Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 110 Bellatrix Lestrange

Dementors, definitely one of the most odious creatures on the planet, are invisible, wrapped in black cloaks, haunting the darkest and filthiest places in hordes, cheering corruption and despair.Wherever he passes, all happiness will be sucked away, reminding people of the most terrible things, and the 'mouth' under its hood will suck the souls of people, and they guard Azkaban.

The deadliest weapon of the dementors is called the "dementor's kiss", which is equivalent to killing. It will lift the hood and suck the soul of the kissed person.

As long as the brain and the heart are still working, one can live without a soul, but with no sense of self, no memory, no... anything, and without the slightest hope of recovery.

Just alive, an empty shell, lost soul never to return
The soul is doomed!

And the most important thing is that there is no effective way to eliminate it. Only the Patronus Charm can barely resist and expel it.

And they are guarding Azkaban now, and no prisoner has ever escaped successfully.Even sane and non-dangerous people can quickly lose their minds once inside.

"I am the Minister of Magic!"

Fudge's shouts obviously had an effect, and a procession of wizards came out from behind the heavy oak doors, hooded.

"Minister Fudge, I didn't expect you to arrive so early," the leading wizard put down his wand and hood, revealing his dark skin and bald head under the hood. "I thought you'd be late."

"Didn't you come earlier?" Fudge raised his eyebrows and said in a bad tone.

The leading wizard smiled, "In order to ensure the safety of the minister, we need to discipline these disobedient guards in advance."

In fact, they have been stationed in Azkaban since three days ago. According to the usual practice, they have always given full authority to the dementors - no one would want to work in Azkaban, even if it was just guarding the prison gate.

"That's right, what's your name?" Fudge looked very excited with a ruddy complexion, as if admiring the wizard in front of him.

"Shacklebolt, Kingsley Shacklebolt, belongs to the Auror Office." Kingsley replied neither humble nor overbearing.

"Yes, very good. I am quite relieved that the Ministry of Magic has elites like you."

But it's a pity that Kingsley's expression didn't change much, and his black skin gave him the best camouflage.

"Go in, I don't want to see these guys again!" Fudge tightened his cloak, and walked quickly towards the oak door.

Hera followed closely behind Fudge. Even though he had practiced the Patronus Charm last Halloween, it did not mean that he had the confidence to face a group of dementors.

Honestly following behind the professionals is the most correct choice.

While walking inward, while listening to Kingsley's introduction of the current situation in Azkaban, Hera couldn't help but feel lucky—fortunately, she has always been a law-abiding person.

As long as you don't get caught, you're not breaking any laws, are you?

Hera walked past a prison cell. The number of prisoners was not large, and even many cells were empty, but the white bones in them seemed to be telling something.

"Here we are." Kingsley stopped, and Hera almost hit Fudge's back. He looked at the cell in front of him. There were still several prisoners in the middle, but their conditions were not optimistic.

It can even be said to be a bit bad.

Because they seem to have lost their minds.

The moment he saw them, the prisoner was like a fly trapped in a glass bottle, crazily rushing towards the metal fence.

"Hahaha, let me see, who is this? The Ministry of Magic? The Dark Lord will return, he's coming soon, you're all going to die, you're all going to die"

One of the women's screams was the most horrific, making the already damp and cold Azkaban even more gloomy.

"She looks crazy." Kingsley looked at the woman coldly.

Fudge turned around and said in a complicated tone: "Hera, we are leaving first, I believe you will have a lot to say."

"Huh?" Hera was surprised. This is Bellatrix Lestrange?

Is this still the proud woman in my impression that I have only met a few times?
I still remember that she never lowered her proud head in front of Hera, and always had a high posture. This was the only impression Hera had of Bella since she could remember.

Silently watching Fudge, Kingsley and others leave along the way they came, Hera pursed her lips, and for a moment didn't know where to start.

It was clearly planned well before, taking advantage of Voldemort's existence, taking out the key to their vault from Bella and others, and then living a shameless life with Gallon
Bellatrix seemed a little tired. She clutched the fence tightly with both hands, trying to squeeze her head out of the fence, and in fact, she did succeed.

"Come on, let me see, who is this? Another guy who covets Lestrange's treasury? A lackey of the Ministry of Magic? Or a lobbyist for Lucius? My poor sister, her husband is a shrinking turtle, that damned, lowly traitor, who has the face to want to inherit our wealth?"

Bella's tone became crazy as she spoke, obviously her brain was completely broken.

Hera sighed, lowered her head and found a barely clean place to sit down, staring at Bella carefully.

She used to have smooth black hair and divine eyes, but the 11 years in Azkaban left her with a haggard face and crazy eyes.Now it looks like a tall woman with very dark skin, a wide chin, and thick eyelids. The whole person is like a mummy.

This is Bellatrix who once came from the noblest and oldest Black family?

That witch who was once so beautiful?

For some reason, Hera suddenly felt a little sentimental, and slowly spit out a few words, "Hera, Hera Lestrange."

"Hera?" Bella's eyes twisted vigorously, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. "Hera! My good boy, are you here to rescue me? I knew that His Royal Highness the Dark Lord would not forget Hera, his most loyal subordinate. Hurry up and save me!"

The man on the side also raised his head, his state was not even as good as Bella's, at least Bella still had the strength to scold the Ministry of Magic and Lucius.

"Bella, the Dark Lord!" Hera looked at the woman in front of her. She seemed to regard Voldemort as her spiritual support, crazy and dangerous.

According to Hera's behavior style, he didn't want to have anything to do with her.

"His Highness the Dark Lord, is he coming back? I knew it, how could he be defeated by a baby!"

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