curse the world at hogwarts

The dementors who live in Azkaban in the North Sea always say that they are very well-behaved creatures.

Please, please, those illegal things have nothing to do with them. They are just members of the staff guarding this magic prison. Wizards in the magic world should not always be on guard against them.

For example, now, several figures suddenly appeared in front of them as the space distorted, and then several attendants surrounded the two core people, fearing that the dementors would do something.

The dementors were not frustrated by this. Instead, they greeted the guests very "enthusiastically" and wanted to give the guests a homely reception. Only then did they realize that there was an old guy opposite with white hair and beard and wearing half-moon glasses.

Albus Dumbledore - Although they don't know what the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is, what the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot is, and what a recipient of the Order of Merlin's First Order is...

But they knew that this old guy's Patronus Charm was very deadly, the kind that could directly turn the dementors to ashes.

As the gathered Dementors dispersed, the conversation between Dumbledore and the short fat man next to him wearing a straw-green top hat, a bright red tie, and a pinstriped suit with a pair of purple pointed boots became vaguely clear. The appointment was made.

"...You know, Dumbledore, the reason why I support your decision is definitely not to overturn the verdict of former Minister Barnold."

"I understand very well and am very grateful." Dumbledore looked at Humpty Dumpty with loving eyes, "Connelly... no, Minister Fudge."

He was keenly aware that although he had only taken office not long ago, the other party was no longer the humble, friendly and enthusiastic student, and he also showed resistance to calling him by his first name.

There is no doubt that Mr. Cornelius Fudge has undergone a slight change in his mentality after being elected as the new Minister of Magic.

Fudge also realized that he was being too obvious. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This is a decision of great importance after all. You know... I bear too much pressure."

"But you gained a just reputation," Dumbledore sighed. "Even after five years, people still remember the hero they once supported."

You remember it, right?

Fudge rolled his eyes secretly.

Except for the old man in front of him, he didn't see anyone pursuing him, and he even didn't hesitate to use the favor of supporting his election as a bargaining chip.

The two people with different ideas fell into an awkward silence and quietly walked into the iron-black door surrounded by dementors.

As they entered, the bored "residents" immediately started to make a commotion, and even began to lie on the door made of fine iron and yell at them impatiently.

"Professor! The professor is me! Winchester!"

"Mr. Minister! I was wronged! Please conduct a retrial!"

"..."

The commotion, like a riot, attracted the suppression of the dementors. They quickly wandered through the corridors, frightening all the people who had finally cheered up and shouted back into their rooms.

how to say?

The highlight is lost in the eyes.

After all, compared to the slim hopes of Dumbledore and Fudge, the two wizarding tycoons, dementors that can suck human happiness and even souls are more worthy of fear.

"That's what I'm worried about," Fudge sighed. "Our decision has set a very bad example. It seems that Azkaban has lost its deterrence since then..."

Dumbledore did not speak, but followed the steps forward and carefully observed the residents along the way.

For example, that crazy woman who crawled around behind the railing like a weirdo, grinning "hey hey hey" from time to time, and looking at people from under her crotch.

Fudge commented promptly: "Bellatrix is ​​hopeless and completely crazy."

Another example is the man who slumped quietly beside the bed. His eyes lit up when he saw Dumbledore, but he immediately covered his eyes and started wailing, stuffing his whole head into a pile of straw.

Fudge commented proudly: "Look at this Sirius, he looks like a dog~!"

Another example is the one lying on the bed with his legs crossed and humming a tune...

Fudge commented speechlessly: "I have said before that he has never shown the slightest regret for what he has done, but you still..."

"He doesn't need it." Dumbledore looked at the pale boy inside and said, "Open the door."

Fudge had no choice but to call on the Ministry of Magic Auror behind him to step forward and use a unique spell to unlock the magic lingering around the cell. Then he personally stepped forward to unlock the last door.

"Changlanglang——" The iron door of the cell opened automatically, allowing them to walk in.

Dumbledore looked around and unexpectedly found that although the place was simple, it was very neat.

He smiled and looked at the young man who was humming a tune: "Being able to get rid of your sloppy habits is probably your biggest gain in Azkaban."

"Please come less," the young man said without even looking at him, "Do you want such a harvest? Your Excellency Dumbledore?"

It was obvious that the young man had strong feelings of resistance, and it could even be seen from his clenched teeth that he even hated Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed and said: "This is not what I expected..."

"But you still threw me in, didn't you?" The young man interrupted him rudely, "Just like all the promises you never kept."

Dumbledore's body swayed, as if he had suffered some mental shock.

Fudge on the side quickly stretched out his hand to try to help him, but in his heart he was shouting, fall down quickly, get over, hurry up and die with your unprecedented influence!

However, Dumbledore did not comply with Fudge's wish, but shook his head to get rid of the thoughts that came to his mind.

He looked at the young man and said in a softened tone: "And today, I am here to make up for my mistakes."

As he spoke, Dumbledore winked at Fudge, who reluctantly took out a document from his arms and threw it to the young man in disgust.

"What is this?" The young man didn't bother to get up and look, "What nonsense do you want me to sign? Are you planning to kill me and want me to agree to donate my body? Has the magic world fallen to this level?"

"..."

Dumbledore and Fudge looked at each other, then smiled bitterly.

Fudge said speechlessly: "This is your release notice, Mr. Lyle."

As his words fell, silence fell in the cell, and even the young man's originally calm breathing paused.

The atmosphere is very awkward.

Suddenly, the young man turned over, jumped up from his lying state, reached out to pick up the document, and started reading in disbelief.

"Dear Mr. Rhine Lyle:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been released from Azkaban Prison.

Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge

Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

sincerely.

Attached are some release clauses..."

Under Dumbledore's interested gaze, young Rhine's shoulders suddenly shook, and his heart was obviously violently impacted by strong emotions.

He suddenly let out a suppressed whimper, which brought a satisfied smile to Fudge's face.

This is how a Prisoner of Azkaban should react!

However, a few seconds later, Rhine suddenly stood up, stretched his waist with a calm expression, and looked at the two big guys in front of him.

"Then go?"

"..."

Dumbledore and Fudge: That's it?