Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

At the same time, overseas.

Storms raged over the ocean, bringing up towering waves, which hit the cliffs of the island and created waves.

It was rarely sunny here, and it was even darker and colder in this month when winter had not yet completely left.

There were even large piles of dirty old snow in many places on the island.

This was the famous Azkaban prison.

At this moment, in the storm, a small boat was following the waves and moving forward.

At the entrance of the island, the boat stopped quickly, and a short figure holding a cloth bag jumped onto the small dock,

"Be gentle, you stupid beast." A scolding sounded.

"I'm sorry, master." The short man whispered, trembling and apologizing repeatedly.

Soon, this pair of strange beings attracted the attention of the island's strikers.

"Where are you from?" asked the captain of the team.

However, what greeted him was only a green light.

The Dementors are here. As the strongest line of defense in the entire Azkaban, they have no emotions and are inexhaustible, making this place a theoretical iron plate.

Yes, theoretically.

Because Dementors are not low-level creatures without wisdom.

They have their own ideas and language, and have perfect thinking logic.

But only very few beings can communicate with this group of beings who only think about how to suck other people's souls.

The surrounding Dementors gathered here densely. The short man was half-crouching on the ground because of fear, and his body was shaking constantly.

"Beasts!" The being in his arms spoke: "Call me, I will have a good talk with them"

"The master can really talk to them."

"I need the service of a low-level being like you now, will I refuse them?" The person in his arms spoke with a sense of arrogance: "Or are you questioning me?"

"Sparkling doesn't dare."

After speaking, Sparkling gently opened the cloth bag in his arms with his skinny fingers. At the same time, a Dementor also came close.

After a while, all the Dementors came around, making a humming sound between them, interweaving with the sharp wind on the sea, like a tragic wailing music.

After a while, these Dementors surrounded Twinkle and walked towards the prison.

In the prison, all the cells were renovated. After the last accident, the entire prison was reorganized.

However, sadly, this was all that could be done.

The time was too short, and the manpower and productivity of the Ministry of Magic were not enough to support Scrimgeour to keep pace and be comprehensive, and to directly change the entire magic world in a short time.

At this moment, these so-called "safe cells" were like a joke.

They directly skipped the criminals on the outer layer of the prison. These people were criminals who were in for economic, fighting, or attacking, harassing, and intimidating Muggles, and embezzling other people's property.

The significance of their coming here is nothing more than letting the Dementors teach them a lesson and tell them to be honest after they get out.

In Voldemort's opinion, these people were useless.

If they could be arrested for such minor offenses, what kind of talents could they have?

All the way to the inner layer of the prison, he began to feel the breath in the air like a snake. Although he had no nose, he still made a clear and audible inhalation sound.

"Turn left." He controlled Winky remotely. Surrounded by Dementors, they twisted and turned and finally came to a cell.

"Where did the dwarf come from?" A somewhat crazy voice asked, "Ah, which big shot in the Ministry of Magic is this? Now even goblins can climb up the new branches and come to Azkaban to do business?!"

"Bella." Voldemort spoke.

The prison suddenly fell into a moment of silence, and the next moment, a face hit the iron railing.

She seemed to be trying her best to squeeze her head out of the gap between the railings, wanting to see the existence outside with her own eyes.

"Very good, very good." The voice sounded again: "You are indeed my strongest subordinate. After so many years, you still keep a clear mind."

"Master!!" In the prison, Bellatrix screamed, her eyes were bloodshot and her face was crazy.

"I knew it, I knew it!" She shouted: "Master, I didn't expect you to have occupied the Ministry of Magic and come here. I knew you didn't forget us. I knew all this would happen sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be today."

Voldemort did not interrupt Bellatrix's words. There was a kind of crazy belief in her voice, and this tone made Voldemort feel intoxicated and at ease.

"Give her the wand." Voldemort said.

Sparkling quickly handed the wand in her hand to Bellatrix, who took it happily.

"I hope you are still not unfamiliar with it." Voldemort said.

"I practice every day, facing the air and the wall." Bellatrix rubbed the handle of the wand, feeling her restless magic.

"I know that one day I will be able to serve you again. I don't want to be a fool who can't wave a wand by then." She said.

The next moment, she waved her wand.

"Thunder Explosion--"

Boom, a big hole appeared on the solid wall.

Bella walked out, and immediately walked out of the prison and came outside.

She knelt down and faced Voldemort with a lower posture.

But at the same time, she also expressed her dislike for the house elves without any concealment.

"Let go of your dirty hands." She slapped away the shining hand viciously, and then shouted intoxicatedly: "Master, my master, I will serve you devoutly."

Voldemort did not refuse Bella's embrace, on the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief.

An old and weak hand, but as small as a baby, stretched out, and he gently touched Bella's wrist.

Suddenly, a dark green light with black air began to flash at Bella's wrist.

"Go, those who can appear here are my most devout subordinates." Voldemort said: "You are qualified to accompany me back to the magic world."

The wind was whistling, and under the sun, a motorcycle and a flock of birds soared in the air.

Behind them, three black dots gradually appeared in the field of vision.

"Harry!" Hermione noticed it first and turned to remind Harry.

Harry looked back and gently brushed his fingers on his glasses.

The image in his eyes was quickly magnified, and he saw the person clearly at a glance.

"Marcus and the others." He said.

"It seems that they have given up the game just now?" Hermione speculated curiously: "If that's the case, maybe we will-"

"Be careful." Harry reminded.

Hermione thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

"To be honest, Marcus always makes me feel something is wrong." Harry said: "He always gives me a feeling that he is always pretending, but his mental state is not stable."

"Why?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Harry thought of the way Marcus greeted them just now, and then shook his head.

"It's just a feeling, but what is certain is that they are not the kind of people who put friendship first and competition second. This was determined in the first project."