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Azkaban is one of the most notorious and terrifying prisons in the wizarding world. Many criminals would rather commit suicide than be imprisoned here. Entering here means being treated more horribly than death!

This is a hell for criminals!

Not only the criminals, but also the Ministry of Magic employees responsible for supervision are unwilling to stay here any longer. Even though they can work here for three days a week and enjoy super generous benefits, no one is willing to take the initiative to work here.

All because here is the most evil jailer in the magic world - the Dementor!

But not everyone is unwilling to come to Azkaban. Some people with unique bad tastes will occasionally come to Azkaban to have some fun for themselves.

For example, Minister Fudge, who recently had his head exploded by a group of people in an internal discussion at the Ministry of Magic over whether to purchase magic amulets, came to Azkaban, ready to have some fun to relieve his mood.

"Looking at the miserable situation of these guys, and stimulating them at the same time, it would be a beautiful thing!"

After coming out of a cell, Fudge took a deep breath and felt refreshed. He hummed a tune and went to find the next target.

However, his good mood quickly faded.

When the supervisor used the key to open the cell door where Sirius, one of the most vicious criminals, was locked up, Minister Fudge's smile instantly froze when he saw the situation inside, and he even stopped breathing.

Dementors, a room full of dementors!

But that's not the point. The point is that surrounded by dementors, the prisoner who was supposed to be in agony was actually sitting at a dining table eating steak with a knife and fork!

Still hot steak!

When Fudge saw it, the supervisor also saw what was going on inside. He subconsciously shrank his neck and broke down in sweat.

"This... Minister, this is none of my business! I really didn't give these things to him! I swear, I definitely didn't give them to him!" The supervisor said quickly: "It's just that there are dementors who often go to the supervision room to ask for things. We just gave things to the dementors, we really don’t know where they went with those things!”

"often?!"

Secretary Fudge shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"You give them what they want? What do you do for food? What is your duty? Your duty is to supervise the dementors here!"

But...but they are dementors!

The supervisor thought about it with tears in his eyes.

Those are Dementors, who dares to reject them?

Especially they don’t come one by one to ask for things, they come in a large group every time!

However, the supervisor did not say these words to Fudge. Not only did he not defend himself, but he simply admitted his guilt.

"Minister, you are right. We have failed in our work. On behalf of my colleagues here, I am willing to accept the punishment... Please transfer us as soon as possible!" the supervisor said.

Boil!

I think you are eager to leave as soon as possible?

If you leave, who will continue to stare at the dementors here? !

"I really want to find an empty cell and put you in there!"

Minister Fudge said through gritted teeth, and then pointed at the dementors in the room.

"You bastards! Get out of here!" Fudge roared.

However, no one, no, no dementors paid any attention to him, not even one.

Sirius, who was forking a piece of beef, blinked and thought for a moment before putting down his knife and fork and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"You all get out," Sirius said.

As Sirius finished speaking, all the Dementors bowed at the same time, and then lined up in an orderly manner to leave.

This made Fudge so angry that his mouth was twisted in anger.

"Remy!!! It must be you, right?!"

When he thought of Remy, Fudge's face became even more twisted and horrifying.

He recognized these dementors. The words on their faces had long revealed their identities. They were the ones who served Remy back then!

But suddenly, Fudge suddenly showed a look of horror.

wrong!

If it was Remy who asked these dementors to serve the traitor who betrayed the Potters, what was Remy's motive?What is his identity?

What method did he use to control the dementors, who were extremely vicious and had no human emotions at all?

And the amulet he invented specifically to target Muggle weapons.

And the incredible power he possesses!

Could it be that he is Voldemort's... No, it's impossible!Absolutely impossible!

Fudge's expression kept changing. When he thought of that possibility... he didn't dare to continue thinking about it!Don't even think about it!

"Minister? What's wrong with you? I have chocolate here, do you want to eat some?" the supervisor asked.

"Huh? Oh...no...it's okay, it's okay, nothing happened."

After coming back to his senses, Fudge hurriedly wiped his sweat with the paper in his hand. When he realized that the paper in his hand was a newspaper, he quickly threw it away.

"That's it for today's inspection. Close the door. I...I have something else to do."

After wiping his sweat again, Fudge looked flustered and left without looking back.

He was so panicked now, so panicked that he didn't want to stay for a second longer. He just wanted to return to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible, to the office that belonged to him and was protected by layers of protection.

"Bah, I was so frightened just by a few dementors passing by. These people sitting in the office are all rubbish!"

After spitting, the supervisor looked back at Sirius in the cell and glared at him fiercely.

"What are you looking at? Eat your food!"

Bang!

Looking at the suddenly closed door and looking down at the steak, Sirius was stunned.

what's the situation?

I am so extravagant and evil in prison, why don't you just ignore me?

It’s okay if I didn’t notice it before, but now that it’s been exposed, why don’t I care?

Forget about the supervision, why doesn't he even care about the Minister of Magic?

Not only did he not care, but he also ran so fast...wait a minute!

Sirius's pupils shrank suddenly.

Do they ignore me because of my identity?

Am I about to be wronged?

Or...are they all followers of Voldemort, including the Minister of Magic? !

Thinking of this possibility, Sirius suddenly thought of Harry again.

"If the Minister of Magic is Voldemort's man, then Harry... should be damned now!"

Bang!

He hammered the table hard and looked at the steak in front of him. How could he still have the appetite to eat it?

He looked around this extremely familiar room with only one thought in his mind - jailbreak!

Suddenly, Sirius noticed the ball of paper at the door.

"Could it be... that Fudge sent me a message?"

"Hmph! I want to see what tricks you are playing!"

Walking over, he picked up the ball of paper and unfolded it. Sirius was surprised to find that it was actually a newspaper.

"Is it a hint in code? If so..."

While he was trying to find the code word in the newspaper, he noticed the magic photo in the middle of the newspaper.

"This mouse...is it you?!"

Sirius's face instantly became ferocious and terrifying.

"I'm in prison in Azkaban! How the hell can you still travel to Egypt?!"