North Sea.
The strong wind blew thick dark clouds, and a wave swept up and fell on the sea surface.
On a small island, the rock walls corroded by sea water are very smooth.
A square building that looks like a fortress has been there for hundreds of years.
Azkaban is a prison under the Ministry of Magic and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
The evil wizards from all over the country are imprisoned here, and they are all extremely evil people.
Only dementors can hold them down.
The dementors floating above looked like tattered rags blown up by the wind.
The dementors were a little restless today.
Oz noticed something was wrong with them.
"What do the dementors seem to be afraid of?" Oz murmured to himself.
She leads the beaters with Pierce who awaits at the entrance.
The beaters were talking quietly, they had been here for half an hour and had no idea who their director was waiting for.
They wanted to ask, but due to the gap in status, they did not dare to ask.
Oz couldn't remember how many times she had been poked in the shoulder. She turned back and glared at the young hitter.
Because she felt that there was no hope of promotion, Oz treated her subordinates in an approachable manner, and she would not take it to heart if they were sometimes noisy.
Her good friend Lippi received a secret mission. If Pierce had not ensured that Lippi was safe, she would have doubted whether Lippi died heroically.
As the storm approaches.
It came out after a thousand calls.
A carriage was flying in the sky, and a striker asked with confusion: "How did this car fly?"
He couldn't see the horse, only the car flying in the sky.
Oz glanced at him. This was a young hitter who had not yet experienced death.
In Oz's sight, the cart was pulled by six Thestrals.
With its skinny body waving its wings, the Thestral's appearance gives people a sense of sadness.
"That's the Thestral, I'm so jealous you can't see it," Oz said.
Only those who have witnessed death can see this creature.
If she could, she would rather never see Thestrals for the rest of her life.
The carriage sped down to the platform, and Pierce seemed to have been waiting for this moment.
When the carriage landed, he ran over in the strong wind.
With a gesture that seemed flattering to Oz, he opened the car door.
The batters waiting here craned their necks, trying to see who was inside.
Could it be Pierce's boss, Amelia Bones?
Soon, their random thoughts were broken.
The silver mask seemed to be stuck to his face, and no matter how strong the wind was, it could not be blown away.
With that mask, I believe that no one in the entire country would not know his identity.
Johnny Silverhand.
"What is he here for?" A trace of confusion flashed across Oz's face.
So much so that she didn't even see Tang Mi next to Johnny Silverhand.
John looked at the battering team over there and asked, "What's going on?"
"Sir Johnny Silverhand, the prisoners in Azkaban are dangerous," Pierce said respectfully, "This is to prevent the prisoners from taking the opportunity to commit crimes."
"A very careful arrangement."
John praised him, but he actually didn't think that the prisoner who had been sucked by the dementors so many times still had any fighting ability.
On the contrary, the dementors are more troublesome than the prisoners.
John took a step forward and found that Tang Mi's eyes had been looking at a woman.
After thinking for a moment, he remembered Tang Mi's two friends.
One of them is the batsman's squad leader.
"who is she?"
John asked seemingly casually.
Pierce was stunned, followed his line of sight, and saw his subordinates.
He replied: "Your Excellency, that is the Auror, Ozzie Heard."
"He seems to be a very smart man." John mentioned something, and Pierce immediately remembered it.
He thought that he could give Oz a new position when he returned.
He remembered that there was still room in the office.
Sometimes it's so cruel. What you pursue so hard may be solved with just a word from someone else.
"Stop looking, your eyes are about to fall off."
John saw that Tang Mi was still looking, so he called Tang Mi.
Tang Mi came back to his senses, and his face was actually a little rosy.
It's hard to imagine that as the captain of Johnny Silverhand's security team, he looked so embarrassed.
Under the leadership of Pierce, John entered Azkaban.
This place was worse than he imagined, the environment was very simple.
With solid walls and dementors patrolling at any time, the entire Azkaban is filled with desperate wails.
From time to time, someone laughed wildly, obviously crazy.
Hagrid was once almost sent to Azkaban. At that time, he was so scared that he was shaking all over.
In fact, even now, Pierce is looking a little bad.
It seemed like he didn't like this place very much either.
The dementors acting as guards floated over, and the strikers were extremely alert.
John's expression remained unchanged, but others couldn't tell.
They walked all the way to the room where Lestrange was being held.
Opening the door, a man huddled in the corner, thin and haggard, but with a hint of madness in his eyes appeared.
Rodolphus Lestrange.
He might have just been taught a lesson by the dementors, and his whole person felt haggard and depressed.
The beaters were on standby outside. In the cell, there were only three people, John, Pierce, and Tang Mi.
But John glanced at Pierce, who walked out very wisely, euphemistically calling it a deployment.
"Rodolphus Lestrange, you look so haggard."
Staring at Rodolphus, John was a little ready to make a move.
How interesting would it be if he could directly deal with Rodolphus and wait until Voldemort reunited his old troops?
This thought flashed through his mind, and John's expression did not change.
Rodolphus's voice was weak, "Who are you?"
He had been locked up in Azkaban for so long that he didn't even know Johnny Silverhand's name.
John smiled, raised his right hand, and Rodolphus was pushed against the wall, his body floating in the air.
Photography magic.
The delicate knife slashed Rodolphus's arm, and blood flowed from it into the bottle.
John got the blood easily, Rodolphus couldn't breathe, and his face turned red from holding back.
On the verge of fainting, John put him down without giving him a breath, and laid his hands on Rodolphus's greasy hair.
The black thread entered through his head, and Rodolphus's expression gradually became dull.
John asked him about the location of the vault, and Rodolphus sluggishly told him all.
After doing all this, John took out a power of attorney.
There was struggle in Rodolphus's eyes, but soon turned dull again.
He signed his name like a zombie and included his fingerprints.
John, who had gained everything, did not just let Rodolphus go.
He had seen this man in the memories of the Longbottoms. He was one of the murderers who tortured Neville's parents.
John gently pressed his head with both hands, and activated his spiritual magic.
Under his hypnosis, a seed was planted deep inside Rodolphus.
Once the seeds take root, Rodolphus can produce unusual results.
This was his gift to Voldemort.
Just as John left, loud laughter could be heard from the next cell.
The voice was full of madness, even if it had just been sucked by a dementor.
"Who is locked up there?"
"A madwoman, Bellatrix Lestrange."
John saw that the pair of eyes in the cell across the door were always staring at him.
. . .
Some people died, but not completely...
