My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 547 Azkaban
The warm ocean currents of the North Atlantic collide with the icy seawater flowing southward from the Arctic Ocean. The rising ocean currents make this sunny sea area billowy even on days when there is no sea breeze, and even under the sunshine, sparkling The waves roll over with rough momentum, and the sediment deposited on the bottom of the sea is constantly carried by the ocean currents and floated to the surface of the sea, which makes this sea area called the North Sea look not as clear and blue as the calm ocean, and also makes it a world-famous place with rich products. ancient fishing grounds.

Fishing boats dragging fishing nets pass by the sea, just like the ancestors who survived in this sea area hundreds of thousands of years ago, but compared with those years, there are fewer masts on the sea to ride the wind and waves, and sailors floating on wooden boards to go out to sea. Survivors and the ramming horns with solidified blood clots were replaced by billowing white smoke from steam turbines roaring, and giant steel ships towering majestically like fortresses.

The herring and mackerel were struggling in the nets, and the fishermen standing on the bows sang for today's catch. During the singing, several dark shadows passed over their heads, and the singing was interrupted.

"What thing flew over?"

"Maybe a row of seagulls."

"It's flying so fast," the captain of the fishing boat put down the shotgun he had just raised in disappointment, and shook his head with a pipe in his mouth. "I feel like eating meat."

"When you return to Hong Kong at night, why don't you just pack a box and take it back?"

"Fish meat is different from real meat," the captain put away his shotgun and yelled, "work harder, if you can get [-]% more than yesterday, I'll buy each of you a big fat chicken after returning to Hong Kong!"

Cheers sounded from the fishing boats, enriching the waves of the North Sea.

In the sky a few nautical miles away, a group of people in long robes are flying in formation on broomsticks at high speed. Among them, a person without a broomstick looks particularly abrupt. He is stepping on a silver skateboard-like object, flying no faster than Others are slow, but they always attract the sideways glances of wizards riding brooms around him.

"Mr. Williams, you can easily be spotted by Muggles like this." An Auror on a broom lowered his head to persuade the maverick young official, "Look, Minister Rich rides his own broom .”

"Ah, I've been having some pain in my hips lately," Nelson said, and it took only a second for him to come up with a great excuse. "It's not slow anyway, is it? And I cast the Disillusionment Charm on it, and Muggles can't see it." of."

"It's okay," Richie waved his hand with a smile, looked at Nelson and said, "Did you see it just now? They are actually pointing guns at us, my God, I can't guarantee that I can hit it so high with a wand place."

"Bullets can't hit this high. Of course, some sharpshooters who can hit satellites have to be said."

"Satellite? What's that?"

"The moon," Nelson said, not wanting to start talking. He turned his head and glanced backwards, "Maybe they mistook us for birds."

"Oh," Rich didn't delve into the bizarre behavior of these Muggles. He looked at Nelson and said sternly, "Be careful later, there are many people who have enemies with you in Azkaban."

"Are the dementors still there?"

"They don't want to move anyway," Ricky shrugged and almost fell off the broom. Nelson grabbed him quickly, rubbing his trembling thighs, and said, "You're right, riding a broom is right The hips are not good... Don’t worry about this, the prisoners in Azkaban have been squeezed out of their spirits, not to mention their magical powers, they may not attack you, but they will definitely scold you.”

"That's okay," Nelson smiled, "I've never lost a curse."

"Well, there are also dementors... oh, I was worrying too much, you should not be afraid of dementors, they should be afraid of you."

"I'm too familiar with dementors," Nelson blinked. "Don't worry, Mr. Minister."

"You need to identify those who attacked the Hogwarts Express yesterday. Some of them were dishonest and have recanted their confessions." Rich was still patiently pleading for the junior who had just stepped out of the ivory tower, "Don't Worry, after entering Azkaban, their threats or wooing will be ridiculously unfounded with the confession of the dementors."

"Don't worry, my lord."

Nelson's knees were slightly bent, and the silver plate under his feet trembled under the urging of magic power. Blue flames gushed out from the tail, bringing a wave of heat to the surrounding air. Speed ​​up and rush forward like a hunting falcon.

"Follow."

Rich sighed, gripped the broom between his legs, and led the Aurors up to speed.

The black shadow on the broom draws straight lines in the air, chasing the silver falcons in front of them freely. Sometimes they climb up, sometimes they lie down, setting off waves of air on the sea surface that spread around.

……

Azkaban is located on a small isolated island in the northern part of the North Sea. Even if it is surrounded by the sea, the top of the head is always shrouded in clouds. The sun does not exist in the weather forecast of the island, which also makes the island The vegetation on the ground is extremely sparse, only some ferns and fungi that do not need sunlight to survive lie weakly on the ground, giving the jagged rocks a slippery and disgusting texture.

A spired castle stands alone on the highest point of the island. 500 years ago, it was not the current wizard prison, but the residence of a powerful dark wizard. He liked to capture innocent people and torture them in the castle. He has long been eroded by black magic and became mad. Since then, there have been dementors floating on the island. There has always been a saying in the academic circles that he is a follower of the despicable Haierbo, and even inherited part of Haierbo's mantle. But until he was wiped out by the wizard, no direct evidence was found.

However, Nelson can prove this point. A few nautical miles away from Azkaban, he can already smell that disgusting familiar stench in the sea breeze, that kind of black magic that can corrupt souls and magic power the stench.

After the signing of the "International Statute of Secrecy", out of concerns about the safety of the sporadic wizarding prisons in the UK, Damocles Rolle, the Minister of Magic, set it up as a wizarding prison far away from the British mainland. , although the voice of opposition has never been lowered, but this prison island that devours everything has been running smoothly to this day, and has maintained a record of zero escapes.

Subsequent ministers, including Nobby Rich, also acquiesced to this approach, not because they recognized the achievements of Azkaban, but because this isolated island has long been hard to return—the biggest danger of Azkaban is not the prisoners held here , In fact, the villains who are lucky enough to live in Azkaban will often become useless people in just a few weeks, but the real danger here comes from the jailers who are kept on the island—the soul-destroyer Strange.

They live by sucking the happiness of these prisoners. If Azkaban is scrapped, a large number of dementors will leave here due to lack of food, causing even greater disasters. The animals are full of vigilance. Rather than feeding them to guard the prisoners, it is better to say that they are fed with the souls of the prisoners and kept here in captivity.

"Honestly, I think this place is a bit inhuman."

Rich jumped off the broom stiffly like a zombie, rubbing his sore Muggle thigh, Nelson supported him, and heard him say: "But there is really no way, the expert report is that if the dementor loses stability If there is no food source, they will abandon the prison and turn to the British mainland. I am not defending myself. I just think that criminals don’t need to care too much about human rights. It’s just some minor cases that have to serve a period of time. Prisoners are irreversibly harmed."

"This will give them a long memory, Minister," the Auror behind Rich agreed, "Mr. Williams, the new prisoner is upstairs, and you need to identify it yourself."

"You go, Nelson, I won't go." Rich wrapped his robe tightly and stamped his feet on the ground. Get it done on the coast and go back."

"Don't bother, Minister," Nelson raised his wand, his body was shrouded in a misty silver light, and the surrounding temperature rose a little instantly. He followed behind the Auror who also summoned the patron saint, and entered the castle, " See you."

……

"I'm done identifying." After seeing the face of the last prisoner, Nelson nodded, and took out a roll of parchment from his pocket. "You can compare it again. I took a photo yesterday."

"clear."

"By the way, Minister Rich said that there is my old enemy here? Does anyone know where it is?"

The Aurors shook their heads, they didn't know much about this place, and only one of them stood up and said, "Mr. Williams, this floor houses some prisoners with special identities who can't be directly stuffed into the dementor floor. Most of yours were once high-ranking... perhaps, you know some."

"Height and weight?" Nelson repeated, asking, "How tall and heavy?"

"The former chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Justice Shafiq, is imprisoned here."

……

"Isn't the inheritance of life just like this?"

Shafiq's eyes were hidden behind the gray hair hanging down to his forehead. There was no hatred, no resentment, no hostility, not even the loneliness of a loser. His gaze was firmly fixed on Nelson outside the iron fence. On his face, in Azkaban's prison cell that looked like a scene of hell, Nelson was so bright that people couldn't open his eyes, and he was no exception, with stimulated tears in his dry eyes.

He was still wearing that gleaming silver robe, and in such a messy prison cell, this gorgeous robe was not stained with a single bit of dust, but Judge Shafik who was wrapped in it looked filthy by comparison.

The conversation started when Nelson approached him and asked, "How are you doing in Azkaban?"

"Young strong ambitious guys walk into the stage with their heads held high, and the old weak sticklers end up falling, I've been in that position for so long and I've expected to be kicked out , it's just not that decent."

"Do you care about decency? Justice Shafik?" Nelson emphasized the word "justice". In his opinion, the conspirator who once caused the tragedy was just using his pitiful appearance to win sympathy. Nelson even omitted the honorifics he used to treat people, and said bluntly, "Then why did you end up like that in the end?" Is it indecent?"

"I even lost my dignity. What's the use of such a walking corpse? In the tradition of the Shafik family, those old wizards should have left their wands and walked into the mountains alone, or To die under the claws of a dragon, or to lie safely in the belly of a fish, but we are young and old, and power does not wait for a child who is still babbling."

"Aren't you reconciled? Not reconciled to falling under the ridiculous tricks of a child who once babbled in his infancy?"

"No, you misunderstood, Nelson, I've never felt disgusted like this." Shafiq's tone was so indifferent that it didn't look like a living person was speaking, and the white air from his old and chapped lips had long been captured The dead silence of the ghost turned cold, "You grew up in the arms of Muggles, and they changed your name, so we couldn't find you for ten years. You who grew up in that harsh environment didn't understand Shafei at all. The glory of the Ke family, we are the world's most advocating wisdom and the most insightful wizards, the tradition and greatness we must uphold are unimaginable."

"It's really hard for me to imagine," Nelson snorted coldly, sarcastically, "I really don't see any glory in such a shameful family."

"When I can look down on everyone, everything you say is the cornerstone of my throne, but when you drag me down, those scavenging jackals who followed you dared to stare at the collapsed bricks Bark, they'll put a seal on the chair I've been sitting on and run around yelling, 'Look! We beat a bad guy!' And then what?"

There was a smile on Shafiq's face, but it disappeared quickly: "They will secretly move that chair to their own home, wear imitation my robes in the dead of night, and play the role of more imaginary characters in the darkroom. The role of Brilliance is greater and more powerful, and even the leftovers scattered when the throne was smashed will be picked up by them and taken home. They treat it as a treasure and place it under the foundation of the house. They dare not show off to others. The jackals that get carrion will only hide in dirty corners and gobble them up, while those who don’t get it can only lick their bones and bloody paws and pretend that they are victors. You think you have won everything wins, but everyone has something in their hearts."

"You don't have to say that."

"No, I'm going to say it, and I know that you will listen," Shafiq grinned, using his shackled and shackled arms to part the messy hair that covered his eyes, which only contained Nelson's reflection, " You'll hear me out, whether it's patrolling your own booty as victor, or wringing the last morsel of usefulness out of me, as is your cunning habit."

"You take yourself so seriously."

"Isn't it? I am very important. A person who has been in the middle for a long time, no matter how desolate he is, there will always be countless pairs of eyes staring at him," Shafik put down his hand, and his eyes were covered by his hair again , "I know what's new here, don't you want to know more?"

(End of this chapter)