A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 842 Tom asked me to pass on a message to you

The torrential rain pounded against the black Thestral carriage.

There were only three wizards on the carriage, one man and two women.

Tonks opened the window, and the rain slanted down, instantly soaking her robe.

She tapped her clothes with her wand, and steam immediately rose from her body.

Before his clothes were even dry, Tonks reached out and caught the raindrops dripping from the eaves of the car.

The rain that started as soon as Azkaban came down without stopping, as if it wouldn't stop until it drowned the fish.

This wasn't her first time in Azkaban since becoming an Auror.

It was the first time she had escorted prisoners into this infamous prison alone.

However, based solely on what this "prisoner" has done, it would certainly not be a miscarriage of justice to imprison him for ten or eight years!

The prisoner showed no remorse whatsoever, holding a book and resting his head on the girl's lap next to him.

Hermione sat cross-legged and gently massaged William's shoulders.

Is he going to jail?

Are they perhaps going to Azkaban to celebrate Christmas?!

William glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Tang Ke staring at him blankly.

She was soaked to the bone, her robe clinging tightly to her body.

But there was no hint of wetness or allure, because her expression was more like that of a mother rabbit ready to bite.

William knew why Tonks was angry, but instead of explaining, he changed the subject and laughed:

"This is my first time in jail, and I'm inexplicably a little excited."

"Actually, I've always had a wish that when the Sorting Hat sorts me into Azkaban."

Now that we've achieved half of it, aren't we about to enter Azkaban?

Therefore, everyone must have dreams. Otherwise, what's the difference between you and sweet and sour fish?

Tonks couldn't help but roll his eyes and said irritably, "Then you'd better pray that Merlin doesn't give you a passionate kiss in the middle of the night."

Raindrops streamed through the window, falling on William. His hair was slightly damp. He blinked and said:

"Don't worry, the less you know about this, the better. I won't hurt you."

Tonks snorted in dissatisfaction.

Her thoughts drifted, and she recalled the events of the day.

On the eve of Christmas, instead of having dinner at school, William and Hermione suddenly approached her and said they were going on a one-night trip to Azkaban.

This really scared Tonks.

What's wrong?

Are you two, a young couple, no longer satisfied with big cities for your Christmas vacation? Are you planning to enjoy a prison-style double room?

The mood and the excitement were definitely there.

But no,

That's a bit much, isn't it?

Do you think Azkaban is your private property?

William didn't explain why, which infuriated Tonks, but as a friend, he had to continue helping.

At worst, I'll just give up the Auror position!

William couldn't let her lose her position, after all, she was his top spy, and all the resources he had invested over the years couldn't be wasted.

He had come prepared, and took out a bottle of compound decoction, which he handed over.

Tonks took it and asked warily, "Whose hair is in here?"

"That old toad Umbridge," William said calmly, "even if something goes wrong, she'll take the blame for you."

Tonks couldn't help but gape.

She suddenly remembered something:

Two years ago, Sirius Black escaped from prison. When he was captured, he was monitored by Dexter.

Delixis ultimately claimed that Fudge let Sirius go, but Fudge was with the others at the time.

Now that I think about it... could William have also had Fudge's hair and deliberately turned into him?

Good heavens... It seems I was being too conservative in predicting a ten- or eight-year prison sentence!

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A black triangular building slowly came into view, and a carriage cut through the sky, gradually approaching the island.

The winds and waves were strongest around Azkaban when a massive iron chain suddenly ripped through the sea and slammed into the rocks of the island, sending sparks flying.

With the help of the iron chains, the carriage finally landed safely.

Tonks transformed into Umbridge and climbed out of the carriage, while Hermione drank Polyjuice Potion, transformed into a new face, and jumped down.

Finally, a wizard in his twenties stepped out of the carriage, secured by a row of padlocks.

The three men followed a rock-paved path into Azkaban prison.

Before long, a group of Dementors appeared in front of the three. They were about three meters tall, wearing black hooded cloaks, and their bodies were gray, looking like rotting corpses.

They glided across the ground, their hands, which shone faintly from their cloaks, gray, thin, and scabbed, trailing behind a pile of shriveled wizard corpses.

The Dementors suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked at the prisoner in the middle.

New stock has arrived!!

The Dementor became agitated and took a deep breath of the "sweet air".

"This is the prisoner we just caught. He offended Minister Fudge and is going to be locked up in the top-floor cell." Umbridge handed over a document.

The Dementor leader was somewhat nervous.

Why did the Ministry of Magic suddenly send Deputy Minister Umbridge and an Auror to Azkaban at this time?

Has the plan been exposed?!

Fortunately, Deputy Minister Umbridge seems to dislike Azkaban.

After handing over the prisoners, he left with the Aurors.

Led by several Dementors, the prisoner was escorted upstairs and eventually locked in a cell.

They originally wanted to take a sniff and have a snack during their break from work.

But the prisoners who were originally radiating happiness suddenly became like walking corpses, their bodies entangled only with sorrow.

The Dementors shrugged; though they couldn't see, they could sense the presence.

Upon seeing that it wasn't a "plump" item, they left dejectedly, complaining that the Ministry of Magic had terrible eyesight.

They found this two-legged crow that has absolutely no emotions!

Late at night,

A gaunt woman lay on a wooden board, her eyes filled with death.

On the wall, there were scratches with the name of the Dark Lord written on them.

The entire wall is covered with names, written over a period of fourteen years.

It was this belief that kept her going; otherwise, with the Dementors absorbing her happy memories every day, she would have gone mad long ago.

Splash!

The door was opened.

Is it another Dementor?

Bellatrix's eyes remained completely still.

Strangely, the Dementors haven't been coming to absorb her lately... She thought she had become nothing but dregs and was no longer worth absorbing.

I didn't expect them to come again?

wrong!

Dementors can only glide, so how could they make footsteps?

Bellatrix looked up sharply and, in the flash of lightning outside the window, saw a young wizard of about sixteen or seventeen standing in the middle of the cell.

Bellatrix was momentarily dazed, as if she had returned to her teenage years and was seeing the Dark Lord's photos from his youth for the first time.

The other party was not the Dark Lord, but was just as handsome and extraordinary, with an outstanding presence.

Bellatrix snorted, scratched her crotch without any class, and cracked her teeth.

She has been without a fellow inmate in this cell for a long time.

This time, the Dementors sent over a handsome young wizard.

Bellatrix stuck out her tongue and licked her chapped lips with her blackened tongue.

She didn't have much strength and was probably no match for the young wizard.

However, with my experience, I can lure the other party over and then bite them off the neck...

In any case, no wizard who enters here can have a wand... The Aurors have already detained them.

Bellatrix spoke as gently as possible, like a patient hunter: "Why were you brought in?"

The young wizard seemed startled, only then noticing that there was another wizard on the bed.

"I called Fudge a good-for-nothing minister, and that's why the Aurors arrested me."

The young wizard's voice was also very pleasant... Bellatrix decided that when she tasted it later, she would start with the lower half.

That way... I can keep listening to him howl.

Wait a minute... Bellatrix was stunned. Calling the minister an incompetent would get him arrested and sent to Azkaban?

Dark Lord... What kind of world is this?!

"What's your name? Which wizarding family do you come from?" Bellatrix asked again.

Such an extraordinary wizard could not possibly be from the Mudblood race!

"Child, come closer to me, my hearing isn't good."

The young wizard continued walking unsuspectingly, and Bellatrix sneered inwardly, thinking, "What a fledgling."

At her age, she had already killed several Mudbloods who dared to even glance at her!

Yes, that's it, a little closer...

Bellatrix thought to herself.

She stood up abruptly, ready to pounce.

"My name is William Stark... Have you heard of me?" the handsome young man asked in a low voice.

William Stark?

That name sounds familiar?

It seems that when Tywin was imprisoned, he mentioned this name while chatting with her in the cell across the hall...

Without thinking twice, Bellatrix pounced on her.

But for a moment, her hair stood on end, because,

He was nailed to the wooden board and unable to move.

"How do you have a wand...?" Bellatrix roared. "Why wasn't it taken by the Aurors...?"

William walked over quietly, sat down next to Bellatrix, and said with a smile:

"Bellatrix, my best friend Tom, asked me to pass on a message to you."

A faint rumble of thunder, a gloomy sky—I long for death to come, so that you may remain here…

Voldemort sent me to send you to meet... Death.

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