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Chapter 168 Release from Prison
'hiss…'

As he stepped deeper into Azkaban, Andrew felt something slowly draining away from his body.

"Usually when someone from the Ministry comes, the Dementors outside will go to the other side to avoid too serious an impact, but there is no way to do that inside - after all, there are defense requirements."

The Auror who led the way introduced it this way.

In fact, there was no need for his introduction - Andrew easily saw the Dementors - their entire... their entire existence looked like a piece of tattered gray cloth hanging in the air.

The first time he saw it, Andrew felt as if he had been drenched from head to toe by the late autumn lake water. It revealed a small piece of dry and disgusting arm-like existence, as if it had been coated with some ointment. Just looking at it, you could feel that the smell must be despairing.

'How to deal with it?'

This thought popped into Andrew's mind almost instantly - why did this uncomfortable existence exist?

Almost all the things he could do with Transfiguration came to his mind, but it was of no use - it was floating in the air, and the disgusting smell clearly told Andrew that most Transfiguration spells were just a gust of powerless wind in front of it...

"This way, Mr. Taylor..."

Just as Andrew was thinking quickly, the assistant minister pulled him calmly and said, "We have to hurry up. This is not a good place."

"Okay, I'm just curious..."

Andrew quickly suppressed his unnecessary thoughts - Dementors were the Ministry of Magic's top non-staff fighters, and if he didn't want to cause embarrassment, it would be better not to speak out his thoughts.

The leading striker quickly led them around to the central area, and in front of a cell door that did not look very sturdy, he finally saw the ultimate target of this trip - Sirius Black.

It is worth mentioning that there is a cell nearby that is occupied by Dementors. They obviously regard this place as their own nest.

"here we go again?"

In the innermost cell, a man with messy hair and beard stood up and greeted them calmly - this was very unusual. After Andrew stepped into the inner layer, he only saw lunatics and dementors, but this Black, who was previously known as the first Death Eater, was not affected at all...

If Andrew had not personally participated in the interrogation, he would have supported Barty Crouch's point of view...

"Yes, but this time we come with good news..."

The assistant minister next to Andrew stood up and said, "Our people discovered that there was something else behind the original case, and they caught the fugitive prisoner Peter Pettigrew..."

"If there is no secret, I should be in Azkaban..."

When the name Peter Pettigrew appeared, Andrew saw him go from calm to crazy - the flimsy cell door grew extremely sharp spikes the moment it was touched, but Blake seemed to feel nothing.

"Where is he? He's still alive? How dare he be alive?"

Pettigrew, who was originally being escorted at the end of the team, curled up almost instantly - he had been tossed around so much that he had no strength left and now even had a tendency to break free from the striker, but he was immediately held back by the striker like a dead dog.

"Damn... these arms and legs don't look like the original ones..."

Andrew was startled and suddenly discovered the secret in the torn clothes. The pressure brought by Black was almost swept away... Even in Azkaban, he instantly became energetic.

"I'm afraid not. We understand your feelings, Mr. Black," the assistant minister said as if he hadn't noticed anything, "but he has to die of old age in Azkaban before you can leave legally."

"No need to leave, just put him in, that's enough, really, nothing else, just put him in."

Black's voice trembled a little, but no one would doubt his determination - as long as Peter was let in, he could stay happily in Azkaban until he died.

"That won't do, Mr. Black. The Ministry will compensate you for the suffering you endured in Azkaban, but it definitely does not include harming another wizard."

"Give him to me!"

The prison door was rattling as the bloody hands shook it. Obviously, communication had failed.

"You come?"

Andrew heard the whispered instructions.

A thousand Galleons is really a lot of requirements...

Andrew rolled his eyes silently in his heart, took two steps forward, and lowered his voice after making sure he would not be attacked. "You have to leave, Mr. Black. Harry Potter, son of James Potter, is waiting for you."

"James...James' son..."

Sirius's tempers began to ease, he muttered quietly, then regained his composure.

"How is he doing?"

"I just had a car accident a few days ago, but luckily no one is hurt."

"What? Take me to see him!"

???

Is it so effective?
No...if you put it on those guys...you're afraid they'll ask you if you don't want Harry...or something.

Andrew nodded behind him, stepped forward, opened the door with his wand, and Black, who was still wounded, came out and rushed towards Pettigrew, but was knocked unconscious by a stunning spell cast by Huffman who was prepared.

"The professor told me to knock him out if I see him and take him back."

Huffman raised his eyebrows, looking very pleased with himself.

He grew up listening to the stories about the Death Eater Sirius Black. It was a good sign that he had successfully taken one down before the adventure even began.

"It's... easier."

The Auror from Gryffindor nodded - Hogwarts needed the person, and it was them who caused the fainting, which was perfect, so there would be no need to argue about it later.

"Let's go, I don't plan on eating here."

-

The return trip was smooth.

They took the boat back to shore, wrote letters to the school, then drove to Hogsmeade, and finally a carriage took them back to school.

Everything was fine except that it was past lunch time.

Fortunately, after getting off the car, they saw Professor McGonagall and Percy who was guarding there.

"Everything is safe...very good, Taylor, Huffman." The professor observed them first, then began to thank the Auror and the striker.

"I've always been reliable in school, Professor - can we have a meal? The food in the department is... terrible."

"Of course. Taylor, take Blake to the school hospital and let him lie down. Huffman, tell the kitchen to add more food. Weasley, take them to eat."

The professor quickly took the minister's assistant away to deal with the final handover documents, and Andrew fell into silence as he looked at Sirius who had fainted there.

Take it to the hospital alone?
He shook his head and pulled out his wand and the rope he had brought with him, and a long, strong bandage quickly covered Black's body and part of his face.

Then, Andrew closed his eyes and cast the levitation spell...

-

Perhaps Dumbledore had arranged everything in advance, so there was no trouble in sending Black to the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey had expertly shaved off all his hair and beard (which was full of fleas and lice and had to grow back), and with Andrew's help, had magically cleaned him up and put him in a new set of hospital gowns.

"Such a skillful clean-up, such a flexible levitation spell..."

Andrew was full of admiration after discovering everything in less than ten minutes, and watched with his own eyes as Madam Pomfrey gave him half a portion of water of life and death and three different nutrient solutions (he needed a good sleep to restore his strength).

'You must not offend Madam Pomfrey.'

Andrew warned himself and left quickly - it was none of his business what Dumbledore arranged. He was in urgent need of a perfect lunch, and it would be even better if there was ice cream!
He ran happily towards the auditorium, enjoyed his meal, and was given a generous portion of ice cream.

But it was not until the end of the meal, when he was no longer thinking about food, that he realized something.

The first class in the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And he was already late for most of the class.

'I even forgot to ask for leave... I hope they make it up for me...'

Andrew, who was not afraid of boiling water, simply closed his eyes and chose to continue on duty - to go back after half a class and announce that he was late because he was helping Professor McGonagall?
God, Professor Lockhart’s boastful personality, who knows what he will say…——

"Black is not awake, but Albus has checked it out. He will have arrangements tonight. In addition, the handover has been completed. Good job this time, Taylor."

"I just went there. It was Azkaban..." Andrew shook his head. "It's really not a place for human beings to stay."

"Dementors..."

The professor nodded, which was rare. "Yes, it is true. Dementors can hardly coexist with normal people."

"Yeah, looking at them makes me feel like I can't cast a spell, like I've encountered a hedgehog, I don't know where to start."

"That's true. They are immune to most magical damage and are the collection of all negative emotions. Even in the black magic, they are extremely advanced."

"Is there no way to deal with them?"

"The Patronus Charm, the simplest and most effective spell - an advanced spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts. It can summon a patronus that Dementors cannot harm, thus driving them away."

"No," Andrew shook his head, "not that, I meant Transfiguration, Professor."

The Patronus Charm does not belong to the Transfiguration system at all.

He didn't believe that the entire system of Transfiguration was incapable of dealing with Dementors.

"It's difficult, Taylor, this is not an area you can get involved in right now..."

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, but ultimately avoided the answer. "The relevant principles are too far away for you, and are not even part of the knowledge that students study in school."

"Not now? That's great, Professor."

Andrew's heart, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly relaxed.

As long as it's possible - it's just a more difficult problem, then there's hope.

It would be really despairing if no one could hurt it except the guardian.

-

"Look at today's evening paper!"

As night fell, The Evening Prophet began to be delivered by owls frantically.

"Ah, the speeding suspect has been arrested!"

"The fugitive was caught many years ago!"

"Sirius Black was acquitted? Merlin's beard!"

The thick newspaper was passed around among the students, and the news spread everywhere. The story about Mr. Weasley sacrificing his own relatives for the sake of justice was widely circulated throughout Hogwarts.

"Forehead…"

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Dad is really here to arrest me?"

"I don't think I saw it. Are we too scared to see it wrong?"

"But I remember it was Snape who did it - and then he became ill until now."

Harry looked at the empty seat in the professor's chair with a hint of gloating.

Ron was actually controlled in the speeding incident, and he didn't even realize that the guilt brought about by this incident was washed away by gloating.

But the remaining joy quickly dissipated.

As he began to flip through the rest of the newspaper, he found a small section inside the newspaper with a story that was highly relevant to the car-racing incident.

The crime that the arrested criminal committed in the past was dug up by reporters, and every word of the news pierced his heart...

"Is it this bastard who deceived my father?"

'How could he...'

……

"Harry!"

Harry, who was immersed in sorrow, was suddenly awakened and found that the person coming was Percy.

"Come with me, Harry."

"What is it, Percy? This has nothing to do with Harry."

Ron said hastily.

"It has nothing to do with that. There is something else."

Percy shook his head, "Let's go, Ron... Never mind, Ron you can follow along."

It was only then that Harry noticed that Ron's expression was also painful.

-

"You guys are here?"

When Harry was taken to the hospital wing, he saw Dumbledore and a man lying on a bed.

"Ah."

Harry didn't know what to say. Even when Dumbledore showed up and showed concern, he was still sad.

"Wait a moment... I've slept for the whole afternoon, so I should feel better."

He gently nodded at the man on the bed - only then did Harry realize that the man was a person with only eyebrows left.

"I am going to kill you!!!"

A shrill but firm cry, and an extremely resolute action.

"Here's... here's... ah, James! You bastard!"

The originally firm voice became mixed with sadness and joy, but soon it was also mixed with doubt.

"Why is Dumbledore here...and who is this red-haired guy?
"Where's that little bastard! Wait...where is this..."

"Hogwarts."

Dumbledore added cheerfully.

"Hogwarts? Yes, Hogwarts. Oh, you're not James, you're Harry."

He tried to stand up, but was stopped by several strong bandages.

Harry didn't know why, but he reached out his hand and tried to help him, but unfortunately, he couldn't move.

The two of them looked at each other, then started laughing.

Harry then realized that Dumbledore had left without knowing when, and Ron looked at the two of them grinning in panic.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"No, I'm just... a little happy."

Harry didn't know how to describe the emotion - a true friend of his father's, but even more than that.

"Come closer, Harry, come closer, we have much to talk about, much, much of that kind... and you too, come here, Harry's friend."

(End of this chapter)