I was expelled from Hogwarts?

July,

North Sea.

The summer storm hits swiftly, with violent wind and showers, engulfing the sea water, and wave after wave, raging on the vast sea.

In the storm clouds, two black carriages pierced the sky and flew towards the center of the North Sea. They swayed in the strong wind, like small boats floating in the sea.

In the compartment, the blond boy who was reading the Daily Prophet felt a little uncomfortable from the bumps, so he had no choice but to put away the newspaper and look out through the glass.

Thick gray clouds hung low over the sea, and it was clearly in the morning, but the sky was as dark as night.

The spider web-like lightning split the sky and danced on the sea surface, dazzlingly bright, Rove could see the small island not far away through the dazzling light.

On the island stands a triangular fortress, made of black rock, which looks eerie and haunted.

It is not only the lair of dementors, but also a prison for wizards, named... Azkaban!

Thestrals slowly descended from the sky, and the wheels of the carriage skimmed the water surface, causing huge splashes, and finally landed on a large reef protruding from the water surface.

Rove jumped out of the car and stared at this advanced advanced training class that only a few wizards are qualified to enter:

Its outer wall is a full 100 meters high. There are neither windows nor holes on it. The inlays between the huge stones are exquisite, and they are round and integrated everywhere.

Soon, another wizard stepped out of the car. He was short and fat, wearing a pinstriped robe, a long black cloak, and a head of glossy gray hair.

Oh, Merlin. Fudge stepped on the solid ground with both feet, and the discomfort of motion sickness finally subsided a little.

It's bad weather, isn't it, Rove?

Yes, Mr. Fudge. Rove turned his head and smiled:

I'm sorry to trouble you, but you still have to come to Azkaban with me in this kind of weather. In fact, I can just follow the Auror.

You have a problem with the leader of the dementors. I'm worried about letting you come alone.

Fudge held up an umbrella and covered it in front of Rove, only to suddenly realize that there was not even a single drop of rain falling on the boy's head.

Rove smiled apologetically, Thank you very much.

It's not all for you. Fudge glanced around and said in a low voice:

Azkaban lost two dementors. I am here today to find the leader of the dementors and ask about it.

Huh? Rove whispered in surprise, Azkaban lost two dementors?

He wasn't acting, but he was genuinely shocked. After all, Shirley and Hermione had already caught one dementor, so how could two of them be missing?

Rove had also captured a dementor before as a teaching tool for Sirius to teach the Patronus Charm, but it had already been returned to the Ministry of Magic.

A dementor was guarding the secret passage leading to Hogwarts from Honeydukes, but it suddenly disappeared. I suspect that it may have entered Hogwarts.

Fudge sighed heavily, and said with a worried face: There is also a Dementor, which was lost near Hogsmeade.

Rove thought about it carefully, and this matter should have nothing to do with him.

At this moment, another carriage came down, and three Aurors escorted a wizard out.

Rove looked at the prisoner with a broad and rough face, and asked curiously, Minister Fudge, why did he commit a crime?

Illegally raising rare magical creatures. Fudge glanced at the box in the boy's hand, and whispered:

In this guy's yard, we found a half-sized Welsh green dragon, a piggie, and two poison leopards...he's going to be imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

... With just such a small amount, is he imprisoned for life? !

Rove clenched his black box tightly, and he said with a righteous face: This kind of thief should really be arrested.

Let's go, let's go to Azkaban first.

Fudge walked forward, and Rove followed suit, along a rocky road, through a stone gate, and into the prison.

The entrance is a wide hall, but it gives people a dark and damp feeling, and the air is filled with a strange smell that Rove can't say well.

But he soon understood what kind of breath it was.

I saw a group of creatures appearing in the corridor. They were about three meters tall, wearing black hooded cloaks, and their bodies were gray. They looked like rotting corpses.

They slithered across the ground, gray, gaunt and scabbed hands sticking out of their cloaks, dragging corpses of wizards behind them.

Rove held his breath and his face was solemn. It turned out that it was the smell of death.

Go through a winding staircase and come to the first prison, where wizards with very light crimes are imprisoned.

Rove...you were arrested too?!

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Rove's ears. The boy turned his head and saw a short, fat man with a beard and a tattered coat looking at him.

It's me, you don't recognize me? The short fat man brushed up his long and messy ginger hair, revealing his swollen and bloodshot old face.

After carefully identifying it for a while, Rove said in surprise, Mundungus Fletcher, why are you here?

On Christmas the year before last, Rove took the Orient Express to Albania and met Mundungus on the way.

At that time, he followed the Weasley family and was going to the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary.

I haven't seen you for two years, I didn't expect to meet again and it will be Azkaban!

Rove, is this an acquaintance of yours? Fudge came over, with his arm on the boy's shoulder, staring at Mundungus, disgusted:

Oh, this guy... I remember it was the seeds of smuggled poisonous tentacles, which are Class C prohibited trade items.

This is pure slander! Mundungus blushed and argued, Mr. Minister, I picked it up. I thought no one wanted it. I didn't smuggle it.

You can pick up a sack of poisonous tentacle seeds, right? Fudge snorted coldly and said:

Stay honest, you will be out in two weeks.

Rove shrugged helplessly at Mundungus and continued walking forward.

Rove, I'm going to talk to the leader of the dementors. Fudge pointed to the tall, dark-skinned wizard beside him, and whispered:

Kingsley is going to escort the prisoner to the cell, and I will take you to the bottom. After seeing the lake, come back quickly... Do you understand?

Rove hummed, bid farewell to Fudge, followed Kingsley Shacklebolt, and walked down the stairs.

Akazban detains prisoners according to their crimes. Prisoners like Mundungus who are only held for a few months are on the first floor.

The further down, the heavier the guilt.

Like the lowest level of criminals, they are all imprisoned for life... The kind that Avada Kedavra tortured for ten minutes is too light!

Kingsley led the prisoner to the bottom floor, pushed him through a low door, and entered a long and dark corridor.

Finally, he stopped in an empty room and led the prisoner in.

Rove stood not far away, quietly waiting for Kingsley to come out, and then looked at the lake where the dementor was born.

At this time, in the opposite cell, a woman stood up staggeringly, her face pressed against the iron fence, and said in a hoarse voice:

Hey, boy!

When Rove heard the movement, he turned his head and saw a dirty witch:

She has thick lips, thick eyelids and thick long eyelashes. She is very thin, with a layer of skin wrapped around her bone frame. On her haggard face, there are two crazy black eyes staring.

It can be vaguely seen that she used to be beautiful, but after a long period of torture, her face has become haggard and haggard.

You called me? Rove pointed to himself.

Yes. The woman's lips twisted and she smirked, but her eyes were as cold as stone.

Son, come here... I asked you something, and you answered me... Auntie will give you a reward!

My grandfather said that you can't talk to strangers casually. Rove opened a pair of innocent big eyes, showing fear, and said weakly:

Big sister, what's your name, please?

My name is Bellatrix... The woman seemed to see the little white rabbit, her twisted lips showed scorched teeth, and said:

Didn't your grandpa tell you to be helpful? My child Come here quickly, and I'll ask you some questions. It won't hurt you.

Okay, big sister. Rove showed a harmless smile and walked towards the woman.

When there was still a step away, Bellatrix suddenly reached out and grabbed Rove's clothes.

But the boy backed away abruptly, and said with a smile, It's almost there, big sister.

You boy...

Bellatrix's eyes widened suddenly.

Rove stepped forward and grabbed Bellatrix's neck.

Bellatrix Lestrange... isn't it? The young man nodded gracefully and said with a smile:

My regards to you...for Tom Riddle.

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