The draw starts from Azkaban

The ship left quickly, leaving behind the irritable Dementor, without the restraint of the striker, Azkaban was about to explode.

The dementors were tumbling in the air, like a group of paper pieces, floating above the active volcano on the sea, because of the updraft in the active volcano that was about to erupt, they fluttered up and down.

Even Voldemort was unwilling to approach this scene of flying.

He didn't go near Azkaban because he thought it might be Dumbledore's trap.

Not to mention that this bunch of stupid dementors didn't look friendly right now, and he didn't want to have a good time here, and Voldemort watched it happen.

"Let's go back."

He said, but he will not let it go, he has already investigated the wand master, the legend of the Deathly Hallows is widely spread, and the important thing is that Luna's father has studied it quite a bit, compared to some other holy objects Family inheritance, family transmission without any trace, the whereabouts of the elderberry wand is more obvious. The frightening thing about the elderberry wand is that it is a "only the strong". People who get this wand can become Even more powerful, under such circumstances, the traces of the elder wand remain in many bloody histories.

The last time an elder wand was seen, it was in the hands of a master wand.

wait.

Voldemort knew in his heart that he needed to wait, wait until all this was figured out, and then kill Scrimgeour.

Hatred is important, but survival is more important.

"No one can kill my men for nothing."

He said.

The anger at the beginning, the anger at seeing Bella die, now has no waves.

He regained that cold-blooded and ruthless state.

Bella's death was not without its image for him.

It's just that the duration of this influence is too short.

……

Both ships depart.

The prisoners on the island stayed behind, watching all this in despair.

"Oh no."

Someone whispered, I don't know who is talking like this, but someone must know what he is talking about.

No, I don't want something to come in. There is Umbridge, and it's not just Umbridge. The despair in the eyes of these people seems to be swept towards this side through everything. There is no choice, and it is impossible. They chose again, they knew what was going to happen to them, and now, these dementors seemed to have no intention of falling down, they were circling collectively.

Howling in anger!

Now they don't care at all whether the facilities on the island of Azkaban are complete, whether the security measures on the island are necessary, whether the defense measures on the island are in place, whether the petty criminals outside and the felons inside are different. There is no difference, how is human rights treated, how is the treatment of outside attackers...

This information once appeared on their desks. It is not that no one has brought up this information, but it is a pity that no one cares about this information. Who cares about a group of people talking about it?The decision maker won't show up in Azkaban by himself?
Even if a bureaucrat like Fudge pretended to inspect Azkaban with all his heart, the whole of Azkaban was cleaned up and down. It looked exactly as Mr. Minister imagined. Does Mr. Minister know the real situation? Many people don't know the situation, but whether those who brought Mr. Minister know or not, it's up to the beholder to see the benevolent and the wise.

Anyway, most of the people here know it.

These people who usually review Azkaban's standards are not in the mood at all, and have no time to think about these things.

They have only one word in mind now.

That's it.

Desperate scenes, situations that only occur in nightmares have emerged.

Those dementors floating in the air suddenly swooped down after circling for a while, and a burst of icy, tide-like cold appeared, sucking away all the happiness of those present.

Everyone fainted and fell heavily on the ground. The cold tide mixed with water vapor rolled in towards the ruined castle of Azkaban.

This island was originally the residence of madmen.

It's perpetually cold, scary, and smoky, surrounded by reefs and whirlpools where normal Muggle ships would sink if they came over.

Duvi Jones did a good job.

He returned this place to the lunatic.

That's it.

There used to be lunatics holding candles at night and tortured countless Muggle sailors here. Now, the sailors are gone, but the dementors are still there.

"I don't know when the people here will be sucked dry."

He showed a ecstatic smile: "Spread the pain."

On the return boat, Duvi Jones was flipping through the newspaper in his hand. Those people landed in Azkaban, and made him taste a sweetness like chocolate and candy. His mood was rarely so good. There was a letter beside him Howler letter, from Ms. Skeeter,

In a way, Ms. Skeeter has all the paranoia and eccentricity of successful people.

Ms. Skeeter continues to write.

She is also a successful and persistent person. Her persistence lies in her enthusiasm for being famous.

The shadow of Voldemort's death hangs over the wizarding world. Although compared to the first time when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, it is not that bad now, because there is Dumbledore at Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

More importantly, newspapers and other mouthpieces are still in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, Ms. Skeeter is still continuously reporting some deeds about the Dark Lord. Of course, there is a reason why Duvi Jones threatened her, but there is also a kind of "I wrote everything, the Dark Lord will not Let me go, it's better to take the opportunity to make a name, if you are still alive later, it will be a "blood earning" mentality. Under this mentality, she has been writing non-stop recently.

She concocted a lot of stories about Voldemort. Even the Daily Prophet did not dare to publish the information. Skeeter was not afraid, but some people were afraid. Under such panic, the people under Duvi Jones People started, and those goblins quickly brought back part of the production line.

Still, Skeeter was terrified. She was terrified of Death Eaters getting near her house.

Because that may not only represent death, but also frightening torture.

She is asking for help.

Duvi Jones hummed, didn't write a reply, and his own handwriting was so ugly that he chose to ask someone else to do it for him.

"Tell her to come to Hogwarts with me."

Duwei Jones said casually: "I'm going to Hogwarts anyway, but this is probably the end of the story."

Duvi Jones said: "Anyway, I know that someone must be worried about Harry's situation, but that person is not me. After the Ministry of Magic lost me..."

He didn't speak, and the Ministry of Magic wasn't necessarily better off without him.

Because everyone is mortal.