Azkaban Prison, and its jailers, the dementors, are a notorious place in the wizarding world.
It is so famous that even the Muggle Petunia Dursley knows about it.
However, most wizards don't know where it is specifically. If they respond subconsciously, most of them will get a sentence - "Well, it is said to be somewhere deep in the North Sea. Who knows?"
Compared to the general public, Anton is more familiar with Azkaban.
He has been imprisoned here, and has also been stationed here as a specially invited Auror expert.
I wrote books and did research here, secretly released the prisoner Rookwood, and asked him to go to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic to copy some information about Azkaban.
only……
That was the old Azkaban.
Today's Azkaban gives Anton an extremely strange feeling.
"Wow~"
Anton hovered high in the sky on his broomstick, looking down at the Azkaban Castle on the island, blinking in disbelief.
The island is lush and green, with flowers in bloom, birds flying, deer and antelope running, and a big snake entrenched in the treetops peering at the rabbit behind the bushes.
The most unique thing is the green vines climbing on the outer wall of Azkaban Castle, which are covered with pink, purple, and blue flowers.
The originally cold and damp Azkaban Prison now inexplicably feels like a paradise.
"It seems quite reasonable..."
Anton clicked his tongue twice. Voldemort was not the kind of big devil who would live in a cave with jagged rocks. After being killed by Lily Potter, he hid in the beautiful Albania, not in a dark cave on a seaside cliff.
inside.
After returning from the original work, he also occupied Malfoy Manor, which has excellent material conditions in the wizarding world.
Lao Fu is a person who knows how to enjoy.
The only problem is...
Anton stared blankly at the sky.
In the past, Azkaban was not only cold and hopelessly suffocating, but even the light became dim.
And on this island at this moment, even though it is almost evening, there is still warm sunshine shining down.
The sea around the island sparkles under the sunlight and looks particularly vivid.
"Weather spell?"
"still……"
"Changes in the natural environment caused by human changes?"
This is an extremely interesting topic. Anton has been receiving master classes from two professors recently. Whether it is Voldemort's magic theory of flying spells described by Snape, or Dumbledore's magic theory of human heart and nature, it is vaguely
All are involved in this aspect.
It is as if everything in the world follows the movement of intelligent beings, and there is an extremely interesting coincidence.
The gathering of people's hearts can change the environment.
There is obviously a place in front of the Azkaban Castle where the 'Apparition' restrictions are relaxed. From time to time, people appear and go to wait under a big umbrella-like tree next to the castle, chatting in twos and threes.
Anton even saw some wizards with hidden faces, standing alone in the corner, obviously unwilling to let others know their true identities.
The Death Eaters who were maintaining order didn't seem to mind, and didn't force them to show their true colors.
Anton raised his eyebrows, raised his hand holding the handle of the broomstick, jumped into the clouds, and found a spare black wizard's robe in the snuff box. His body quickly transformed into a two-meter-tall werewolf, and after putting on the wizard's robe
, the strong chest muscles and latissimus dorsi muscles hold up the robe.
At the same time, he turned the werewolf's sharp-mouthed head back into a human face, freezing it halfway and transforming into a furry, weird face, wearing a bronze mask.
As for the wand, he couldn't use the original one. He simply took out the stick made of beech branches that Dumbledore gave him.
Beech wood is an extremely high-quality material for making wands. It can only be found in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. This kind of tree that is good enough to be used as a wand has always been very precious in the wizarding world.
The part in front of me that Dumbledore carefully selected from the entire tree is definitely the most suitable for Anton.
The size of 5 feet (one meter and a half), combined with the height of two meters, is just right for a walking stick.
Peng~
The loud sound of Disapparation resounding in the air in front of Azkaban Castle.
Suddenly, countless vague eyes drifted over.
Anton put on the thick hood of the wizard's robe and the mask, looked around through the blue crystals embedded in the eye sockets of the mask, and silently found a corner to stand next to him, waiting patiently.
He held his cane in one hand and put the other hand in the pocket of the wizard's robe, quietly looking up at the majestic Azkaban Castle, thinking secretly in his heart...
Where have all the dementors gone?
Did Voldemort drive them to other places in order to improve their living environment?
That's not right. He heard from Snape that Voldemort was currently studying ways to use dementors to enhance the dark magic abilities of his subordinates.
If the research yields results, it will definitely become an excellent way to unite people's hearts.
Even if it's just to become stronger, there will be people who join the Death Eaters one after another.
Anton spreads the contents of his research to the world at will, which not only brings benefits to good people, but bad people also benefit a lot.
Well, although Anton feels that very few people in this world can be called purely good or bad people.
At this moment, a wizard holding a snake-headed cane walked over. He had light blond hair, gray-blue eyes and a pointed face that gave off a pale look.
"Hello, I am……"
Before he finished speaking, a strange laugh came from the mask on Anton's face, "Hey hey hey..."
The voice seemed to be damaged, with a hoarse and grinding vibration.
"I recognize you, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."
Lucius was stunned for a moment, stroking the snake head of the cane in his hand, narrowing his eyes and looking at Anton, "Have we met before?"
Anton thought for a moment and nodded gently, "We are not enemies."
Lucius was not a group of people waiting to be summoned. He was a Death Eater who came out of the castle to understand the visitors' intentions in advance. Now that the Dark Lord has become more tolerant, these Death Eaters have mixed feelings.
Fortunately, of course they all saw hope of success.
I am worried, but it is also because of this. There are many wizards with great backgrounds who have chosen to join Voldemort's camp, and many of them are extremely important figures, who are more attractive to the Dark Lord than pure-blood families like them.
"I don't know why your visit is..." Lucius considered his tone and looked at Anton curiously.
Anton held his cane with both hands and looked up at Azkaban Castle again, "I have done some research on dementors. I saw the Dark Lord's research on the field of dark magical creatures in "Hogwarts Weekly".
I am greatly shocked, and I hope I can make some contributions. After all, the 'Golden Family' proposed by the Dark Lord is too tempting."
"only……"
He returned his gaze and looked at Lucius, "It seems that there are no Dementors here anymore? Have you Death Eaters driven them out? These Dementors are very useful!"
"No, not at all!" Lucius murmured thoughtfully. He knew how important Dementors were to the Dark Lord, or that they could enhance the strength of Dark Wizards or even create Dark Wizards in batches.
What a temptation for the Dark Lord.
Suddenly, he looked at Anton's expression and became serious, "They are still in the castle."
In terms of coping ability and ability to weave lies that are both true and false, Anton is definitely very strong under the guidance of his two teachers, the old wizard Fiennes and Voldemort.
There is a faint magic in the words that induces the other party to tell the "spiritual magic" he wants to answer. Anton also learned very well from Lao Deng.
Look, you know where the dementors have gone.
"Really? That's great." The corners of Anton's mouth slowly raised and he nodded slightly, but he acted as if he didn't want to talk to Lucius anymore.
Lucius was stunned for a moment, and could only take a few steps away helplessly, walked into the crowd, and glanced at Anton's figure with his peripheral vision, his expression changing.
Anton really didn't want to talk to Lucius too much. The patriarch of a well-established British pure-blood family had extremely deep thoughts that were impossible to fathom.
Logically speaking, Lucius gave half of his family property to Rookwood to run a newspaper in France, which was a great support for Anton. However, this guy never came to Anton to claim credit or fault, or even took the initiative to contact him.
.
As Lukewood analyzed, no one knew what Lucius was thinking.
It is more difficult to guess the thoughts of the patriarch of an old European pure-blood family like Barty Crouch.
Anton just vaguely felt that Lucius bet on him more because he wanted his roommate Draco to be a partner rather than himself.
Gee, it’s so enviable to have elders help pave the way.