The Transformers at Hogwarts

Chapter 195 Azkaban
In the middle of the North Sea, there is a place where long-term storms gather, and the center of the storm is a small island.

The island never appeared on any maps, neither Muggle or wizarding, and any ships that approached the island inexplicably steered clear of it.

Because this is not only a forbidden place for muggles, but also a forbidden place for wizards.

There is a prison on this island - Azkaban.

In July, the monsoon in the North Atlantic is at its strongest, and the storm around the island reaches its peak throughout the year. The wind howls and engulfs the sea water, violently impacting the black rocks on the island, causing waves tens of meters high. The high waves seemed to break down the prison built of black rocks and wash away the dirt inside.

The sky of the small island is basically covered with dark clouds all year round, and the dark rain clouds make people feel depressing at first sight.

And in this stormy cloud, a black carriage is passing through it quickly. This carriage is very strange. There are no windows on the body, and the body is relatively slender. If it is not for the four wheels underneath, this carriage is alive and well. It looks like a coffin.

The violent wind hit the car body violently, but it didn't shake the seemingly thin car body at all. Pulling the cart were nine skinny black pegasus with a dragon head and huge bat wings. These nine black black horses also turned a blind eye to the storm. , pulled the carriage to split the storm, and flew towards the island rapidly.

The storm finally started, the pouring rain fell from the sky, the black carriage also lowered its height from the rainstorm, the wheels of the carriage crossed the water, causing huge splashes.

But as it got closer and closer to the small island, the strong wind and huge waves became stronger, and the speed of the carriage finally slowed down, floating up and down in the huge waves like a leaf of duckweed.

The speed of the flapping of the black pegasus' wings has increased, and their movements have become more difficult. It seems that it is not that simple to get close to the island.

At this time, a bright flame suddenly appeared behind the carriage, which brought a huge momentum to the carriage. With the help of this momentum, the carriage finally broke through the restraint of the strong wind and huge waves, and rushed to the island.

The car door opened, and a wizard came out. He was short and fat, with Cheng Liang's hair done.

He was wearing a pinstriped suit, purple tie, long black cape, and brown pointed boots.

He wore a dark green top hat on his head, and when a gust of wind blew, the top hat flew away.

He quickly drew out his wand and yelled, "The top hat is coming!"

The top hat struggled in the air and was blown away by the wind, as if laughing at his overreaching.

The dozen or so Aurors behind him looked away in embarrassment, followed by two reporters with old-fashioned cameras.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Fudge's feet finally stepped on solid ground, and the discomfort of motion sickness finally subsided a lot.

The cameras carried by the two reporters also began to flash, recording the appearance of Forgide Island.

"The weather here is horrible! I hate it here!" whispered a young blond Auror.

"No wizard likes this place," said a middle-aged Auror with various battle scars on his face.

"So, why did the minister come here when he has nothing to do?" The young Auror watched as Fudge was posing for pictures.

"He is declaring an attitude to the wizards!" The middle-aged Auror is obviously old-fashioned, "Recently, the law and order in the magic world is not very good. This year there was a big liar named Lockhart. Last year's There has been no progress on the Gringotts case, so the Minister has come here."

"In fact, every minister will come here, because this is Azkaban, and it is an important force for the Ministry of Magic to deter wizards! This is the first time Minister Fudge has come here." The middle-aged Auror added.

The young Auror nodded thoughtfully, and quickly followed in the footsteps of the senior, "This carriage is too bumpy, can't we use Portkeys, Floo Powder or Apparation?"

"If these methods can be used here, all the prisoners here will run away the next day!" The middle-aged Auror said mockingly. "Remember! This is Azkaban! The most vicious prisoners in the British wizarding world are here!"

The young Auror nodded quickly and followed the team.

Then he seemed to think of something again, "I heard that Hogwarts started recruiting Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers again, why don't you apply for the job with your rich experience, I heard that even people with previous convictions are hired as protection The teacher of Fantastic Beasts, Hogwarts is much better treated than in the Ministry."

"The teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts are some evil ones! They have been changing every year for many years. Those teachers were injured at the slightest and died at the worst. I want to live a few more years." The middle-aged Auror remained calm. said.

"Look at the teachers Dumbledore has been looking for in the past few years. Smugglers, Death Eaters, dark wizards, and liars are less and less willing to apply for this position."

Fudge walked towards the prison. Without him saying a word, there were two Aurors immediately. He took the first step but communicated with the dementors. He didn't want to be used as food by the dementors.

A group of people walked along a rock-paved road to the Azkaban Prison.

This is a dilapidated castle, occupying most of the area of ​​the island, and the space inside the building has been expanded with a traceless spell to ensure that it can accommodate all the criminals in the UK.

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

The way they move is by gliding across the ground, hands sticking out of cloaks, shimmering, grey, thin and scabbed.

Behind them dragged the shriveled corpses of two wizards.

The dementors noticed the happiness of this group of people, especially the fat man at the head, who looked like a firefly in the dark.

The dementors took a deep breath, long and slow, like old smokers who hadn't smoked for a long time, even second-hand smoke made them restless.

The two Aurors stood in front of the two reporters with expressionless faces, and the two reporters also lowered their cameras with interest, pretending not to see the two corpses.

"What are you doing!" the aged Auror asked in a low voice, resisting the discomfort in his heart, and he didn't dare to look at the two corpses too much.

"Dispose of the corpse! No one can live healthily under the inhalation of the dementor." The middle-aged Auror paused after saying this, "It's just a matter of time."

"The prisoners in Azkaban are all lunatics! This is also the cruelest place in the magic world. Torture!"

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