Under the quilt was another quilt, and under that was a shabby wooden bed.
The prisoner is missing, something big has happened.
Barton immediately notified other guards on duty in the nearby waters, and then went to the cemetery to find the dementor leader.
"I - I didn't dare to get too close. After I told it - that the prisoners had escaped, it - they floated outside."
Facing a group of terrifying creatures with rotten bodies under their cloaks and a face with no facial features but a hole, the young man seemed to have not yet recovered.
No wonder it wasn't affected. It turned out to be looking for the prison escape maniac - Sirius Black.
Umbridge's voice rose a little higher, "Barton, if you have nothing to add, please step aside."
"I-I have." Barton stammered another thing.
Ever since he was rotated here, he had always heard Sirius mumbling something while patrolling during the day.
Occasionally I would hear it at night, and the content would almost always consist of a repeated sentence.
"What is it?"
"He - he said he - he said he was at Hogwarts."
"who is he?"
"I-I don't know."
Fudge took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Fortunately, he gave him a newspaper to kill time, damn Black actually dared to repay him like this.
Death Eaters are Death Eaters after all, and they will never become obedient or well-behaved.
"Minister Fudge, what are we going to do next-"
"Search! Search the entire North Sea! Live or die!"
Scrimgeour quickly arranged his personnel and led the team away in person under the watchful eyes of all the senior officials.
But until dawn, nothing was found.
Umbridge whispered to Fudge,
"Minister, we have imprisoned him for 12 years. Even if he had a magic wand, he wouldn't be able to escape very far."
He had a cold face, as if suppressing his anger,
"Would the felon who once used a blasting curse destroy half a street corner, killing 12 innocent Muggles, not have a detailed escape plan?"
"This..." Scrimgeour, who came back to report, looked at each other with a group of senior officials.
There is zero chance of escaping from prison for nearly three hundred years.
Umbridge's big eyes rolled around half a circle, "I understand!
Minister, the reason why he successfully escaped from Azkaban must be because he contacted helpers from outside!"
The Death Eaters' helpers are, of course, Death Eaters.
“Deploy all personnel and find Blake within today!
If you can't find it—" He tried to suppress the anger in his heart,
"If you still can't find it today, you know exactly what will happen."
This is not a trivial matter where the dead Lord Voldemort comes back to steal the Philosopher's Stone, or a diary from fifty years ago opens the Chamber of Secrets.
Sirius Black is a felon and a murderous Death Eater.
If you try to hide it, it will be irresponsible for the safety of people's lives, regardless of whether the person is caught in the end.
The bottom line given by Fudge is that in order to make headlines in major newspapers tomorrow morning, the entire British Ministry of Magic must take action.
Blow by the icy sea breeze, officials who usually stay in their offices appeared one by one in Beihai.
Excluding members of the Department of Mysteries and the Wizengamot, all the remaining 300 or so employees of the Ministry of Magic have arrived.
They searched mile after mile, even disturbing a few Kraken that live in the deep sea.
The frontline Dementors returned to Azkaban en masse as they were about to reach the coast.
Fudge's heart dropped when he saw them.
Wizards rely on magic breath to track, while Muggles rely on eyes and technology.
Dementors can smell any human emotion from far away.
Although they don't have physical noses, their tracking abilities are unquestionable.
It takes a whole night to swim to shore without magic?
The sea area where Azkaban is located is not recorded on the map. It is difficult enough to find the right direction in the vast sea, not to mention that the food of the prisoners is notoriously poor, and they can only barely avoid starving to death.
Fudge suddenly looked at Umbridge, who was walking over with her lunch box.
"Minister, you..." Her voice was trembling, possibly because of the dementors.
"Dolores, you said this morning that Blake had help?"
Umbridge seemed to be relieved, "Minister, you know that many Death Eaters have escaped justice."
One group is headed by Malfoy and Nott, and the other group is said to be newly acquired by the dead ghost Voldemort.
If the news from the Japanese Ministry of Magic is true, Sirius's helper will most likely be the latter.
The former is certainly possible.
But the final judgment on the wizard card will be the day after tomorrow. Unless they are desperate, they will never choose this sensitive time.
"He's at Hogwarts..." Fudge murmured.
"Bring me that day's newspaper!"
The press director of the logistics department of the minister's office quickly took it out.
The headline is about the Weasley family traveling in Egypt, and the photo is their family photo.
Nothing special, no mention of Hogwarts between the lines.
The newspaper was turned inside out twice and then put down.
"Is it Harry?" Fudge clutched the newspaper in his hand tightly.
Since the fall of Voldemort, the once arrogant Death Eaters have become like headless flies.
It's not surprising that Sirius blamed Harry for being imprisoned. The reason for escaping from prison may even be revenge.
Umbridge was so frightened that her liver trembled.
If something happens to the savior, they will all be doomed.
"Minister, we must protect Harry Potter!"
She is the newly appointed Senior Under-Secretary and is the first choice for the Ministry of Magic to take the blame.
Fudge tightened his suit jacket and said, "Rufus, send a team of Aurors to secretly guard Privet Drive."
The dementors returned in vain, and there was no hope for the remaining half day.
Preparing for the worst is the most important thing right now.
"Yes!" Scrimgeour left in a hurry.
Of course, the search operation cannot be abandoned before the situation gets worse.
Dementors were allowed to enter the Muggle world, but only if they did not cause a sensation.
The Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters has Level 1 Amnestics Officers on standby to deal with any Muggles who discover the magical world.
After various departments entered a state of emergency, Fudge, who had just returned to the Ministry of Magic, was still in no mood to enjoy lunch.
In the more than three years since he took office, he has seen all kinds of storms.
Quirrell, who tried to take advantage of the Philosopher's Stone, turned out to be very clever. Lockhart, who was about to be judged for his final trial, was not in a good mental state.
All the witch scum have been successfully dealt with, and the wizard card will soon come to an end.
The alarmed Kraken has been driven away from the British mainland. As long as Sirius is captured, everything will return to peace.
An hour passed,
Two hours passed.
In the evening, after eating something casually, Fudge became more and more irritable as he waited.