The British Ministry of Magic building, the highest point.
Rainy, thundery night.
"How is Rita?" Fudge struggled to pull off his long black cloak, handed it to the men beside him, kicked off his purple pointed boots, felt the wet feeling on his feet, and frowned.
"Still unconscious."
Fudge frowned and looked at Auror Ronaldo, "She is an Animagus, and she is such a small beetle. I hope you can notice this."
Old Ronaldo nodded, "Don't worry, we have specially prepared a magic cage for her. It is a deformable Bigano drift bottle. It is impossible for her to escape from it."
Fudge nodded, used his wand to 'clean up' his pinstripe suit, and muttered, "This is the damn weather."
He tugged on his bright red tie, still feeling wet all over his body, and looked at old Ronaldo again, "Where's Anthony?"
Old Ronaldo shrugged, "He was imprisoned in the highest level prison, the same one where Grindelwald was imprisoned."
"Merlin's beard." Fudge obviously couldn't understand, "He's just a child."
"Actually..." Old Ronaldo's face became weird, "The Aurors are all worried that he will cast some kind of wandless spell. In addition to having Aurors standing guard at the door at all times, we also arranged for Rocamon Lizard.
Surveillance.”
"Oh~" Fudge stopped and turned to look at old Ronaldo in astonishment.
"Highest level prison, guarded by Aurors, lizards from Locamone (Magical Creatures Guard at the Ministry of Magic Prison)?"
Old Ronaldo looked around for a moment and led Fudge. After the two entered the elevator, he whispered, "We all know what happened. We all know that the child is innocent. He was just a child who was sacrificed for stability.
"
Fudge grinned and said nothing.
Haha~
Things are not what you think at all. This kid killed Dumbledore, even though he was under the influence of the Imperius Curse.
Of course, it was impossible for him to tell him. The news was destined to be rotten in his stomach.
He knew that the Dark Lord must be waiting for Dumbledore to die completely. The name of the most powerful white wizard in this century and what kind of curse he would release before his death was something that everyone should be afraid of.
so……
As long as Dumbledore is still alive, even with his last breath, the Dark Lord is destined to lie dormant.
As for what to do when the Dark Lord appears in the end?
Ha~
Maybe Fudge was no longer Minister of Magic by then, so it was none of his business.
Fudge looked at old Ronaldo seriously, "I think I must reiterate again that Anthony's behavior of spreading rumors is too bad. We must punish him, but there is no need to treat him with the level of the most dangerous dark wizard."
Seeing the elevator stop, old Ronaldo pressed the button on the panel, and then looked back at Fudge, "There are rumors out there that Anthony Weasley is the third generation Dark Lord trained by Dumbledore. I don't know.
Believe it or not, but please remember, he once defeated thirteen Aurors by himself."
"Easily defeated!"
He didn't know what he was thinking, and his whole body trembled, "You don't know how powerful his transformation skills are. Now one of our colleagues will be frightened when he sees a roller coaster, and several colleagues will think of something strange when they are in the elevator."
Good memories.”
"I won't forget."
Fudge's face turned fierce, and he glared at old Ronaldo coldly, "Due to your incompetence, I paid a large sum of gold galleons for this. This money could have been used in better places."
"He is dangerous, Mr. Minister."
Fudge fell silent and said nothing more.
The two of them walked quickly towards the depths of the prison.
Countless iron cages are built into cells, which are places where prisoners are held for short periods of time. There are not even walls, let alone toilets or food.
When the prisoners saw them, they all shouted loudly. Some were frustrated and wailing that they were wronged. Some were holding on to the railings and shaking their bodies wildly, laughing wildly. Some were whistling...
Walking to the deepest point, they walked inward again along the wall until they reached the deepest point, and a separate cell appeared in front of them.
Looking in through the breathable window of the door, Anton was sitting obediently on a chair.
The chair was tied with a chain to a two-foot-long lizard, which had light brown and off-white stripes and didn't look very fierce.
At this time, a moth flew out from the darkness. When it passed by Anton, the lizard's horny eyelids blinked, and a huge red electric light bubble appeared around Anton.
呲~
There was a slight noise, and the moth lost its life in an instant and slowly fell from the air. Before it reached the ground, it turned into powder and scattered everywhere under the light beam of the ventilation window.
Anton stared at the powder curiously, his eyes full of purity, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if his whole person was filled with the simple joy of a child.
Fudge observed for a moment and then nodded, "Let's arrange the transfer."
The Aurors waved their wands and cast spells on the iron door to open it, and then they were divided into two teams and walked in. Four Aurors were responsible for controlling Anton, and four Aurors held up their wands at the back to prevent any sudden changes.
Another wizard wearing a colorful striped wizard robe took out a small box from his arms, dug out a black substance, and carefully approached the Rocamon lizard.
The Rocamon lizard raised its head and looked at him, barked a few times, then lowered its head and licked the mass.
The wizard gently unhooked the chain from the chair, buckled it on his metal belt, and then picked up the lizard as if he was relieved.
She nodded to several Aurors and left first.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
The four Aurors cast spells at the same time. Anton floated up from the chair, lowered his head, bent his legs, raised his hands high behind his back, and floated in mid-air.
Just like that, he was carried out by the Aurors using a levitating spell.
ps: There are pictures.
The other four Aurors were divided into two teams, two at the front and two at the back, protecting them in the middle, and walked towards the place where Fudge had just come.
"Haha~ I know this kid, I have seen his picture in the newspaper. Hey, Anthony Weasley, did Dumbledore really cultivate two Dark Lords himself? Are you the third one?"
"Weasley, when will you propose your dream and gather followers? What do you think of me?"
"Ouch~owoo~~"
The prisoners in the iron cage were muttering loudly, and one criminal who was not too embarrassed to watch the excitement shouted in a bad mood, "Oh, Weasley, our king!"
"Haha~ Weasley, our king!"
"Yeah~ Weasley, our king!"
It was very lively for a while.
The expressions of the Aurors were also very lively.
This is not a funny joke, they have decided to teach these prisoners a harsh lesson when they return from Azkaban.
Fudge looked at it with a smile, no expression in his eyes.
The third devil?
Haha, it doesn't matter, as long as something doesn't happen on his watch, it won't be a concern for him.
"I must pay attention to the masters' treatment of Dumbledore and stay by his side. If there is any situation recently, you must tell me in time!" Fudge said to his men with a serious face.