My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 551

The warm ocean currents of the North Atlantic collided with the icy waters that descended from the Arctic Ocean to the south, and the rising currents made this sunny sea a rolling wave even on days when there was no sea breeze. The waves rolled in a turbulent momentum, and the sediment deposited on the seabed was continuously carried by the ocean currents and floated to the surface, making this sea area known as the North Sea not as clear and blue as the calm ocean, making it rich in products and world-renowned. of ancient fishing grounds.

Fishing boats dragging fishing nets sailed across the sea, just like the ancestors who survived in this sea hundreds of thousands of years ago, but compared to those years, the sea lacked the masts that ride the wind and waves, and the sailing boats floating on wooden boards. Survivors and blood-clotted rams were replaced by billowing white smoke from the roar of steam turbines, and steel ships towering majestically like fortresses.

Herring and mackerel were struggling in the nets, and the fishermen standing on the bow sang songs for today's catch. In the singing, several dark shadows passed over their heads, and the singing was interrupted.

"What's flying past?"

"Maybe a row of seagulls."

"Flying really fast," the captain of the fishing boat put down the shotgun he just raised in disappointment, and shook his head with his pipe in his mouth, "I feel a little craving for meat."

"When you return to Hong Kong at night, can you just pack a box and take it home?"

"Fish meat is not the same as real meat," the captain shouted, putting away his shotgun, "Work harder, if it can be 10% more than yesterday, I'll buy each of you a big fat chicken after returning to port!"

Cheers from the fishing boats enriched the waves in the North Sea.

A few nautical miles apart in the sky, a group of people in long robes are flying fast in line with brooms. One of the people without a broom looks particularly abrupt. He is stepping on a silver skateboard-like object, and his flight is not as fast. Others are slow, but it always attracts the surrounding wizards who are riding brooms to look at him frequently.

"Mr Williams, you are easy to be found by Muggles like this." An Auror riding a broom lowered his head to persuade the maverick young officer, "You see Minister Rich is riding a broom himself. ."

"Ah, I've had some pain in my crotch lately," Nelson only took a second to think of a brilliant excuse. "It's not slow anyway, is it? And I cast a Disillusionment Charm on it, so Muggles can't see it. of."

"It's all right," Ritchie said with a smile, waving his hands and looking at Nelson, "did you just see that? They're actually pointing guns at us, oh my God, I can't promise to hit that high with a wand. place."

"The bullet can't hit that high. Of course, some sharpshooters who can hit satellites have to say otherwise."

"Satellite? What is that?"

"Moon," Nelson said without furthering his thoughts, turning his head to look behind him, "maybe they think of us as birds."

"Oh," Richie didn't delve into the bizarre behavior of these Muggles. He looked at Nelson and said sternly, "be careful later, Azkaban has a lot of people who have enemies with you."

"Is the Dementor still there?"

"They don't want to move their nests anyway," Richie shrugged and almost fell off the broom. Nelson grabbed him quickly, rubbing his trembling thighs, and said, "You're right, riding a broom is right. The hip bones are not good... You can rest assured on this point, the prisoners locked in Azkaban don't talk about magic power, and even their spirits are squeezed out, they may not attack you, but they will definitely scold you. "

"That's fine," Nelson smiled. "I've never lost a curse."

"Okay, and dementors... oh, I've been worrying too much. You shouldn't be afraid of dementors, they should be afraid of you."

"I know Dementors too well," Nelson blinked. "Don't worry, Mr. Minister."

"You need to identify those who attacked the Hogwarts Express yesterday. Some of them are dishonest and have already turned their confessions." Rich was still patiently instructing the junior who just walked out of the ivory tower, "You don't want to. Worrying, after entering Azkaban, their threats or wooing will be ridiculous and unfounded to the Dementors' confession."

"Don't worry, Mr. Minister."

Nelson's knees were slightly bent, the silver plate under his feet trembled under the urging of magic, and blue flames gushed out from the tail, bringing a heat wave to the surrounding air, and the flames went out instantly, but the explosion of magic still made Nelson's Speeding up, charging forward like a hunting falcon.

"Follow."

Richie sighed, clamped his legs on the broom, and led the Aurors to speed up.

The black shadow riding a broom drew straight lines in the air, chasing the silver falcon, who was free ahead. They sometimes climbed, and sometimes fell low, setting off a wave of air on the sea that spread around.

Azkaban is located on an isolated island in the northern part of the North Sea. Even if it is surrounded by the sea, the overhead is always shrouded in clouds. Sunlight does not exist in the island's weather forecast. The vegetation on the top is unusually sparse, and only some ferns and fungi that do not need sunlight to survive lie weakly on the ground, giving the jagged rocks a greasy and disgusting texture.

A spired castle stands alone on the highest point of the island. Five hundred years ago, this was not the current wizard prison, but the residence of a powerful dark wizard. He likes to arrest innocent people and torture them in the castle. His spirit has long been eroded into madness by black magic. Since then, there have been dementors floating on the island. There has always been a saying in the academic world that he is a believer of the despicable Haierbo, and even inherited part of Haierbo's mantle. , but no direct evidence was found until he was exterminated by a wizard.

But Nelson can attest to that, a few nautical miles from Azkaban, he can already smell the sickening familiar stench in the sea breeze, the black magic that corrupts soul and magic of stench.

After the signing of the International Secrecy Act, out of concern for the safety of the scattered wizarding prisons in the UK, the Minister of Magic, Damocles Rolle, set it up as a wizarding prison far away from the British mainland. , Although the voice of opposition has never been lowered, this prison island that devours everything has been running smoothly to this day, and has maintained a record of zero escapes.

Subsequent ministers, including Nobby Ritchie, also tacitly accepted this approach, not because they recognized Azkaban's achievements, but because the island was already hard to come back to - Azkaban's greatest danger is not the prisoners held here In fact, villains who are fortunate enough to live in Azkaban are often reduced to a **** in just a few weeks, and the real danger here comes from the jailers who are reared on the island - the soul Strange.

They rely on the happiness of sucking these prisoners for a living. If Azkaban is scrapped, then a huge number of dementors will leave here due to lack of food, causing even greater disasters. British wizards have a magical effect on dementors. The animals are full of vigilance, not so much as keeping them to guard prisoners, so much as feeding them with the souls of prisoners and keeping them here.

"Honestly, I find this place a little inhumane."

Ritchie jumped off his broom like a zombie and rubbed his Muggle thigh, Nelson supported him and listened to him: "But there's no way, the expert report is that if the Dementor loses its stability They will abandon the prison and turn to the British mainland. I am not defending myself, I just think that criminals don't need to care too much about human rights. It's just that some minor circumstances have to serve a period of time. Prisoners will suffer irreversible harm."

"It'll keep them remembered, Minister," replied the Auror behind Ritchie, "Mr Williams, the new prisoner is upstairs and needs your identification."

"You go, Nelson, I'm not going," Richie wrapped his robes tightly and stomped his feet on the ground, "I'm still here for the first time, it's so uncomfortable, I'll have them take them out, we Hurry up and get it back on the coast."

"Don't bother, Minister," Nelson raised his wand, his body was enveloped in a mist of silver light, and the surrounding temperature rose a little in an instant, he followed behind the Auror who also summoned the Patronus and entered the castle, " See you."

"I've already identified," Nelson nodded after seeing the face of the last prisoner, and took out a roll of parchment from his pocket. "You can check it again. I took the picture yesterday."

"clear."

"By the way, Minister Rich said my old enemy is here? Does any of you know where it is?"

The Aurors shook their heads, they didn't know much about this place, and only one of them stood up and said, "Mr. Williams, this floor holds some special prisoners who are inconvenient to be directly stuffed into the Dementor floor. Most of them used to be in high positions...perhaps, you know."

"High power?" Nelson repeated, asking, "How high and how much?"

"The former chief wizard of Wizengamot, Justice Shafiq, is here."

"Isn't the inheritance of life like this?"

Shafiq's eyes were hidden behind the gray hair hanging down to his forehead. There was no hatred, no resentment, no hostility, not even the loneliness of a loser. His eyes were firmly fixed on Nelson outside the iron bar. On his face, in Azkaban's prison cell like a hellscape, Nelson was so bright that people couldn't open his eyes, and he was no exception, and there were stimulated tears in his dry eyes.

He was still wearing that gleaming silver robe. In such a messy cell, this gorgeous robe was not stained with any dust, but Judge Shafiq, who was wrapped in it, was dwarfed by dirt.

The conversation started when Nelson approached him and asked, "How are you doing in Azkaban?"

"Young strong, ambitious guys walk into the stage with their heads held high, and those old, weak, stereotyped guys end up sadly, I've been in that position for too long, and being kicked down is far more than I expected. , just not so decent."

"Do you care about decency? Justice Shafiq?" Nelson emphasized the word "justice". No matter how lonely and pitiful the old man in front of him looked, it was difficult for him to have the slightest pity in his heart. In his opinion, the conspirator who once caused the tragedy was just using this pitiful appearance to win sympathy. Nelson even omitted the honorifics that he usually used to treat people and things, and said bluntly, "Then why did you end up doing that in the end? Indecent?"

"I've lost my dignity, what's the use of a walking dead like that? In the Shafiq tradition, those old wizards should have left their wands and walked into the mountains alone, or To die under the claws of a giant dragon, or to lie in the belly of a fish, but we are not connected, and power will not wait for a child who is still babbling and babbling."

"Aren't you reconciled? Won't you fall under the ridiculous tricks of a child who used to babble as an infant?"

"No, you misunderstood, Nelson, I have never been unwilling to such disgusting emotions," Shafiq's tone was so indifferent that it didn't look like a living person was speaking, and the white breath from his old, chapped lips had long been captured. The ghost's death was assimilated into coldness, "You grew up in the arms of Muggles, they changed your name, and we didn't find you for ten years. You grew up in that harsh environment and you don't understand Shafi at all. The glory of the Ke family, we are the most wise and insightful wizards in the world, and the tradition and greatness we will adhere to are unimaginable."

"It's really hard for me to imagine," Nelson snorted coldly, sarcastically, "I really can't see the glory of such a disrespectful family."

"When I can look down on everyone, everything you say is the cornerstone of my throne~www.mtlnovel.com~ But when you drag me down, those scavengers who follow you will dare to Barking at the crumbling bricks, they'd seal the chair I sat on and run around impassionedly saying, 'Look! We beat a bad guy!', and then what?"

A smile appeared on Shafiq's face, but it quickly disappeared: "They would secretly carry that chair to their house, put on my imitation robe in the dead of night, and play in the dark room more than they imagined. The brilliance is greater and more powerful, and even the leftovers scattered when the throne is smashed will be picked up by them and placed under the foundation of the house as if they were treasures. They dare not show off to others. Carrion jackals hide in filthy corners and gobble, and those who don't get their hands on bones and **** claws pretend they're victorious, and you think you've got it all win, but everyone has ghosts in their minds."

"You don't have to say such things."

"No, I'm going to say it, and I know, you'll listen," Shafiq grinned, ripping his shackled hair away from his eyes with his thin, shackled arms, only Nelson's reflection in his empty eyes." Whether it's patrolling your spoils as a victor, or pulling the last bit of useful stuff out of my mouth like your cunning habit, you'll listen to me."

"You take yourself seriously."

"Isn't it? I am very important. A person who has been in the center for a long time, no matter how downhearted he is, there will always be countless pairs of eyes staring at him," Shafiq put down his hands, his eyes were covered by hair again , "I know who's new, don't you want to know more?"

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