HP Shavings Wizard

The secret of the master of success - Azkaban.

It is known as the hidden fifth college of Hogwarts and the advanced training class for dark wizards.

Only students from other Hogwarts schools have ever entered Azkaban, and no one has ever betrayed Azkaban and returned to Hogwarts to go to school!

The school has excellent students, unique teaching methods, and focuses on cultivating students' hands-on ability. The sea view rooms are surrounded by the sea and the scenery is beautiful.

The conditions are relaxed, and admission only requires a certain foundation in black magic and the desire to further study spells such as Avada Kedavra. Apart from this, there is no age limit or gender limit.

Think it over carefully, and if you meet the requirements, just use your magic wand to send a dazzling green firework or a green ripe melon to the lucky passerby, and you will be admitted for free and on the spot.

Food and accommodation are provided upon admission, and tuition is free. Although it is unlikely that you will graduate, Azkaban will support you for the rest of your life, and you will be a lifelong employee. There will also be local security guards who will take care of you throughout the process, coax you to sleep, and provide you with biological air conditioning.

My roommates are all seniors and relatives, so I can interact with many well-known inmates.

Excellent students can also get a passionate kiss from the security uncle/auntie - it doesn’t matter, Dementors have no gender anyway.

We come from hell, we are fierce and brutal, we commit all kinds of evil, we kill and burn, we are Azkaban!

We e from hell, we are fierce and cruel, we mit all kinds of evils, we kill and set fires, we are Azkaban!

People who have lived there for a few years have come forward to tell us that it is very good and they are now VIPs. I recommend everyone to go to Azkaban to learn the real things. There are talented people there, they speak well and their fighting power is off the charts.

Just don't try to escape from prison and hang out with the boiled egg, otherwise you'll go hungry nine times out of three days, and you'll have to eat Malfoy for meals.

……

South of Hogwarts, on a small island in the cold waters of the central North Sea.

It happened to be a very atmospheric rainy day, freezing cold, with the sound of waves.

In the distance was a dark castle, which was very oppressive, as if all the light had been absorbed. There were also some tall figures in tattered black cloaks patrolling back and forth, flying high and low.

——Although when I think of the origin of cloaks, I don’t think they are so cool. The original cloaks were for servants to lift up their cloaks to block the danger of shit when their masters were running around corners.

"Hagrid" underwent Apparition and was escorted here by Fudge. All procedures were omitted and he was directly convicted.

The cold rain fell on his face, but he ignored it. There was an almost obsessed look on his blurry face.

He took a deep breath, letting the slightly cool and fresh air from the rain fill his huge lungs. He admired the place steadily, feeling a sense of familiarity and happiness of being home.

In the field of vision that he alone could see, magic filled the castle and the wandering creatures, as well as the rich emotional power sensed by ancient magic.

He had originally thought that if his estimate was wrong and the Dementors could not be absorbed, he would just absorb all the prisoners, kill the useless Dementors, and then Apparate back.

Having successfully reached Azkaban, Alison no longer cared whether she was exposed in front of Fudge. She trembled slightly at the huge energy and muttered to herself.

“…It’s such a wonderful place.”

"...!"

Fudge, who was standing by, saw the giant's eyes and heard his strange sigh, and suddenly felt uneasy.

The fat and big-eared Minister of Magic thought that it might be the environment here that made people prone to having wild thoughts. This guy who was expelled from the magic school and had his wand broken in his third grade would definitely not dare to resist.

After locking the man up and telling the Dementor leader to keep an eye on him, you can go back and have a cup of hot cocoa, eat some chocolate snacks, and enjoy a leisurely afternoon now that everything is done.

However, as expected, something unexpected happened.

The human body deformation spell was cancelled, and the big guy's body twisted and squirmed strangely, and his bones were crackling, and his skin and hair deformed like melting wax, gradually revealing the body of a thirteen-year-old girl.

Alison looked arrogant and cold, with her strange eyes flashing in the dim light. She was pretty and tall, with a sharp and seductive temperament. Her wide clothes were loose on her body and shrunk quickly.

But the transformation just now only made Fudge feel creepy. He looked at the little red-haired wizard as if he was looking at a dangerous poisonous snake with brightly striped patterns.

Under the stimulation of danger, the Minister of Magic regained some of his brains and immediately called upon the inhuman guards who had sensed the fresh breath of strangers and floated over to check the situation.

"Catch her now!"

There were only three of them originally, but now all of the Dementors swarmed over, approaching Alison and trying to suck out her soul.

Alison looked up casually, recalling the joy of using the Killing Curse to kill a whole ocean of green in one go. A thick silver-white mist filled with warmth and oppression quickly spread between her hands, and the bright white light forced them back.

Finally, the silver-white mist condensed into a fifty-foot-long giant fire dragon, rising into the air in front of her.

The Hungarian Horntail glanced menacingly at the Dementors.

This is the most vicious, aggressive and man-eating fire dragon, but now it is contradictoryly combined with the Patronus Charm, a high-level white magic that symbolizes hope, happiness and the desire to live.

This Hungarian Horntail Dragon has beautiful silver-white scales all over its body, looks like a lizard, and has spikes on its long tail. Judging from its size, it should be a female dragon, just like Alison. Because they are responsible for breeding offspring, female dragons are often larger and more ferocious than male dragons.

The huge fire dragon Patronus coiled and flapped its wings, whipping its long spiky tail at the Dementors, its mouth opened wide and spewing fifty-foot silver-white columns of "flame" - Alison had plenty of magic power, enough for this good girl to consume and play with.

In contrast, the little Dementors were driven away in all directions by the dragon's playful behavior.

A greedy red light flashed in Alison's eyes, and the corners of her lips twitched, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

Fudge, the only living creature around him, was watching in horror the scene that was beyond his common sense: a teenage wizard was casting an advanced white magic Patronus charm that required a strong magical foundation far beyond that of an ordinary wizard.

The little red-haired wizard pulled out a wand from somewhere and pointed it elegantly forward. She obviously did not continue to use the Patronus to attack, but she saw the Dementors quickly shattered into ashes and floated towards her without wind, as if something had pulled them out and carried them.

Allison smiled and moved closer to the wand to absorb a large mass of black emotional power with a red glow. She gently absorbed it with ancient magic, and her heterochromatic eyes suddenly turned blood red.

"...!"

Fudge's eyes widened in disbelief, and he dared not speak or resist. He was now so oppressed by the invisible huge magic that his legs were weak.