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Chapter 167 Azkaban
Although Andrew had yet to try out the famous Knight Bus, he had to admit that the Ministry's supposedly superior vehicle was ridiculously fast.

Compared to the slow Hogwarts Express, Andrew could only say that they were not the same kind of transportation.

It almost jumped forward, and Andrew bet that this car had a spell far more advanced than the Traceless Expansion Spell.

He was very happy to observe the traffic conditions - it basically moved along the sidewalk, occasionally passing through the gap between two cars.

And in such a complex change, the internal space has not changed at all...

But what surprised Andrew most was that after driving for a short while, it would make a bang and then jump to another location - it was a completely different scenery.

"Forget it, I can't help it..."

Andrew finally began to ask.

"How does it do that?"

"what?"

Mr. Weasley, who was sitting nearby and also quite interested, asked.

“This is the car. How did it do that?”

"Some things related to alchemy, plus complex Transfiguration techniques and necessary manual maintenance," Mr. Weasley seemed to be quite knowledgeable about this. "Well, actually I don't like their leaping system very much. It's too much like Apparition. You have to record the map in advance before you can move forward."

It didn't look like he could easily see many people interested in this, and Mr. Weasley continued to introduce them before Andrew even responded.

"Also, the energy issue is very crude. It even needs alchemical fuel to operate, which is really expensive. I prefer alchemical life. Although it is more complicated, it can't operate continuously for a long time, and it has a bad temper, but its upper limit is much higher than traditional alchemy."

Don't say any more, Mr. Weasley - the speeder has been suppressed with great difficulty, and now we have to go to Azkaban to get through this...

Andrew just felt tired.

He only knew the basics of alchemy and had temporarily missed out on some very interesting knowledge - although he didn't have the time to study it.

"There we go, Arthur, we'll talk about your car next time!"

The striker driving the car whistled, and Andrew noticed that during their brief chat, the car that Mr. Weasley despised had already sped all the way to the seaside.

Judging from the sky, it was probably not even noon yet. If they didn't finish the job quickly, they would have to eat prison food today - authentic Azkaban food.

The beach is empty, with black muddy sand and overgrown reefs, completely ruining the scenery - there is no doubt that this is a barren beach with no development potential.

"Although the car can travel on the sea, the magic around Azkaban will prevent any non-designated tools from entering!"

The leading striker introduced to Andrew and Huffman with a smile, "Of course, if we don't bring anyone with us, we'd better enter through the only Floo network - across the way is our headquarters, the safest place in the whole of Britain."

While they were talking, the strikers had already hit the rocks to summon two small boats from the sea. Two Aurors and two strikers forced Peter onto one of the boats, while Andrew and the others took the other.

"Let's go!"

The striker in charge of driving the boat shouted, tapped the boat lightly with his wand, and it rushed towards the sea like an arrow.

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"Is this Azkaban?"

Huffman, who was the first to get off the boat, shook his head and looked at the castle on the lonely island in front of him. "It doesn't look like what the legend says..."

"That terrible?"

The striker at the side grinned, "No, it's scarier than any legend. You'd better keep a good mood. Although the Dementor is very obedient, it can still make people uncomfortable."

"A place of despair, Azkaban... a prison from which no one has ever escaped."

Andrew, who was the second to last to get off the boat, sighed, "This is not a happy place."

"It's better for the guards, after all, Dementors won't attack actively, but the prisoners are miserable. Their happiness is the best gift to feed those gray robes." "Guards? Didn't they say that all the guards here are Dementors?"

Huffman asked.

"How is that possible? Let's not even talk about cleaning and changing into prison uniforms. Just eating is not something that those gray robes can accomplish. However, those on duty are usually only responsible for delivering supplies. Cooking and delivering meals are done by minor prisoners. Anyway, they don't dare to run away."

The striker shook his head. "But this kind of place will probably never have anything to do with you. Let's go. We have to hurry. We have already notified them today that we are coming."

But this journey was not pleasant - although the road on the island was very smooth, with every step forward, Andrew felt as if something uncomfortable was stuffed in his chest.

It was expanding, trying to deflate the lungs, stretching out its cold tentacles and wrapping around the neck and forehead, destroying the previous joy, cooling the breath, as if even the breath had lost its temperature...

Peeves is an angel compared to it...

Andrew turned his head and looked at the people present - everyone had a cold face without exception, only the striker who was introduced to them had a slightly softer expression on his face.

But this is just the entrance to Azkaban.

The striker who was in charge of the introduction walked forward quickly and knocked on the door of the makeshift castle with his wand, "Come in, welcome to the hell of the wizarding world..."

There were not even any guards walking around here. A few strikers were playing Thunderbolt Explosion cards in a shabby-looking house at the door. They did not come out until they saw Andrew and his friends coming.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do. We really can't stay in a place like this without some entertainment."

They took the initiative to introduce themselves - even the assistant minister didn't say anything, because Andrew and the others knew what the hell this place was just by standing there.

"Let's do the handover. A particularly serious criminal, Peter Pettigrew, will be put in a deep cell. Incidentally, we will also handle the release procedures for Sirius Black."

The assistant minister pulled out a formal document from his bosom. Andrew glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and saw that there were four seals on it alone.

"Sirius Black?"

The striker who received the message was stunned for a moment, then took the document and carefully checked it.

"Well, there's no doubt... you can get out of jail."

"Come this way, the serious criminals are inside."

"This is where minor criminals are. People who commit theft, smuggling, fraud, assault, and minor violations of confidentiality laws will be here."

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"Didn't they say there was an important person here? Why is there a child here?"

"Shut up, big guy. Did you eat the chocolate frog this morning for nothing? It looks like we're heading to the heavy prison area. Those two over there are obviously Aurors. If you think the sentence is too short, don't take me with you. I'm almost out!"

"Oh!"

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"Goat? You are..."

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Ok?
Andrew heard the sound and looked over, then found a person hiding from him and shrank back...

He was already in a bad mood, and now he felt even worse.

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"Why did you cheat with the inferior Felixir? This place is like hell."

He turned his head, and as if the student was not looking at him, they ignored each other and walked towards the interior of Azkaban.

(End of this chapter)