Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 754: Revisit Azkaban

"Good evening, Mr. Scrimgeour."

"Oh, yes, good evening! Come in soon..."

Our Mr. Minister's smile is still quite stiff, which undoubtedly shows that he is still not accustomed to using richer expressions to deal with those who need him to show kindness.

However, Maca is quite happy about it. Because he thought that if Scrimgeour would smile at him very naturally one day, then he would need to pay more attention when facing Scrimgeour again.

Unfortunately, once you are fully used to the position of "Minister of Magic", it means you will face the huge power temptation directly.

Someday in the future, whether Scrimgeour will regard such an influential wizard as Maca as a potential competitor is unknown.

After all, although his position is amazing, the longest interval between elections is only 7 years.

"Mr. McLean, it is a rare thing for you to come to the Ministry of Magic. I hope you didn't bring anything..." Scrimgeour greeted Maca as he stood up and said, "Look at what I said... Come on, please sit down! Would you like something to drink?"

Seeing the door opened, Maca at the door put down his knocking hand and walked into the minister's office.

Compared to other rooms, it can be said to be quite spacious, but in fact there is nothing worth mentioning. Oh, except for the large picture frame hanging on the wall-there are all wizards who have made remarkable achievements as the British Minister of Magic.

This point is actually similar to the Hogwarts principal's office...Of course, the Hogwarts principal has a long tenure, so even if you hang every portrait on the wall, it is more than enough.

On the walls of this office, there are not many that can include a portrait of yourself.

"Don’t bother, I came from the bar, I had enough just now..." Maca sat down casually on the sand beside him, chuckled and said, "Then, you can rest assured, too. I did not bring any bad news over today."

"Oh, is it?"

Sclinger was relieved at once—he was still wondering if there was another big movement that caused Maca to come over and talk to him in person!

So Scrimgeour also sat down on the sand opposite Maca, and looked at the latter with a hint of doubt.

"Then...Is there anything I can help?"

He has been busy in his post for a whole day. Even today, when everything seems to be back on track, there is not much he needs to do less.

The pressure from the Dark Lord has gone down, but the long backlog of government affairs is not so easy to clear. The documents that need his final ruling can be said to be piled up every day.

It can be seen that the most obvious thing on Scrimgeour's face right now is the exhaustion that has nowhere to hide.

"I believe you have a lot of work to be busy, so I will go straight to the point," Maca said, looking at Scrimgeour across the coffee table, "I need to visit a prisoner in Azkaban-just before Soon, the alchemy attacker I entrusted to you."

Scrimgeour was taken aback when he heard the words, and seemed a little surprised.

"The witch from the African delegation?" He wondered, "She is already being interrogated in the Wizarding Prison of the International Wizarding Federation. You also know about the handover between us and there, right? Before leaving. , Didn’t you let the female reporter of the "Daily Prophet"..."

When Maca saw him mention the old witch, he waved at him immediately.

"No, it's not her," Maca explained, "I mean the one before—remember? The bald wizard who attacked during the event, with alchemy tattoos..."

"Oh! Is it him?" Scrimgeour suddenly said, "If you want to go, of course you can! I will sign a pass for you, and then..."

As he said, he got up from the sand, turned and walked to his desk.

I saw him flipping through the pile of papers on the desk, probably looking for today's night shift staff table or something, and soon raised his head again.

"I'll let an Auror on night shift accompany you. There will be unimpeded." Scrimgeour said as he pulled out a piece of paper from a file basket, leaned over and started writing.

The current Azkaban is very different from the past.

The incident where Voldemort controlled the dementors made the Ministry no longer fully believe in the monsters, but added wizards who are good at the patron saint to be responsible for the outposts; the prison escape caused by Maca made the Ministry of Magic no longer believe in the monsters. Many defensive spells have been added to the cell to minimize the possibility of prisoners escaping.

Of course, this is definitely not enough to stop a powerful wizard of Voldemort's level, and Maca who is in front of Scrimgeour right now is naturally the same.

So, after understanding Maca’s intentions, his heart is still quite happy-at least Maca did not rush to Azkaban on his own. This is for him, the Minister of Magic. Valuable respect.

……

The former Director of Poker Face in the Auror office is still very efficient. It didn’t take long for Maca to pass the only doorway to the island where Azkaban is located in the Ministry of Magic, and walk him again. The distance traveled.

The difference from his coming here last time is that this time his hands and feet are not locked in shackles, and the Aurors who came with him will not treat him as a criminal.

In fact, next to him was an acquaintance—Kingsley Shaker, an elite member of the Order of the Phoenix.

At this moment, Maca is walking on the stone road paved with black rocks. In the surrounding barren land, there are no erratic dementors everywhere, only some exposed stones on the ground show the traces of the sea.

This small island in the North Sea is often hit by violent sea storms. In the worst case, the surging waves may even submerge the entire island.

At that time, the island itself could not be seen, only the towering black stone fortress stood tall on the sea.

"Kingsley, I heard that you might be promoted? The position of the Auror office director is not far away, right?" Maca congratulated as he walked, "Congratulations, busier days are coming. ."

"Yes, busier days..."

Kingsley's expression can't tell whether it's happy or something else, it looks somewhat complicated. After a short while, he shook his head, seeming to temporarily set aside the feeling in his heart.

"Don't mention that little thing about me," he glanced at Maca, and jokingly said, "The sinner of the Quidditch World Cup, the benefactor of the British magic world-how does it feel to be here again? Like?"

Maca looked around at the surrounding scenery. As it was long into the night, it was dark and hard to see clearly when he looked into the distance. After looking at it a few times, he curled his lips.

"Well, maybe I really miss those dementors..."

The area of ​​the Blackstone Fortress is very large, and the two of them basically didn't say a few gossips, but within a few minutes of walking forward, the iron gate under the fortress was already in front of them.

Maca still remembers that in the past, this heavy door was still completely hung by hinges, because in the past no one would have thought that prisoners would escape from prison.

To this day, this door finally played its due role, falling steadily in the groove on the ground.

At the door, Kingsley took the initiative to show Scrimgeour's signature document. As the winch rattles and is turned by the guardian wizard inside, the gate slowly rises, allowing both Maca and Kingsley to enter the real prison area.

"Oh," Maca's eyes lit up as soon as he got inside, "Do you know... I only found a little bit of the feeling of revisiting the old place when I got here."

The front courtyard of this Blackrock Fortress is much cleaner than before. The dry black and yellow weeds have been removed, the broken bricks and rocks have all disappeared, and even the cracks on the wall that should have been repaired seem to have been repaired.

If there weren't those wandering dementors, this place could actually be a place for people to come in and live normally-although the thing that Maca missed the most was the group of "cute" dementors.

This time I come to Azkaban to find someone, so I don’t need too much effort from Femaka. A wizard guarding here accurately led him to the prison door of the old bald man, and even took the initiative to help him drive away the dementors nearby.

"Thank you for opening the lock!" Maca whispered.

The guard glanced at Kingsley, and after the other nodded affirmatively, he drew out his wand and opened the lock on the cell door for Maca.

Makara opened the iron door, and there was a piercing "crunch" sound, which was quite aching.

In this prison, the bald head is curled up in a pile of old straw, wearing a dirty prison uniform. The sound of Maca opening the door didn't seem to affect him at all, and it didn't even make him move a little.

"Wake up."

Maca walked over to him and squatted down, patted him on the back, but there was still no reaction at all~IndoMTL.com~ If you really want to come for questioning, then you must find a way to pry him away. He’s mouth, but Maca doesn’t need him to really speak.

Seeing that this guy was lying down on the ground like a dead body, with his back facing him without any intention of moving, Maca directly turned him over with force and opened his closed eyelids.

He came to see this bald alchemist tonight, in fact, he just wanted to confirm whether he had missed anything when he performed the Spirit of Contemplation last time.

In the next instant, a large number of memory images flickered in Maca's mind one by one, and his eyebrows became more and more frowning.

It’s nothing if you just browse through the memory selectively, but it’s not easy for the caster to screen it in large quantities.

　　

　　Tiancai site address:. Mobile version reading URL: