This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Under the quilt was another quilt, and under that was a tattered wooden bed.

The prisoner was missing, something serious had happened.

Barton immediately notified other guards on duty in the nearby sea area, and then went to the cemetery to find the leader of the Dementors.

"I-I didn't dare to get too close, and after I told it-after I told it that a prisoner had escaped, it-they floated outside."

Faced with a group of terrible creatures with rotten bodies under their cloaks and no facial features but only a hole on their faces, the young man seemed to have not recovered yet.

No wonder they were not affected, it turned out that they were looking for the prison escapee-Sirius Black.

Umbridge's voice was a few degrees higher, "Barton, if you have nothing to add, please withdraw."

"I-I have." Barton stammered out another thing.

Since he was rotated here, he always heard Sirius mumbling something during the daytime patrols.

Occasionally, he would hear it at night, and the content was almost all repeated words.

"What is it?"

"He--he said he--he said he was at Hogwarts."

"He? Who?"

"I--I don't know."

Fudge took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He even sent a newspaper to kill time, and the damned Blake actually dared to repay him like this.

Death Eaters are Death Eaters after all, and they will never become obedient and good.

"Minister Fudge, what we are going to do next--"

"Search! Search the entire North Sea! No matter dead or alive!"

Scrimgeour quickly arranged personnel and led the team away in person under the gaze of a group of senior officials.

But nothing was found until dawn.

Umbridge whispered to Fudge,

"Minister, we have locked him up for 12 years. Even with a wand, he can't escape far."

He had a cold face, as if suppressing his anger,

"Would a felon who used a blasting curse to destroy half of a street corner and caused the death of 12 innocent Muggles not have a detailed escape plan?"

"This..." Scrimgeour, who came back to report, looked at each other with a group of senior officials.

Nearly three hundred years of zero chance of escaping from prison.

Umbridge's big eyes rolled half a circle, "I understand!

Minister, the reason why he was able to successfully escape from Azkaban must be because he contacted helpers outside!"

The helpers of the Death Eaters are of course Death Eaters.

"Keep looking!" Fudge's face was extremely bad,

"Send out all personnel, and Black must be found within today!

If you can't find it -" He tried to suppress the anger in his heart,

"If you still can't find it today, you know what will happen."

This is not a trivial matter of the dead ghost Voldemort coming back to steal the Philosopher's Stone, or a diary from fifty years ago opening the Chamber of Secrets.

Sirius Black is a felon and a Death Eater who kills without blinking an eye.

If you try to conceal it, whether you catch him in the end or not, it is irresponsible for the safety of people's lives.

Fudge's bottom line is one day. For the headlines of major newspapers tomorrow morning, the entire British Ministry of Magic must take action.

Under the cold sea breeze, the officials who usually stayed in the office appeared in the North Sea.

Except for the members of the Department of Mysteries and the Wizengamot, the remaining more than 300 Ministry of Magic employees all arrived.

They searched mile by mile, and even alarmed a few Krakens living in the deep sea.

The Dementors on the front line returned to Azkaban collectively when they were about to reach the coast.

Fudge's heart sank when he saw them.

Wizards track by magic breath, and Muggles rely on eyes and technology.

Dementors can smell any emotion of humans from a long distance.

Although they don't have a physical nose, their tracking ability is unquestionable.

Swim to the shore without magic in a whole night?

The waters where Azkaban is located are not recorded on the map. It is difficult enough to find the right direction in the vast ocean, not to mention that the prisoners' food is notoriously poor, and they can only barely avoid starving to death.

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Fudge suddenly looked at Umbridge who was walking over with a lunch box.

"Minister, you..." Her voice was trembling, probably because of the Dementors.

"Dolores, you said this morning that Blake had helpers?"

Umbridge seemed relieved, "Minister, you know that many Death Eaters escaped trial."

One group was led by Malfoy and Nott, and another group was said to be newly recruited by the dead ghost Voldemort.

If the news from the Japanese Ministry of Magic is true, Sirius' helper is likely to be the latter.

The former is of course possible.

But the final trial of the wizard card is the day after tomorrow, unless they are desperate, they will never choose this sensitive time point.

"He is in Hogwarts..." Fudge murmured.

"Bring the newspaper of that day!"

The news director of the logistics of the Minister's office quickly took it out.

The headline is the Weasley family traveling in Egypt, and the photo is their family portrait.

There was nothing special, and there was no mention of Hogwarts between the lines.

The newspaper was turned inside out twice and then put down.

"Could it be Harry?" Fudge tightly grasped the newspaper in his hand.

Since the fall of Voldemort, the once arrogant Death Eaters are like headless flies.

It was not surprising that Sirius blamed Harry for his imprisonment. The reason for escaping prison might even be revenge.

Umbridge was terrified.

If the savior got into trouble, they would all be doomed.

"Minister, we must protect Harry Potter!"

She was the newly appointed senior deputy minister and the first choice for the Ministry of Magic to take the blame.

Fudge tightened his suit jacket, "Rufus, send a team of Aurors to secretly guard Privet Drive."

The Dementors returned without success, and there was no hope for the remaining half day.

Making the worst plan is the most important thing now.

"Yes!" Scrimgeour left in a hurry.

Of course, the search operation cannot be abandoned before the situation gets worse.

Dementors are allowed to enter the Muggle world, but the premise is that they cannot cause a sensation.

The memory cancellation officers of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes are on standby at level one, ready to deal with any Muggles who discover the magical world.

After all major departments entered a state of emergency, Fudge, who had just returned to the Ministry of Magic, was still in no mood to enjoy lunch.

In the three years since he took office, he has seen all kinds of storms.

Quirrell, who tried to take the Philosopher's Stone, turned out to be a clever guy, and Lockhart, who was about to be judged, was not in a good mental state.

The wizard scum were all successfully dealt with, and the wizard card would soon come to an end.

The alarmed Kraken had been driven away from the British mainland. As long as Sirius was caught, everything would return to peace.

An hour passed,

Two hours passed.

In the evening, he ate something casually, and Fudge's mood became more and more irritable as he waited.

"Damn Blake!" He couldn't help but curse.

Today's time seemed to pass particularly slowly.

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