Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 188 Azkaban
At the same time, in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic, a man with thick long tea-brown hair and a resolute and serious face stood up, stretched out his hand and tightly held Charlie Black's hand in front of him.He was Rufus Scrimgeour, now head of the Auror Office.

Feel the rough texture of the opponent's hands covered with calluses, the full strength from the joints, and the sharpness of the gaze like a falcon.

Charlie could almost instantly confirm in his mind that the Auror office director in front of him at the moment, like Mad-Eye Moody, had actually been on the battlefield and killed Death Eaters in brutal wars A fighter like Umbridge, not a clown who relies on flattery and scheming to get ahead like Umbridge.

"Greetings, Director Rufus Scrimgeour."

Although he was constantly thinking about it, on the surface, Charlie still had the iconic calm smile, and his eyes met the other party impartially, meeting his gaze.

After Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, the originally serious expression on his face finally changed, and it gradually softened a bit.

He nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Hello, Mr. Charlie Black...I really didn't expect that we would meet again after more than ten years."

As soon as these words came out, Charlie's eyes were a little surprised.He raised his eyebrows, and then fell into a brief thought.

After thinking about it, a slightly apologetic expression appeared on Charlie's face, and he slowly shook his head.

"I'm really sorry, Director Scrimgeour... It's been too long, I probably forgot. Could you give me some hints?"

Scrimgeour let go of Charlie's hand, not angry or humiliated.He just said with a noncommittal jaw

"Of course...it's normal if you don't remember it, because at that time I was just an ordinary Auror who couldn't be more ordinary. Just like my colleagues around me, I was active in the war against the Death Eaters , bloody fight.

But you can already stand at the highest point, overlooking the entire battlefield with an absolute attitude. "

"As I recall, it was probably the penultimate battle since You-Know-Who was wiped out. I had just killed a mad Death Eater, panting while hiding behind a broken stone wall , while recovering his strength and waiting for the next opportunity to make a move.

The result was that time... Just as I was about to stand up and attack, a loud noise like thunder caught my attention.I froze for a moment, turned my head to look, and finally saw you—”

Scrimgeour paused as he spoke.Then he raised his hand and patted Charlie on the shoulder lightly.

At this moment, most of the sharpness in his eyes faded away, and turned into reminiscence... In his tone, surprise emerged at the same time, as if what he saw before his eyes was reappearing at this moment.

"I bet it was the first time I saw such a luxurious magic - a huge beam of bright red light soared into the sky, spread out at the highest point, turned into streams of light, and accurately aimed at every death eater. Just shoot away.

It's beautiful...but also surprisingly dangerous.In just a few seconds, those Death Eaters who were still confronting us just now fell to the ground and passed out in a blink of an eye. "

Scrimgeour let out a deep breath, his expression filled with the shock when he saw this scene for the first time.

"Originally, I didn't believe in so-called geniuses... It wasn't until I saw that scene that I realized that this world is really unfair to everyone..."

From the beginning to the end, Charlie didn't speak, just laughed, smiled and listened quietly to what happened to Scrimgeour.

As he was talking, Scrimgeour couldn't continue, and he also started laughing.

In this way, amidst the smiles, the two of them seemed to have reached a kind of silent understanding, and at the same time ended the topic, and started chatting about business, as if nothing had happened.

"Minister Fudge has given me instructions. Because the people you are going to visit this time are all serious criminals detained in Azkaban, I will accompany you there, and I must be present when you meet. To every word you say . . . will you accept it, Mr. Black?"

"Of course!"

Without hesitation, Charlie nodded happily and agreed.

"After all my worthless cousin and sister have committed such a heinous crime, it would be kind enough for Minister Fudge to allow me to meet before Christmas. What more could I ask for?"

After all, he made a special expression of gratitude, raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

Hearing this, Stejlin also nodded slightly, then took a document from the desk, and while confirming the details written on it, sighed casually
"I guess you must have been in a very painful mood at that time...you are obviously the sworn enemy of the mysterious man...but your relatives chose to become his lackeys.

Especially that Sirius Black... I am still ashamed of what he did. "

These words seemed to speak to Charlie's heart, and even if he was moved, he looked at Scrimgeour as if he saw a confidant.Without hesitation, he immediately nodded in agreement.
"Yes, I thought so too!"

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Soon, the two set off, crossing mountains and oceans through a special portkey. After a very uncomfortable shuttle, Charlie and Scrimgeour came to a former post on a small island in the middle of the North Sea. .

This is the first checkpoint to enter Azkaban. Usually there are not many people. Only a few Aurors will guard here through shifts. Zkaban, or to accompany the people who came to visit the prison, so as not to be attacked by dementors.

Since Charlie came with Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, there were not many twists and turns.After checking his belongings and wand, he hurriedly let the two of them go. It didn't take 5 minutes in total.

"Mr. Black, shall we go?"

Scrimgeour looked normal, looked at Charlie who had put his wand back into his coat pocket, and stretched out his hand to lead the way.

"Of course, Director Scrimgeour."

Charlie responded with a smile, and then walked forward with the other party.

The gate of the front post was slowly pushed open—the notorious prison full of countless horror legends finally appeared in front of the two of them with a gust of salty sea breeze.

(End of this chapter)