Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"You already know your rights in Azkaban?" Fudge's tone was impatient.

Zoe nodded: "Single large cell, better food, and permission for certain periods of activity... Should I thank you for being'generous' to me? Thanks for giving me a small broken bed instead of Haystack." Fudge snorted coldly.

"In two months, we will come to pick you up again before the court session. Before that, if you dare to challenge the rules here, as long as there is even the slightest motivation, we will immediately decide to throw you into Azkaban. At the same time, investigators will come to you every three days to visit you and collect some information from you."

"Can you bring the Daily Prophet for me?" Zoe asked. "I remember Mr. Fudge brought the newspaper for Sirius Black before." Fudge waved his hand."Why should I help this? You are not on holiday, miss."

"Even if it is once every three days, the investigator can't bring me here? Then I should also have the right to refuse to cooperate?" Zoe's tone became tough, "This is just one thing that can be done easily. It’s a trivial matter, it’s as simple as dusting off the dust with your hands, rather than encouraging others to agree with the rationality of your arrest warrant."

"...Okay, but you better learn to be humble, Siegel." Fudge said, "Everything I do is to maintain this peaceful age and the time for people to live in peace, but you and your accomplices Trying to destroy all of this and creating the illusion of panic, do you want to be the second mysterious person?"

"If you really know me about my attempts, you will know that I always put hatred of him first, followed by you short-sighted officials. Dumbledore told me countless times that trust should be my own responsibility. Established, so I have tried to let go of my prejudice against you in the past few years-I thought about it this way-thinking it would make me different."

"You can't do anything, Minister." She looked at Fudge, whose face turned purple because of her suppressed anger. "What you want to'guard' is only your power and your status. Other than that A waste weaker than anyone... You can't defeat me, you can't defeat Dumbledore, you can't defeat anyone. I'm glad I can finally tell the truth at this time: even if it's a troll sitting In this position, perhaps they are more courageous than you! At least it also knows to warn of the coming of danger; but you and it also have many similarities, such as the size of the brain as small as half of my palm."

Chapter Two

The bow of the boat gently tapped on the only low landing on the island, and the waves spread shallowly.Several people went ashore, and the wizard who led the way manipulated a bundle of ropes and a wooden stake to tie the boat to the shore."Ministry, Minister, shall we go find those guys?" The wizard looked at Fudge tremblingly. Once this man tore his kind mask, he would no longer use those false appearances to cover himself.

Zoe bit his lip without saying a word.Her arms were tied behind her back, and the Auror beside her pressed her left shoulder with the force that seemed to crush her shoulder, pushing her away quickly, followed by a vigilant Auror behind her.Winding up the steep slope full of gravel and sand, the ruined but relatively complete castle wall appeared in front of him.

As a building, Azkaban's location has completely lost its past glory.Zoe saw that those deep cracks painted tortuous pictures on the wall. Azkaban only partially renovated the exterior building when he first decided to use it. They did not dare to go too deep, only in Prisons have been built in some of the outermost areas, and restrictions have been established to prevent prisoners from breaking out.

The sky was very gloomy, like a prelude to a rainstorm.Zoe could see several large black masses flying in the sky. They surrounded Azkaban, like a vulture looking down at his food bowl.When Fudge and the others walked to the railing near the gate, the dementors kept sliding over lightly.

Fudge raised his magic wand. Dementors were very strange creatures. Since they can't speak, they shouldn't have similar languages ​​or cultures. They are just beast-like monsters.But they have something similar to instinct, which allows them to perceive the emotions and thoughts hidden deep in the human heart, and then achieve a behavior similar to communication.Many researchers believe that dementors are unwilling to serve as the guards of Azkaban, just because it is profitable for them to do so, and they are by no means human partners and friendly forces.

Dementors can snoop into human hearts and spread terror to them. They can't understand too many complicated things, but Fudge believes that the Ministry of Magic has tame these monsters and let them work faithfully for the cause of the Ministry.

"This is a newcomer. It is not a formal prisoner. You can't'kiss', but I give you the permission to monitor it at any time." Zoe met the black under the broken cloak unexpectedly, and Zoe thought it could be regarded as a seducer. The blame is watching it and confirming her emotions.

"Siegel, let's go, take you to see where you live during this time." Fudge helped the top hat, and two dementors floated down, they stretched out their dead white and scarred hands , Grabbed Zoe's arms and led her through the door."Wait for me here." Fudge gave the order and followed.

They walked down more than a dozen stone steps, and the temperature immediately became cold as they entered the room. There was no ignition on the wall, and the light coming through the window was often the biggest light source.Looking into the eye, there are small compartments around, and the exits are sealed with iron railings.The screaming, yelling, sobbing and chanting babbles never stop.

"Not here." Fudge led her through the corridor and stopped in front of a door on the corner.

"It's really surprising. This is a room." Zoe raised an eyebrow. "I thought that after what happened just now, the minister with a small belly would just throw me into the toilet and shut me up."

"After the trial is over, you will know something, Miss." Fudge said, "No one will be able to save you by then. You just have to rot in Azkaban with your fate."

"You can just get rid of a burden and take the opportunity to impeach Dumbledore, thinking that he instigated and raised a dark wizard?"

"Actually, I don't have to wait so long. The old man is already in the past." Fudge smiled, "While you can find the opportunity now, play around as much as you want. I will make it your last good memory."

"Then I hope I can have a snack for dinner every day."

"Waste of taxes, rejected."

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"Well, let's see..." Zoe covered the door, she was not allowed to lock the door, "It's really a room." She walked to the bookshelf, which was full of books."It's not like a mere decoration...cough!" She had just taken a book from the shelf, and the dust that came on her face made her cough.

The room hasn't been cleaned for an unknown period of time. According to Azkaban's historical records, Zoe didn't even want to think about whether these spider webs were far older than her.There is no place that is not covered with a thick layer of dust, and there is no place where she can sit for a while, and just a wipe on the surface of the chair makes her fingertips dark gray.

Finally she glanced at the bed hopelessly... "Hey, do you know where there are cleaning tools like buckets, brooms, and rags?" Only when she is really demented, she thinks about asking the Dementor.When these ghost-like creatures approached, the shallow coolness would sweep through Zoe's body and mind, and some hallucinations appeared before her eyes, but they were fleeting.

Zoe can roughly guess why he is not affected by dementors. Dementors are very sensitive to human emotions, but they don’t understand very complex emotions. It is because of Sirius being transformed into anima. Gus was able to escape from Azkaban dangerously and dangerously, because the dementors couldn't understand the dog's more instinctive, messy instinct.

Shuttling between dementors, if this behavior were seen by others, it would probably be regarded as another example of black magic, maybe?But Fudge and the others have left long ago. Whether they are officials or not, as long as they are humans, they can’t stand being in the same room with dementors for a long time. Even Zoe is not totally unaffected, but she The impact on the Dementor feels even more dull.

Fudge didn't explain more to her, perhaps because after tearing his face with Zoe, he skipped the previous conversation.Zoe tried to leave the room. She looked at the dementor behind her and slowly opened the door.

"If leaving the'prison' room is considered a reasonable behavior, where else is not allowed to approach?" The dementor behind him followed not far away, and Zoe followed the stone steps down to the other floor. , Another symphony of wailing and screaming, the dementors seem to be patrolling around. When they see Zoe, they always slowly turn the shadow hidden under the cloak around until Zoe disappears. This piece of them was turned back.

After another floor, there was a deep sound of hitting the wall or smashing the head against the cold iron railing.Most of the people here have lost the energy to shout loudly. They are different from the prisoners who have just been taken into custody. Most of them are half dead or already mad. Zoe looked through the railing and saw the scrawny arm stretched out empty. The cuffs, the flesh on their cheeks collapsed, and their skin became loose.

Those people watched her walk by with empty, trance eyes, that is no longer what living humans can have.Some people in the cell are not very old, and some are very old, but no matter what kind of person they are, they are full of lifelessness.

Zoe avoided a dementor who was drifting towards her. The dementor was dragging a black object on his hand, and it made a slight noise on the ground. When she passed by, she finally saw it clearly.A waxy white hand leaked through the loose robe, but it didn't look like a hand, but like a tree branch wrapped in a layer of skin.The dead wizard's head was up, shaking from time to time because of being dragged.He didn't even close his eyes, his empty eyes were no longer angry, and his lips were dry. His face was no different from those prisoners who were not in a cage with him, except that he was dead and the others were still hanging. .

The sight of the deceased is not good.Zoe is not an ignorant baby, but his emotions are stuck in his throat. He just feels that breathing has become difficult, and his brain is heavy and uncomfortable."Dang, Dang, Dang!" The gentle, metal crashing sound rang from not far away.Zoe got rid of the messy thoughts, looked up, one hand tapped the railing tirelessly. To Zoe's surprise, it sounded a bit of a melody, not like being mad about self-defeating. .

Curiosity drove her to look over, faintly seeing a head wrapped in messy hair, shaking gently from left to right."Are you a newcomer?" Zoe was even more surprised. This was the first sentence she heard since she came here. The voice sounded female, although it was a bit hoarse and weak, but very clear.

"No, no. Your robes are not dusty at all, and you don't look like a fallen person." Before Zoe could reply, the woman giggled and said to herself, she looked like a lunatic."Where did the little thing come from?" She swept away the long hair that covered her face, revealing a pair of crazy and persistent, trembling eyes, and she carefully licked Zoe. Sweeping from top to bottom, a mysterious smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"You look a bit like someone I know... Come on, little guy, come, get closer, let me take a closer look..."

Chapter III Hatred (Part 1)

Do you want to go there?Even though the other party is still a prisoner across the cage, there can be nothing in his hands that can hurt him, not to mention that all the prisoners in Azkaban are lifeless, no matter when they die in prison, it is not surprising.This weird woman is no different from other people she sees, and there is no danger even if she gets close.

Just two steps forward, Zoe stopped again."Who are you? Do you know me...Do you recognize this face?" The woman chuckled."I can't hear you clearly, you get closer, you know this is a tormenting place, I'm so weak that I don't have much energy to speak... Or are you afraid to even approach a dying prisoner?"

"Yes, I shouldn't be afraid." Zoe nodded, "but I would like to believe in my eyes and feelings instead of just stepping forward so stupidly. You are in danger. Have you ever looked in the mirror yourself? The stubborn madness is overwhelming. I have never seen the light in your eyes in the eyes of other prisoners. Until you formally explain your identity, I don’t think being close to you is a good choice."

"Ha ha ha, you are a Slytherin?" The woman was not annoyed, she pulled on the railing and pressed her very thin body on it, actually planning to chat with Zoe just like that.

"I'm Ravenclaw," Zoe said calmly.

"Then you are not my junior... I am a Slytherin, one of the best people." The woman said to herself, "It is for order and tradition to return to it. One of the pure-bloods who went into battle... Actually, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t it? I never pack a good appearance for what I do."

"I don't care if you are a Slytherin or a Gryffindor... I just want to know who you are and what is the purpose of stopping me."

"Do you follow your father's surname or your mother's surname?" the woman said, "but I don't know what that person's surname is. He never puts his heart on me... But sooner or later I will let him know my loyalty and agree with me. ability……"

"You must be a Death Eater." Zoe frowned.

"Of course I am a Death Eater. The newcomers who have thrown in the most over the years are our members, aren't they? Food will spoil in hot weather because the environment is not suitable for preserving its value...Here we are the rotten food— —Or about to decay, how many of the people you think are still alive and still screaming have been in Azkaban for more than 30 years? None, they were all taken away by the dementors, As you have seen before, they are all buried in the small cemetery outside the prison."

"With your expression, you think we all deserve our sins, right? Because we stuffed the mudbloods back into the dunghole where they should go back, because we maintained the tradition that everyone should defend, because people who are far away from disputes have always been able to do nothing. Guanji’s attitude to criticize everything that happened in the past."

"Because what you did hurt innocent people, so many people. Breaking the peace and wantonly causing death and suffering, so you will be taken into custody."

"It's just that we failed, that's why we were thrown into Azkaban and classified as evil... This is not important, because I know our great master has never left us. I saw him tall and straight in my sleep before. From behind, he whispered to us, asking us to stand up and resist, leave this damn cage and return to his side..." The woman suddenly lifted up her robe madly and stretched out her slender left arm towards Zoe .

"Look at this mark! I-thinking day and night, praying to it all day long, and my master finally responded to me, this burning pain is supreme joy for me!" Zoe said silently Looked at the dark mark on her arm made up of skulls and snakes."All I know now is that you are crazy."

"Crazy? Hahahahahaha! Whenever I look at those mudbloods on the streets, reproducing fast like mice, these thieves stalk their heads, just because they have so little magic power, they come from our ancient families. Taking away honor, knowledge, and money, trying to share the same scenery and breathing the same air with us pure blood, but ignoring the most important traditions of our wizards, and in the end even began to try to tarnish the pure blood."

"Sweeping these dust out of our house, instead of letting them accumulate, is a matter of course."

There was no communication at all, and there was a huge gap between the two parties from the beginning, and that could not be crossed, because both sides regarded this as the absolute bottom line."Impatient? It's not like you in the past, Siegel. You should be a ruthless person who is more comfortable, overlooks me, and treats me as insignificant dust..." The woman stretched her hand to Zoe, "You Are you really not getting closer?"

"I'm not Max." Zoe's voice was unusually cold. "I think you probably admitted the wrong person."

"So what?" The woman didn't care. "Even if you are not Max Siegel, you still follow our cause by instinct! I have heard Batty say that you helped the greatest Dark Lord reach The goal he expected!"