With a flashy flip, the flame of the kerosene lighter lit up in the dark corridors of Azkaban.
Scrimgeour looked at the lighter in Anton's hand in surprise, then held it close with a cigarette in his mouth.
As the tobacco was lit like dots, he squinted his eyes, turned his head, and blew out smoke in other directions.
"Given to me?"
Anton smiled and put the lighter back into the box and put it into Scrimgeour's hand, "I have quit. Smoking is just a habit. If you don't smoke, you will never want to smoke again."
Scrimgeour looked at Anton in surprise, this kid is only 14, right?
Stop doing?
He pursed his lips and walked ahead with a slight limp. To become an Auror intern, a background check was required. Although Anton was not so strict in this regard, he still collected enough
Information about Anton.
This kid's experience before entering school is not a very good childhood story.
"Your time as an Auror is a little short, so you don't understand some things that well."
Scrimgeour's voice was faint, "Just remember one thing, you were imprisoned in Azkaban because you violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic."
As he spoke, he put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers and remained silent.
In the darkness, the cigarette butt lit up again for a while.
"It means that they just violated a certain law, understand. It doesn't mean that they are completely evil people. Some people usually do good things all their lives, do wrong things, violate the law, and then come in."
"But we must be clear that this is not the reason for us to sympathize with them. If you look for any one of them, he can tell you countless touching, sad or heart-warming stories."
"Business matters, that's all. This is the Auror's attitude towards law enforcement."
"The trial, whether you deserve sympathy or not, is a matter for the Wizengamot gang."
Having said this, Scrimgeour turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Of course, the Wizengamot controls the sentencing standards, and we Aurors control the judgment of commutations. I will leave you 3 places. If you think they are good, you can
Tell me."
"I don't treat you as a child. I hope you can understand what I mean."
Anton shrugged, "I don't seem to need it."
Scrimgeour said nothing, turned around in silence and continued walking deeper into the corridor.
Azkaban was built in the 15th century. It is a castle that is not weaker than the top dark wizard Extis of "Despicable Herbo". No one knows whether it is this dark wizard who has collected all the dementors in the world, or whether it is just him.
He created the terrifying life form of Dementors.
From historical documents, people know that this dark wizard likes to capture Muggles and torture them on this North Sea island castle. Many people speculate that this may be related to the formation of Dementors.
Before the witchcraft of ancient wizards was sorted out by the modern magic system, the research on male and female witches had their own biases.
Witches are more inclined to the study of magical plants (herbology), potion brewing and broomstick flying, while wizards are more inclined to the study of magical animals, magic and alchemy.
Of course, this classification is still a term belonging to the modern magic system, and the boundaries between the fields of ancient wizards were very vague.
This island castle is obviously an extremely top-notch alchemical work.
After modern wizards discovered the vague connection between the castle and the dementors, and re-processed and built it into the Azkaban prison according to its characteristics, it brought together the skills of countless top alchemy masters, spell masters, and magic craftsmen. Almost everything can be done
Treat it as a work of art.
As Scrimgeour took out a document from his pocket, took out the lighter given by Anton and lit it, a circular chassis roughly 20 feet (6 meters) in diameter was suddenly cut out of the stone ground under the two people's feet.
.
This chassis carried Scrimgeour and Anton quickly upwards.
As it rises, the stone ceiling above the head is changing rapidly, including everything around it, which is changing and twisting crazily.
boom!
A prison cell with railings suddenly appeared in front of Anton not far away. Before he could be surprised, the cells collided with each other and were arranged neatly into a huge circle, room by room, row by row.
They seemed far away, but they seemed very close, they seemed to be surrounding them, and they seemed to be all in front of Anton's vision.
No matter where Anton turned his head, these people seemed to stay in front of him.
The dementors were also alarmed. They flew out from all corners, flying around the tall pillars under the disk, flying into the dark sky, and circling around the large wall formed by the cell.
.
"A major incident was announced. An attempt to escape from prison was shocked by being executed in public. Prisoners took inventory..."
Scrimgeour slowly exhaled smoke and said, "This function is called the Judgment Field. In fact, it has been rarely used in the past hundred years."
Anton raised his hand and shook it in mid-air in confusion, "I seem to suddenly have a way to easily control these prisons?"
"Yes."
Scrimgeour nodded, "I have already applied for you in the file to maintain the most basic order authority in the 'Judgment Field'. You can group these prisoners so that different people can hear your different speeches. You can group these prisoners."
The prison was kicked back to its original place, leaving only some people to remain in the 'judgment field'."
"understood."
Anton understood, "He is the substitute for the chat group and initiated the group chat for some friends."
Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, not intending to ask further. He stretched out his hand from his pocket, gently moved forward and grasped a non-existent handle.
"The arrest of fugitives is still going on. Some people who have escaped from prison and committed crimes again need to be investigated and tried. There are a lot of things in the office. You can do it yourself in the future."
"good."
Scrimgeour nodded, gently grabbed the handle, and pushed it outward. Outside was the gate of Azkaban Castle, and a carriage pulled by the Thestral was waiting in front of the door.
He walked out, closed the door gently, and the door disappeared from before him again.
"Oh haha~"
Anton whistled, "Cool!"
…
The prisoners were surprised when the cell changed. Some jumped in front of the cell in horror, grabbed the railings and looked out, some roared, and some let out shrill and weird laughter.
Of course, there were also a lot of inexplicable people shouting in a rhythmic manner - "Anton, our king, Scrimgeour, the king's Auror."
Anton looked at the people in front of him with a smile, and raised his hand thoughtfully in mid-air.
"You guys are too noisy."
"Permissions..."
"So, will there be this function..."
He snapped his fingers and said, "Stop talking!"
Suddenly, light suddenly appeared on all the prisoners' faces, and a luminous zipper like a black iron bar appeared on each prisoner's mouth. As the zipper closed, dark gold vertical seals appeared on the black iron bar.
All of Azkaban was silent.
"Quack quack..."
“It’s so fun!”
Anton suddenly thought of Hogwarts Castle. He wondered if the principal also had a high degree of control over the school castle. He could ask Lockhart another day.
Um.
After he succeeded in his art class.
Although Lockhart's denial was a blow, it aroused Anton's desire to challenge.
He was a very calm person in his previous life. If such a person who seems to know very well denies himself, he will definitely not be stubborn and try again. After all, an ordinary person really does not have many choices.
, time cost, money cost and opportunity cost are like a big mountain, which will teach people to recognize the reality.
Thanks to time travel, he has the freedom to choose his life at will and do whatever he wants.
If you want to draw, then go and learn.
If you have money, leisure, and an unfettered mind, what else can stop you?
"Ahem~"
Anton cleared his throat and looked at the prisoners seriously.
"Let's make a long story short, you don't need to know who I am, and although some people know me, I don't need to know who you are."
"I don't need your gratitude, and you can't make blind noises in my name anymore."
The wizard's robe was dancing, and the dementors were flying behind him. Anton stared at these people with dark eyes.
"I'm just grateful to be in this world, and I want to do something for this world. I do it spontaneously, that's all."
"I have been thinking hard, always thinking about what to tell you?"
"Potion? Spell?"
Anton spread his hands, "I don't think this is urgently needed. I think what you should understand most is the influence of black magic and how to get rid of the influence of black magic and become a normal person."
"After that, let's talk about re-employment, which is more reasonable."