Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1366: Prison robbery?

"Go in."

Albert glanced at the raging sea of ​​flames for the last time, stretched out his index finger and tapped on the head, first cast a cannonball spell on himself, waved his wand to summon the Patronus again, and put Cedric and the others in pain. After expelling the struggling dementors, he turned around and walked into the door behind him.

This ancient fortress has been expanded more than once by the Untraceable Stretching Curse. When Albert stepped into Azkaban from the main entrance, he had the illusion that he had just entered platform 9 and 3/4. Instead of a narrow room, it was a dark, cold, and damp corridor.

Although there are braziers every few tens of feet in the corridor, they are burning with dark blue magic flames without temperature.

Albert narrowed his eyes slightly, and observed the surrounding cells with the help of the light from the brazier in the corridor, and suddenly understood why Hagrid was afraid of this place.

If there is a **** in this world, it must be Azkaban.

"Ouch, what does this taste like."

"Damn, did they use trolls as jailers?"

The people who came in from behind started cursing in a low voice. They obviously forgot Albert's advice, and forgot to put a bubble head curse on themselves to isolate the outside air. After facing the terrible environment in Azkaban Prison, they directly produce physical discomfort.

There's nothing to do about it, since the dementors can't smell the smell, so naturally they don't care about the poor sanitation in Azkaban.

In the past, there were not many prisoners, no matter how bad the environment was, it was the same. However, since the Death Eaters frantically packed people into Azkaban, the sanitation in this wizard prison began to deteriorate rapidly.

This wizarding prison was originally a fortress. No matter how well the wizards of the Ministry of Magic were reformed, it was a matter of centuries ago, not to mention that the wizards imprisoned here also need to eat and drink.

Once there are too many people, it is simply a terrible nightmare.

But the dementors don't care about this. They don't care about the life and death of the wizards locked here. Albert even suspects that if the windows here are not open all the time, it is estimated that many people have been smoked to death.

"Close the gate and seal it with magic."

Albert's voice rang in everyone's ears, pulling them back from the harsh environment of Azkaban.

Although Albert also knew that this order sounded a little ridiculous, the closed door always brought them some comfort.

As the entrance of the fortress was sealed and turned into hard marble by a spell, angry dementors flocked to the entrance of the second floor.

In fact, each floor of the fort will have similar entrances for dementors to enter and exit.

"This is simply hell. If these rescued people don't have the courage to stand up and resist, they deserve to die here."

Listening to the noise, Lee Jordan felt inexplicably irritable.

"Follow the plan!"

Albert took the box from Moody, placed it directly on the wet and dirty floor, reached out and tapped on it, the lid of the box opened automatically, and a door as tall as a person appeared in front of everyone. Albert asked others to rescue the prisoners who were stunned by Kingsley's group first, and transferred them all to boxes.

Dobby the house-elf will be there to help move the hapless bunch out into the open.

"There are a large number of dementors up there, we need help."

Jinslai's voice suddenly came from the stairs on the second floor.

Without Albert's order, Cedric followed the plan and led his team to the second floor to reinforce Kings.

"Can your box hold so many people?"

Moody, who was on alert all around, asked suddenly. He found that there were more unlucky people imprisoned in Azkaban than expected.

If they didn't come, it probably won't be long before at least half of the unlucky people at the bottom will die in prison.

"I hope that Hogsmeade can buy us more time." Albert didn't answer, but turned his head to ask Moody: "What's the situation with the dementors now."

"They are still refusing to give up, and they are pouring into the prison from the upstairs entrance. Kingsley and they are in a hard fight. I think you may need to go up and help." In normal times, Dementors will not confront the Patronus head-on.

"Why do you think there are no dementors on the first floor?"

Albert did not leave. He knew very well that once he left the first floor, dementors would swarm in from all directions, and the situation on the first floor with fewer people would become even worse.

This is actually quite normal, this is always the lair of dementors. And as the prison's damned jailers, they are the strongest line of defense in Azkaban Prison, even more trustworthy than the Aurors.

If it wasn't for the fact that the people brought by Albert were all good at using the Patronus Charm, when they broke into this island, they should have been reduced to the rations of the dementors.

"How does the dementor in Azkaban contact the wizard?" Albert asked again. Before coming to Azkaban, he had already asked a similar question.

According to King Silai, there is no way for the dementors to contact the Ministry of Magic urgently. If the dementors are sent from Azkaban to the Ministry of Magic to inform the news, it will take at least a few hours.

However, accidents can happen in everything.

Albert had a hunch that the Dementors probably had a faster way to contact the Ministry of Magic, such as using the Floo Network or Portkeys.

Although he doesn't know whether those monsters can use that thing, the sense of urgency in his heart has not disappeared. They must complete the jailbreak and leave here as soon as possible.

"There are more prisoners here than we expected!"

Kenneth, who sent the first group of people over, pointed to the group of people who were stunned by the spell and said: "Besides, some people are already dying. I don't know if they can be saved."

"Don't care about these problems, we are only responsible for emptying Azkaban, let others move faster!"

Even though things went smoother than Albert expected, he was still not satisfied with the current progress.

According to this efficiency, one's own side cannot evacuate Azkaban within the scheduled time.

This is not good news, one more minute is more risky.

To be honest, although they prepared for the worst, Albert didn't want his side to encounter such a predicament.

"Don't worry, the situation is not as bad as you think!"

Noticing the frequency with which Albert looked at his watch, Moody comforted hoarsely: "The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic has always been very low, and the efficiency of that group of Death Eaters is definitely worse than you think. When we leave all the prisoners in Azkaban, they may not be aware of what happened in Azkaban, and it took a few hours for the Ministry of Magic to react when Black escaped from prison."

It took them fifteen minutes to clear the first floor. A total of forty-three people were imprisoned on the first floor. Some of the unlucky ones died in the cell before they could be rescued.

When they reached the second floor, the irritated group of dementors were finally contained. Albert's Patronus made these dark creatures instinctively afraid, and they rushed out of the fort like they were on fire, making the original The crumbling defense line was also stabilized again.

"Adopt the third plan." Albert reminded.

Under such circumstances, saving people by layers obviously cannot improve efficiency, and since they are forced to spend a lot of energy on fighting against the dementors, it is better to hand over the work of driving the dementors to Albert, Others focus on saving lives

After the team reunited, the efficiency has improved significantly.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are far fewer wizards imprisoned on the second floor than on the first floor. According to Kingsley, the higher the floor, the longer they have been imprisoned.

The number of people on the third floor of Azkaban was even smaller, and the prisoners in the iron-barred compartment were agitated, probably because they did not expect that someone would come to rescue them. However, their enthusiasm irritated everyone who had just arrived on the third floor.

"Wait quietly."

Albert's words shocked them all at once, but there are always a few people who can't see the situation clearly and like to provoke troubles.

"He, he, he, he doesn't need to worry about it. It's a disaster if he goes out anyway."

Albert just glanced at them and saw through the other person's mind. His voice was so indifferent that it made people shiver.

The people who wanted to say something at first shut up, for fear that they would also become abandoned.

As for the three people who were directly named, after finally realizing that the other party really planned to keep them, they began to beg bitterly.

"It's really cheap."

"Why bother."

"Legiliency."

Noticing Moody's expression, Albert calmly explained, "Since they have bad intentions, what are you going to do to save them? Do you want to embarrass yourself?"

Albert will never allow pig teammates to appear in the team.

When they come all the way to the fifth floor, which is the top floor, if there is no accident, there will be an accident, the enemy is coming.

The Ministry of Magic responded faster than Albert expected!

They seem to be using some sort of faster way to get to Azkaban.

In fact, if they could complete the rescue within half an hour, the Ministry of Magic would definitely not be able to respond. It's a pity that things always like to be beyond people's control.

"Robards, you should pretend that you don't know about this, instead of wading into this muddy water." Moody raised his wand and pointed at his former colleague.

"Sorry, they threatened us with our family members." Gadwin said helplessly.

"You asked for that." King Silai sneered, "If you hadn't betrayed Scrimgeour, how could that shelter be easily breached by Death Eaters? Don't forget where Anderson is from. Confidentialist"

Speaking of Scrimgeour, all the Aurors were silent. The minister was indeed trying to save them from a duel with Voldemort, but their behavior of defecting to the enemy the next day was indeed embarrassing.

The members of the Defense Association, who had already been suffocated by the group of dementors, didn't want to listen to their nonsense here, so they cleverly seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack first.

Caught off guard, the Auror collapsed halfway in the blink of an eye, and the rest of them were already pointed at by their wands, and finally were directly disarmed and controlled.

Less than a minute from the incident to the end, the Aurors who rushed over became prisoners.

"Maybe, Azkaban will be more suitable for you traitors."

After Fred took away their wands, he directly led someone to throw them into the prison next to them.

"Wait, you can't do this..."

Recovering, Dawlish held the iron fence with both hands, looked at the sound of footsteps gradually going away, and roared angrily.

However ~IndoMTL.com~ has never responded to them.

"It's good that they didn't kill us." Gadwin smiled bitterly, "Maybe, we were wrong from the beginning."

"I should have pretended not to have known."

Most people in prison regret lying in this muddy water.

"We have no other choice. After killing so many Death Eaters, even if Scrimgeour is dead, they will not easily let us and our families go." Savage sneered, they chose to serve the Ministry of Magic instead of There's a reason for being Harry's backbone against You-Know-Who, as Scrimgeour thought.

"It's useless to say this now, quickly find a way to get those dementors to let us out."

"It's too late, I heard the apparition sound, how on earth did they do it?" The Aurors heard the crackling in the hallway.

Azkaban prohibits Apparation, but house-elves are immune to wizard magic, something most arrogant wizards apparently ignore.