The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 7 Leave
Fudge specifically went to see Sirius Black and took a photo with him.

The diehard "Mysterious Man", the demon who blew up twelve people on the street, is undoubtedly an object of concern.

He is also a person worthy of advocacy.

This is the propaganda strategy that was finalized long before he came.

After taking the photo, Fudge was about to leave, and Sirius asked Fudge if he could keep the Daily Prophet.

"I want to play the scrabble above."

He pointed to the newspaper and said to Fudge.

Fudge motioned to the reporters behind him to film the scene.

"Certainly, Mr. Black."

For the descendant of this pure-blood family, Fudge was very friendly and generous.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing worth visiting here, let's go back."

Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He walked out of the castle with a few people.

Arriving on the beach and watching the sunset, Fudge breathed a sigh of relief.

One more task completed, it's time to go back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us take one last picture here.

Look at this sunset, how beautiful! "

He opened his arms and said that the reporters who followed naturally had no objection.

"Okay, Minister."

They stood beside Fudge and took the picture when a reporter gestured to stare into the camera.

In the photo above, Fudge is smiling happily, and Azkaban behind him is still so stern.

After the photos were taken, Fudge called in a few more batters for encouragement and lectures.

He doesn't like this place at all.

Even without the Dementors, he had a hard time keeping a smile on his face.

After leaving the castle, Fudge felt relieved.

'I'll never come to this hell again. '

Fudge swore in his heart.

While everyone was having a good time, they didn't see that a small golden beetle emerged from the dilapidated and collapsed castle and quietly got into the boat.

That's Dewey.

Compared to the ship that escorted the Death Eaters here last time, this ship was quite luxurious.

The small second floor, like an enlarged yacht, has a special cafe and lounge, but it is not lit, it is lit by candles.

Candles were singing as Du Wei flew in.

Sing, literally sing, with open mouth and great joy.

Du Wei quietly hid in the corner.

This looks like a bedroom.

After a while, Du Wei heard Fudge talking loudly, from far to near.

He walked towards the room.

The men got on the boat, someone tapped the gang with a wand, and the boat moved on its own.

"Well, Azkaban is such an uncomfortable place."

Fudge was talking to someone, and Du Wei heard the sound of the chair being pulled, followed by the sound of two people sitting on the chair.

Du Wei saw two legs.

"Want something? Tea? Coffee?"

asked the Minister for Magic, and the man opposite said, "No, no, water will do."

"Ok."

The Minister of Magic's hands didn't move, but there was the sound of tea pouring down.

In Du Wei's perspective, he could only see the legs of two people.

Du Wei's spirit was very nervous, because he knew that he was still in an extremely dangerous situation. He didn't know when the batters in the prison would find him gone.

He didn't know when he would be discovered by these people.

The Minister for Magic and the man across from him were still talking.

This time, though, their conversation turned to Dumbledore.

They mentioned Dumbledore's name.

Fudge was a little distressed.

"My owl, yes, I wrote to the owl that flew to Hogwarts and never got a reply."

He sounded somewhat dissatisfied with Dumbledore.

Complaints kept coming from his mouth.

The person sitting across from him didn't speak. Listening to the movement, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

He didn't want to get into trouble between the Minister and Dumbledore.

He is just a listener.

Du Wei was thinking wildly there.

He wants to keep his mind running all the time.

He has to remember himself as a human being and fight the side effects of Animagus.

"I'm going to keep my mind running, so who is he.

A man who kept writing to Dumbledore, a cowardly minister, he was Fudge.

Fudge, this person should be Fudge, Minister of Magic Fudge.

How many years have I been locked up in Azkaban?
Fudge came to power, and Harry Potter started school.

What grade is he in?
Wait, Sirius hasn't escaped jail yet, which means Harry Potter isn't in third grade yet.

First grade, or second grade? "

Du Wei's brainstorm, running fast.

Fudge also talked a lot with the people in front of him. Through the conversation, Du Wei found that the Minister of Magic was simply a sham.

He was constantly complaining about Dumbledore at his subordinates, and Fudge didn't think there was any problem with the occasional "um" from his subordinates.

"I won't ask Dumbledore again."

He finally swore fiercely.

Du Wei didn't know how long it took until the ship suddenly stopped.

This is a sign of landing.

The door was suddenly opened, and cold wind poured in, blowing the steam of hot water.

A batter, um, a batter that Du Wei is very familiar with rushed in from the outside in a hurry.

"Minister," Du Wei recognized the beater's trousers, which were light blue striped trousers that had not been washed for a long time and had oil stains on them, "there is a prisoner missing."

"what?"

Fudge stood up abruptly. Because of his surprise, he didn't go to hold the chair and took it straight down.

Just when Du Wei thought the chair would fall, the four legs of the chair bent slightly and stood aside cursing.

'Is this magic? '

Du Wei thought that Fudge didn't pay attention to these. He took a deep breath and tried his best to make himself look calm and calm.

"What happened? I mean, who escaped?"

"Dovey Jones, a Death Eater."

The striker said quickly.

"Dovey Jones?"

Fudge licked his lips and said, "Bad news, isn't it, bad news."

He walked back and forth, looking extremely restless.

Du Wei saw that his footsteps were heavy, and there was a loud noise on the ground.

He walked up to Walker and asked again with a glimmer of hope: "Are you sure he escaped, Walker?

Didn't disappear for some reason, just escaped, didn't die, didn't hide somewhere you didn't see?
Have you searched the entire island?

Dementors, did the dementors go to investigate too?

Are you sure you really escaped, not dead? "

Du Wei saw that Fudge was very evasive about someone escaping from Azkaban.

He didn't want to believe that someone could escape from Azkaban.

This has not been the case for centuries.

"Yes, Minister."

Walker said.

Dewey looked at the apple wood wand.

Turns out his name was Walker.

Du Wei said in his heart.

Walker said anxiously: "Please come with us, we have to check this ship carefully to make sure that Du Wei is not here and hurts you.

We have also contacted the Aurors, and soon the Aurors will be arriving from the Ministry of Magic and the ship has docked. "

"Okay, okay, I'm going to write to Dumbledore, it's really absurd.

I need Dumbledore help. "

Fudge said.

He was supported by Walker and walked out, and the aide also followed. Du Wei carefully walked out of the inner corner and flew towards the door.

It's a mess outside.

As a Death Eater, although Du Wei is not as famous as Bella and Sirius, Antonin Dolokhov is also a sinful Death Eater.

More importantly, Du Wei was the first, or at least the first known, prisoner to escape in centuries.

It's too scary for Fudge to believe it.

The batters got on the boat, and Du Wei was ready to take a desperate blow at any time.

He simulated the battle in his mind, and the Iron Armor spell prevented a spell, and he could Apparate and leave here.

Animagus was not invincible, he remembered that Lupin had a way to make Animagus manifest.

However, Du Wei found that he obviously overestimated this group of rice buckets.

Even the hitters, they never thought of the possibility of Animagus.

After a hasty search, they escorted the minister and reporters away.

Du Wei flew off the boat, he didn't even know where it was, and disappeared here.

After half a day.

Hogwarts is like a zoo.

Professor McGonagall, who was resting at home, was surprised by this.

She was supposed to be at home, but when she saw countless owls flying to Hogwarts, she thought something big had happened.

Came to the school in a hurry, she saw many curious faculty members and observed the owls in the sky.

The school is on holiday, and there are a lot fewer little troublemakers in the school.

Especially those two cuties named Weasley.

Mr. Filch is much more relaxed without them.

Entering the principal's office, Professor McGonagall opened his mouth to ask.

"Headmaster, what happened at Hogwarts?"

The big man Hagrid saw Professor McGonagall and quickly greeted her.

Professor McGonagall nodded. "It's really nice to see you, Hagrid."

Hagrid brought back some of the owls.

Some of these owls have traveled long distances and some need careful care to fly back.

Only McGonagall and Dumbledore were left in the office. Dumbledore waved his wand and asked Professor McGonagall to sit down.

Listening to Professor McGonagall's question, Dumbledore said easily: "It's not a big deal," he said while reading the letter, "It's just that Azkaban has escaped a prisoner."

(End of this chapter)