Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

No one answered, they just turned their heads and everyone talked about their own things again, chatting in low voices again.

It’s like, “It has nothing to do with me.”

Instead of "I'm scared".

Draco felt a little embarrassed, after all, people acted indifferently. However, Harry was very satisfied, this was the effect he wanted.

"Thank you, but you don't have to be like this." Nagini nodded gently, expressing her gratitude politely and distantly.

She was wary of Harry.

"It's okay." Harry nodded slightly and said no more.

At the same time, Aberforsti walked up with two bottles of wine. With a searching look on his brow, Nagini apologized, walked towards Aberforth, and began to speak in a low voice.

After hearing what happened today, Aberforth's face turned dark and he said in a deep voice, "How many times has this happened today?"

"This..." Nagini was stunned for a moment and said softly: "This is my first time seeing them."

"No." Aberforth shook his head: "What I'm saying is, these bastards are harassing you...forget it, you don't have to give me an answer!"

Having been alone for too long, Aberforth has always been insensitive to other people's feelings. He has seen through most of them in a hundred years, and nothing seems to matter.

This was definitely not the first time that Nagini had been harassed. He was familiar with how bad these drinkers were - even verbal teasing was not enough to get them locked up in Azkaban. Many "good people" had done this.

But he will never allow it!

"If something like this happens again in the future, there is no need to tolerate it, and there is no need to give me face. Just return the favor." Aberforth said seriously.

"Okay, sir." Nagini nodded.

Aberforth nodded helplessly, opened the wine, poured a glass, and said: "Nagini, I said, you don't have to do these trivial things. You can choose your own life. I have thought about it many times when you wake up. What will I do, except..."

"Sir, this is my choice." Nagini smiled, picked up the wine glass, turned and walked towards Draco Harry's table.

"Your agave," she whispered.

"Thank you." Draco nodded slightly, and after Nagini left, he couldn't wait to take a bite.

After a moment, he suppressed his grin and said, "It's boring... I've always liked the name of this wine, but the taste is a bit..."

Harry listened patiently to Draco's comments about the wine - presumably he also learned some vocabulary from Lucius.

After a moment, until Draco had finished speaking, Harry glanced back at the fireplace.

"not coming…"

"Wait a minute?" Draco also looked impatient.

Just as he was talking, a flame suddenly rose in the fireplace of the bar, and a bow-legged man walked out of it quickly, with a red complexion, and his turbid yellow eyes like a mouse kept looking at the tavern.

Then, his eyes fell on Harry, and he swallowed. Seeing that the two of them didn't notice him, he quickly patted his face to cheer up.

fortunately…

Then, he walked quickly to the two of them, grabbed a chair and sat down in a familiar manner.

Draco glanced at him, and then the tip of his nose twitched: "You were late...drinking? It seems that the things between us are far less important to you than the drinking party!"

"No...no." Mundungus waved his hand quickly, trying to explain.

"Explanations are useless, let's just talk about it." Draco said, "Where is what we want?"

"Yes! Yes!" Mundungus nodded quickly: "I found two people through connections. I'm really sorry. It's not that I didn't try hard enough.

It's just that people who came out of Azkaban were either depressed and didn't want to interact with outsiders, or they were already depressed and committed suicide. There are also some who are crazy and ignore things, completely unable to communicate.

It took a lot of effort for me to find these two people, and..."

"And what?"

"As I said, people who come out of Azkaban are all..." Mundungus whispered: "For example, the first person I found, he is now doing food delivery work in Diagon Alley, every day I can only barely make some money for food.

The second one is a little crazy. You may also recognize him as the beggar with a broken leg in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. "

"I don't know." Draco said, "But... who is the delivery person? Is he free tonight?!"

At least this is someone who can earn a living on his own, so he should be able to communicate normally.

"Of course! Of course! His life is very difficult." Mundungus nodded quickly: "Would you like to contact him?"

"Now." Draco nodded.

As soon as the words fell, Mundungus seemed to jump up from the torture chair, quickly walked into the fireplace again and left.

"I thought he was going to say let us go or something..." Draco whispered.

"We're not going anyway," Harry said.

"Only a fool would do it." Draco raised the corner of his mouth: "But this guy is really...unreliable and smells of alcohol. Do you think it's possible that he could bring in a familiar liar to join forces and deceive us?!"

Harry was silent for a while. Logically speaking, Mundungus should not do such stupid things because they have the leverage, but... it's really possible.

"It's possible, let's be careful later."

After that, the two of them fell silent and listened to the chatter of others in the tavern, describing recent events.

Lloyd had a cold two days ago and wanted to mix some alcohol with his cold medicine. As a result, he slept for two days and his family began to prepare for his funeral.

Adelson was walking in London yesterday and bumped into a Muggle. As a result, the two got into a fight. So he followed the guy secretly and used his wand to turn the other person's wallet keys into mice...

All kinds of trivial magical pleasures surround their ears.

More than ten minutes later, the fireplace once again lit up with dazzling green fire.

Mundungus, a decadent man with sunken eyes and a sluggish look, walked in.

"Right here," Mundungus said.

"What?" The man was a little confused: "Who?!"

"That's the person I just talked about, remember?!" Mundungus quickly reminded him.

"Oh...oh, yes." The man nodded: "So that's what happened."

With that said, they also walked to Harry and Draco's table.

"Let's go out and talk." Harry and Draco stood up and walked outside.

Outside, the cold wind blew by, quickly blowing away the decadence that had just risen in the warm house.

"Introduce me, Mundungus." Draco said softly. At the same time, he also noticed the big depression on the dirt road in the country, which was full of cracks.

Obviously, that was the scene where Harry was doing something outside just now.

"His name is Paul Shaner. Five years ago, he walked out of Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron into London after being drunk. As a result, he injured a Muggle on the way and caused many people to witness magical events. He was sentenced to one life. … It’s like a two-year sentence.”

"Ah...that...that was such a desperate experience." Paul looked ahead with dull eyes.

Mundungus reminded: "I have known this guy before... He was not like this before. It was just like this after he came out of Azkaban. He was in a trance and had nightmares all night long. He has been..."

As he spoke, Mundungus tapped his temple with his hand, and showed his teeth full of yellow spots with a flattering smile.

"But he definitely knows everything about what's going on there."

"Yes." Paul's eyes were slightly brighter: "But, I want money. After I came out of there, my life went very wrong - I must want money!"

"Okay." Draco nodded: "As long as your information is indeed what we want!"

"You can ask, I can tell you everything I know."

"Then tell me everything you know." Draco said.

"Okay." Paul nodded, and then began to talk: "Azkaban is known as the most terrifying prison. In fact, I don't know whether this is right or wrong - after all, there is only such a prison in the UK."

As he spoke, he seemed to be in a trance again and paused for a long time.

Draco looked at Harry impatiently. Seeing that Harry was not in a hurry, he could only wait helplessly, and at the same time he twisted his neck, making a crisp sound.

"Ah, yes." He said in a louder voice: "Prisoners from all over Britain are going there!

But most people don’t know that. There are actually two Azkabans! "

"Two?!" Harry became serious.

"Yeah." Paul nodded: "A place where serious criminals are imprisoned, such as that...uh...Sirius, and Belletris...it seems that these two names come from, they are quite famous...

Then, there is Azkaban, where ordinary criminals like us are imprisoned. We are lucky, those rags will not suck our souls unscrupulously.

Rags is what we call dementors. You will know it when you have seen it. Those guys were like floating rags. "

"Are the two Azkabans together, or?!"

"Not two." He suddenly contradicted Draco's words. "There is only one Azkaban. It has an inner layer and an outer layer. We are in the outer layer, and the felons are in the inner layer."

Draco's mouth twitched and he said patiently, "So how much do you know about the situation inside?!"

"The inner layer... I only know that all the prisoners there are in separate prisons. Even the strikers are not allowed to enter the inner layer outside the specified time, otherwise the dementors will attack them equally.

Moreover, they are prohibited from communicating with the prisoners in the inner level, and the prisoners do not have time to relax, nor do they have all the so-called "rights" that the outer prison has.

According to one striker, the cells there are no different from pig pens. The people imprisoned inside are also pigs who can stand up.

The only difference is that they don't generate income like pigs. "

"pig?!"

"Yes, after all, most of the people there are insane. Well... they give in to their survival instincts. They will prefer to sleep, so that the chance of being targeted by dementors will be greatly reduced. The rags of the prisoners in the inner layer can be used at any time. "

"What about delivering meals? What time every day?"

"We eat whatever we want at noon and evening...the inner meal is one meal a day, and in the evening, we mix the leftovers for them.

The job of those beaters is to ensure that the people inside do not starve to death or fight each other to death. "

"Tell me more about the strikers and where the food comes from? What about illnesses? Are they all deployed remotely or are there relevant departments in the castle?" Draco asked in detail about Azkaban.

"No, it's not." Paul shook his head: "There are two Azkabans. They are a mother-child island."

Draco is very excited now! I really want to punch that confused face! !

Are they two? !

"Strikemen are jobs done by people who have failed the Auror exam. Their grades are not as good as those of formal Aurors, and they can only endure their qualifications in a miserable place. However, these guys are usually not allowed to bring wands in.

Typically, they have a strap around their wrist that is attached to a soft stick. It can be used to beat people up, at least it’s okay to beat up guys like us whose souls are sucked by rags every day.

And things like eating, as I said, there are two Azkabans, one and the other. There is also a tall island surrounding the main island.

That island is where the batters usually rest. Then there are some products that come from there. On the island, chocolate is a hard currency.

If you know anyone who wants to go to Azkaban, listen to me, find a place on your body where you can hide something, and hide more chocolate. There is currently no magic spell that can detect chocolate. "

"Chocolate..." The corners of Draco's mouth twitched.

"Where exactly is Azkaban?" Draco asked again.

"I don't know." Paul shook his head: "The sentenced people were all transferred to Azkaban from the Ministry of Magic, and the island has a corresponding independent floo network.

Once there, all you can see is the sea. All we knew was that it was somewhere in the North Sea. There were no merchant ships or anything around.

There are no seagulls there either, because they cannot fly. We observed during the excursion that three of the four sides of the island are cliffs. "

Harry's heart skipped a beat, feeling troubled.

The British sea area is not small.

"Is there anything more detailed?" Draco took out a small bag from his pocket, shook it slightly, and the sound of galleons colliding sounded from it.

"I..." Paul's voice gradually became thicker.

"I...I have to think about it!"

The wealth moved people's hearts, and with the bright Galleons in front of him, he became more motivated, forcing himself to dig out those memories that he didn't want to recall.

"I have one!!" he said suddenly, and then whispered: "I know who knows better than me, it's a beater, I gave him something when I ran errands for the shops in Diagon Alley.

He didn't recognize me, but I recognized him!

I saw that he was disabled and that's probably why he didn't continue. His life looks pretty bad too - maybe you can find what you want in him. "

As he spoke, he raised his hands and swore: "If I lie to you, Merlin will leave me tomorrow and make me a stupid Muggle!!"

Draco glanced at Mundungus and raised his head slightly.

Mundungus had no choice but to return to the bar in despair.

After a while, he only saw Paul returning to the bar with a satisfied look on his face.

"What about those two people?"

"Let's go, they left directly after asking questions." Paul said.

"How much did they give you?!" Mundungus said impatiently.

"I don't know." Paul said, patting his bulging pockets.

"Damn it! It's developed." Mundungus's eyes gleamed. This full pocket was completely different from the money bag he got two days ago.

"If you ask me, you score half of my points. Without my recommendation, how could you..."

"Who are you?"

…

Outside the window, Harry glanced vaguely at the two people arguing, and then disappeared.

"It seems that the two of them are indeed not partners..."