Albert glanced at the raging sea of fire for the last time, stretched out his index finger and tapped his head. After casting a Cannon Curse on himself, he waved his wand to summon the Patron Saint again, and Cedric and the others were struggling to resist.
After expelling the dementors, turn around and walk directly into the door behind you.
This ancient fortress has been expanded by the Invisible Stretching Curse more than once. When Albert stepped into Azkaban from the main entrance, he had the illusion that he had just entered Platform 9 and 3/4. What caught his eye was not
Instead of a narrow room, it was a dark, cold, and damp corridor.
Although there was a brazier every few dozen feet in the corridor, what burned on it was dark blue, temperatureless magic flame.
Albert squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the cells around him with the help of the light from the brazier in the corridor. He suddenly understood why Hagrid was afraid of this place.
If there is a hell in this world, it must be Azkaban.
"Ugh, what does this smell like?"
"Damn it, are they using trolls as jailers?"
The people who came in behind cursed in a low voice. They obviously forgot Albert's instructions and put a bubble spell on themselves to isolate themselves from the outside air. After facing the terrible environment in Azkaban Prison, they directly suffered from physical discomfort.
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There's nothing that can be done about it. Dementors can't smell the stench, so they naturally won't care about Azkaban's poor hygiene.
In the past, the number of prisoners was small, and the environment was just that bad no matter how bad it was. However, since the Death Eaters crazily crammed people into Azkaban, the hygiene in this wizard prison began to deteriorate rapidly.
This wizard prison was originally a fortress. No matter how well the wizards of the Ministry of Magic reformed it, it was still centuries ago, not to mention that the wizards imprisoned here also need to eat, drink and relieve themselves.
Once there are too many people, it becomes a terrible nightmare.
But the Dementors didn't care about this. They didn't care about the life or death of the wizards imprisoned here. Albert even suspected that if the windows here weren't always open to the outside world, many people would have been smoked to death.
"Close the door and use magic to seal it."
Albert's voice rang in everyone's ears, bringing them back from the harsh environment in Azkaban.
Although Albert also knew that this order sounded a bit ridiculous, the closed door always brought them some comfort.
As the entrance to the fortress was sealed and turned into hard marble using a spell, the angry dementors swarmed toward the entrance to the second floor.
In fact, each level of the fortress will have similar entrances to facilitate the entry and exit of dementors.
"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.
"Act as planned!"
Albert took the box from Moody and placed it directly on the damp and dirty floor. He stretched out his hand and knocked on it lightly. The lid of the box opened automatically and a door as tall as a person appeared in front of everyone. Albert
Let others rescue the prisoners who were knocked unconscious by Kingsley's group who went ahead, and transfer them all to the box.
Dobby the house elf will be there to help move these unfortunates to an open area.
"There are a large number of dementors up there, and we need help."
Kingsley'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 Kingsley.
"Can your box hold so many people?"
Moody, who was on alert, suddenly asked. He found that there were more unlucky people imprisoned in Azkaban than expected.
If they hadn't come, it probably wouldn't take long before at least half of the unlucky people at the bottom would die in prison.
"I hope Hogsmeade can buy us a little more time." Albert did not answer, but turned his head and asked Moody: "What's the situation with the dementors now."
"They still refuse to give up. They are pouring into the prison from the entrance upstairs. Kingsley and the others are having a hard fight. I think you may need to go up and help." The dementors were going crazy beyond Moody's expectations.
The spirit monster will not confront the patron saint 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. By then, the situation on the first floor with fewer manpower would become even worse.
This is actually normal. This is the home of the Dementors after all. And as the damn jailers of the prison, they are the strongest line of defense in Azkaban Prison, even more trustworthy than the Aurors.
If the people brought by Albert weren't all good at using the Patronus Charm, they would have become dementors' food when they broke into the island.
"How do the dementors in Azkaban contact the wizards?" Albert asked again. He had already asked a similar question before coming to Azkaban.
According to Kingsley, Dementors had no way of contacting the Ministry of Magic urgently. If a Dementor was sent from Azkaban to the Ministry of Magic to inform the Ministry of Magic, it would take at least several hours.
However, accidents can happen in everything.
Albert had a hunch that the dementors might have a faster way to contact the Ministry of Magic, such as using the Floo Network or a portkey.
Although he didn't know whether those monsters could use that thing, the sense of urgency in his heart did not disappear. They must complete the prison break 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 knocked unconscious by the curse and said, "Besides, some people are already dying. I don't know if they can still be saved."
"Don't worry about these problems, we are just responsible for clearing out Azkaban and letting others move faster!"
Although things went more smoothly than Albert expected, he was still dissatisfied with the current progress.
Based on this efficiency, we cannot evacuate Azkaban within the scheduled time.
This is not good news, and if you stay for one more minute, you will be exposed to multiple risks.
To be honest, although they had prepared for the worst, Albert did not want to encounter such a predicament.
"Don't worry, the situation is not as bad as you think!"
Moody noticed how frequently Albert looked at his watch, and comforted hoarsely: "The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic has always been very low, and the efficiency of those Death Eaters is definitely worse than you think. I doubt that even if we wait until
The prisoners in Azkaban just left, and they may not be aware of what happened in Azkaban. When Black escaped from prison, it took a few hours for the Ministry of Magic to react."
It took them a full fifteen minutes to clear the first floor. A total of forty-three people were imprisoned on the first floor, and several of them died in the cells before they could rescue them.
When they got to the second floor, the group of enraged dementors were finally contained. Albert's patron saint made these dark creatures instinctively fearful. They rushed out of the fortress crazily as if their bodies were on fire, causing the shaky defense line to collapse.
Also stabilized again.
"Take the third option." Albert reminded.
In this case, layered rescue obviously cannot improve efficiency. Since he is forced to spend a lot of energy on fighting the dementors, it is better to leave the job of driving away the dementors to Albert and let others focus on it.
save people
After the team reunited, their efficiency 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 are imprisoned.
There were even fewer people on the third floor of Azkaban. The prisoners in the iron-barred compartments were agitated, probably because they didn't expect anyone to save them. However, their enthusiasm made everyone who had just arrived on the third floor feel irritated.
"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 stir up trouble.
"Don't worry about him, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he will be a disaster anyway."
Albert just glanced at them and saw through each other's thoughts, his voice was so cold that it made people shiver.
People who originally wanted to say something shut up, for fear that they would also become the ones who were given up.
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 hard.
"What a shame."
"Why bother."
"Legilimency."
Noticing the expression Moody gave him, Albert calmly explained, "Since you have bad intentions, what are you doing to save them? Are you going to cause trouble for yourself?"
Albert will never allow pig teammates to appear in the team.
By the time they reached the fifth floor, which was the topmost floor, something would have happened if nothing else. The enemy was coming.
The Ministry of Magic's response was faster than Albert expected!
They seem to be using some faster way to communicate with Azkaban.
In fact, if they could complete the rescue within half an hour, the Ministry of Magic would definitely not be able to respond. Unfortunately, things always tend to be beyond people's control.
"Robards, you should pretend you don't know about this, rather than take a dip in this muddy water." Moody raised his wand and pointed at his former colleague.
"Sorry, they threatened us with our families." Gadwin said helplessly.
"You asked for it." Kingsley sneered, "If you hadn't betrayed Scrimgeour, how could that shelter have been easily breached by Death Eaters? Don't forget where Anderson is the secret keeper."
When Scrimgeour was mentioned, all the Aurors were silent. The minister did fight against Voldemort to protect them, but their betrayal and surrender to the enemy the next day was indeed disgraceful.
The members of the Defense Association, who had been extremely frustrated by the group of dementors, did not want to listen to their nonsense here, so they cleverly seized the opportunity and took the lead in launching a sneak attack.
The Auror was caught off guard and half of them fell down in the blink of an eye. The remaining people were already pointed at by wands and were finally directly disarmed and controlled.
In less than a minute from the incident to the end, the Aurors who arrived became prisoners.
"Perhaps Azkaban would be more suitable for traitors like you."
After Fred took away their wands, he led others to throw them into the prison next to them.
"Wait, you can't do this..."
Delis, who had come back to his senses, held the iron fence with both hands, looked at the footsteps gradually receding, and roared angrily.
However, no one ever responded to them.
"It's good that they didn't kill us." Gadwin said with a wry smile, "Maybe we were wrong from the beginning."
"I should have pretended not to know if I had known earlier."
Most people behind bars regret living in such muddy waters.
"We have no other choice. After killing so many Death Eaters, even if Scrimgeour dies, they will not let us and our families go easily." Savage sneered. They chose to be loyal to the Ministry of Magic rather than like Scrimgeour.
As Jay thought, there was a reason why he became Harry's backbone against the mysterious man.
"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 sound of Apparition. How on earth did they do it?" The Aurors all heard the crackling sound in the corridor.
Apparition is prohibited in Azkaban, but house elves are not affected by wizard magic, a fact that most arrogant wizards apparently ignore.