you to visit a Death Eater."

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

"We all know Dumbledore is great, but he is too broad!

The principal should have the consciousness of a principal and don't be nosy."

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

"He united with other wizards and kicked you from the position of school manager."

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

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

I think it is necessary to tell my son Draco not to take this course, I don't want him to get hurt."

Fudge coughed his throat and said, "Although I don't like Hagrid, he has already washed away his grievances."

"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 principal after all, and school matters are not my responsibility.

I'm still that suggestion, and don't have anything to do with these Death Eaters.We all know that the mysterious man is dead, and these Death Eaters have no future!"

Malfoy nodded, he didn't want to get involved, he wanted the gold of Gringotts.

Otherwise, who is all right to travel to Azkaban?

Fudge continued: "Lucius, compared to Death Eaters, care about our Ministry of Magic.

Merlin, can you believe it?

When we came to Azkaban, we actually rode an old-fashioned horse-drawn carriage like Yeqi... We didn't suffer from bumps on the road... It's a pity that this year's budget is not enough..."

Malfoy felt a little cold when he heard the minister's hint, and tightened his cloak again.

"What's wrong, Lucius?"

"Nothing." Malfoy showed a struggling expression, and he said in pain:

"The Ministry of Magic's transportation is indeed lagging behind...Well, let me donate some Garon, how about?"

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

You are really the conscience of the magic world!"

Bad conscience, Malfoy didn't know, he just felt a little pain in his heart!

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

"She is your eldest sister-in-law? Then I will give you half an hour to get along, only you two, separate rooms, how about?"

"Thank you so much." Malfoy smiled. "I hope to see Sirius Black again.

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

Fudge glanced at Malfoy and nodded.

Several people walked along a rock-paved road to Azkaban prison.

This is a triangular building that occupies most of the area of ​​the island, and the space is enlarged by the non-marking stretch curse.

Guaranteed to accommodate all criminals in the UK.

Not long after walking, a group of creatures appeared in the corridor. They were about three meters tall, wearing black cloaks with hoods, and their bodies were gray, looking like carrion.

They slid on the ground, and the hands outstretched from the cloak shimmered, gray, thin and scabs, and behind them dragged a pile of shriveled wizard corpses.

The dementors felt the happiness of this group of people, especially the two in the crowd, like fireflies in the night, bright stars, bright dazzling.

The dementors took a sigh of relief, long and slow, like old smokers who hadn't touched a cigarette for a long time.

Even secondhand smoke can make them restless.

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

"Dispose of the corpses in the prison." Fudge said: "So many wizards die every day. The Dementors build a mass grave behind the prison.

They need to drop the body there."

"Lucius." Fudge said with a hint of coldness in his voice.

"No matter what your purpose is here, I must remind you... No one can live healthy while being sucked by a dementor."

"The prisoners of Azkaban are all lunatics! This is also the cruelest...torture in the magical world."

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