I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 173 Azkaban - The Federation - Now Only Fear Exists
The little wizards beside them subconsciously wanted to retreat.

And when everyone was raising money, they were thinking about whether they should go to see Madam Pomfrey.Professor Trelawney began to speak again, in a hoarse voice that was very different from her usual voice.

Then a prophecy was made, a true prophecy.

"Dark riots, the resurrection of the dead, and life and death are reversed. Dark clouds are about to approach Hogwarts. Just on Christmas, with the help of his servants, the Dark Lord will make a comeback. The bloody conspiracy must pave the way with blood. The people who are confused in the illusion The master will mark his enemies.”

The professor exudes an aura that has never been seen before. It is very terrifying and has the ability to steal people's hearts and souls.

"Corruption and flames can only exist in one!"

----

Professor Trelawney let out a snort as her head dropped to her chest.

Then, all of a sudden, her head popped up again.

"Oh! What happened?" She belched as if in a dream.

"Professor, you seem to have just made a prophecy!" Hannah said with a serious face.

The appearance of Professor Trelawney just now must be the so-called state of wide open celestial eyes!
Owen stood there, dumbfounded, thinking about the prophecy.

First of all—it has nothing to do with him, the whole prophecy is not about him.

well.

Second, it's time for him to go back to sleep!

If you don't go back, you will really have a nightmare!
"Prophecy?" Professor Trelawney was taken aback. She didn't seem to have the memory of entering the Celestial Eye state. "I won't make predictions lightly. You probably rested and are talking nonsense."

While Owen was still dazed, the professor stumbled away and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Looking at the professor's leaving figure, the little wizards present suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in their hearts.

Thank you Harry for preaching that month.

Everyone now knows that Professor Trelawney's prophecies were dire.

Even a wizard would be afraid of such a nagging thing.

A few days later, the prophecy of a dark riot swept across the entire castle almost instantly. Everyone knew that Hogwarts might suffer an unprecedented disaster!
Except for prophecy.

Dumbledore's series of actions are the real reins that tug at the little wizard's heartstrings.

These days, he left the castle several times, and then the school gradually had more people.

Some very famous people.

It was as if he knew the school was going to suffer, so he went ahead and called in helpers.

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"Dumbledore!"

In the messy rooms around, the walls are all made of rough black rock.

The dilapidated floorboards were decayed and smelled of decay.

In front of the old principal was a narrow door, which was closed tightly.

This room was like the Shrieking Shack. No one had been there for a long time, and there was dust everywhere. The floor made a creaking sound when you walked on it.

"The situation is serious?"

The sound of noisy footsteps walking towards him revealed the flustered heart of the visitor.

Headed by a rather old wizard.

He has gray hair, a traditional British face, and a rather tall nose, which makes his facial features look very three-dimensional.

He was wearing a gray suit instead of wizard robes, and he looked very smart.

It was obvious at first glance that he was a senior Auror.

"Theseus." Dumbledore was very surprised that his old friend appeared here. He remembered that he had retired for nearly 30 years!
Although he also fought against Voldemort as a member of the Order of the Phoenix during the dark and turbulent years, at that time, he participated in a personal capacity rather than an Auror.

"I didn't expect you to lead the team, Newt"

"I went to Greece, you know." Theseus Scamander replied very ably and briefly: "The Ministry of Magic has run out of manpower, and Moody's junior has joined the Auror team again. Of course, I can't continue shrinking." In the fields of Dorset."

"I heard that you transferred him away?"

"Moody?" Dumbledore said calmly, "He and his students have gone to Paris."

"Paris?" Theseus's face full of vicissitudes was suddenly slightly touched.Eyelids twitched, recalling some bad memories.

"Important matter?"

"Very important!" The old headmaster nodded.

"Okay! Let's go then. It might be worse inside than you think." As he said that, the group of Aurors behind him made way for a passage, and then in an inadvertent moment, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The greatest White Wizard has finally arrived.

The ends of the Aurors' wands glowed faintly.

Fluorescence swayed in the dark, as if it might go out at any moment.

And they are like walking into the mouth of a monster that chooses people to eat.Heading towards the depths of hell.

This is Azkaban!
Dementors don't need torches or anything like that for light.

Of course, the Ministry of Magic would not be kind enough to prepare such luxuries for the prisoners.

"The captured dark wizard." Dumbledore's blue eyes swept across the empty prisons.

Immediately, he frowned slightly.

More than two months have passed since the mass jailbreak from Azkaban.

Although not many, a considerable number of prisoners were recaptured.

Azkaban shouldn't be this quiet!
"Assimilated." A look of horror flashed in Theseus' eyes. It was really hard to make this World War I hero, an elite wizard who fought against Grindelwald (the First Wizarding War), show such an expression. Imagine what he actually saw.

"This is just our guess!"

"Perhaps they used some method that we don't know about, and everyone escaped again!" Suddenly, a rather ugly smile appeared on the corner of Theseus's lips, "Compared with that group of creatures, I would rather believe that they escaped!"

"On this island, there is only fear now!"

Hearing the sound, Dumbledore's face also became serious.

These days, he hadn't just been to Azkaban.

Naturally, I have seen those monsters too!

But—to be assimilated is still too scary.

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Everyone walked to a spiral staircase.

The stairs stretched all the way down, seeming to lead to the deepest part of the ground, to hell.

It is the deepest part of Azkaban and the most heavily guarded prison.

There will never be peace, there will never be sunshine.

At least live on the upper floor, there is a window, isn't it?
"The dementors seem to emerge from the deepest part." Some Aurors cautiously took out their wands.

Although most of the dementors have been dispersed.

But new dementors still appear in Azkaban from time to time.

And those new monsters will attack all living people.

"No one knows the reason for the dementors, just like the group of undead." Theseus also took out his wand.

Everyone held their breath and stared straight into the depths of darkness.

The faint fluorescence couldn't make up the darkness in front of me, the damp stairs were extremely slippery, and the surrounding walls on both sides were bare and nothing.

This can't help but make people wonder whether such a construction design was intentional by the builder?
"Bang! Bang!"

There was another sound of heavy footsteps.

The weird stairway, in front of it is a set of endless corridors.

Flashes of light from time to time testified to the terrible fighting that had taken place there.

"Burning flames!"

"Fractured!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

Dozens of magic spells of different colors, like neon lights in the dark, kept flickering and extinguishing.

The Aurors seem to be dealing with some kind of monster.

From the flickering light and shadow, it can be seen that it is a kind of animal that is covered with sharp hairs, has sharp teeth, and a tail with thorns. Its heads are different, some are eagle heads, some are mouse heads, some are It's a horse's head, a messy creature.

Except for the monkey-like body with a unified lower body, it is difficult to associate this creature with the same creature.

On the walls, in the corridors.

This creature is everywhere.

They looked like reptiles, and they were all monsters as far as the eye could see.

But the most terrifying thing is not these. An Auror used the explosion spell to blow up a monster's body into powder. But after a while, it seemed to be activated by some kind of activation. Suddenly, its bones trembled ferociously, and then revived again. .

The shape is extremely strange.

"Not even the Killing Curse can kill them." Theseus' brown eyes showed strong fear, "Those criminals suddenly disappeared, and then this group of dead birthers appeared out of nowhere."

"There are still things that those dark wizards have on them. This makes one have to wonder if they are assimilated by wizards."

"There is no evidence that the Deadborn are related to wizards." Dumbledore also frowned. He did not quite agree with Theseus's view, but so far, everything in Azkaban has revealed a... weird.

"We can't draw conclusions until the results of Newt's investigation come out." Theseus said lightly, his character is a bit like Percy, while Newt is like an alternative Fred.

The strange personalities of the two made it difficult for them to communicate peacefully, and the complicated brotherhood made them neglect contact after the war.

But Theseus can question his younger brother Newt in any aspect, except when it comes to Fantastic Beasts, whether he wants to admit it or not, his younger brother Newt Scamander is the greatest master of Fantastic Beasts today.

And the group of dead birthers in front of them, in the cognition of the wizarding world, is a kind of strange magical animal, and the classification is a bit similar to silence.

A dozen or so Aurors rushed over behind the two, casting spells continuously to confine the group of Deathborn monsters in the corridor.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that every time the group of undead is defeated, their next resurrection will become stronger than before.

"Not only in Azkaban, but also in Denmark, Sweden, France, Spain, Egypt, the whole of Europe and the Mediterranean coast."

"It's spreading rapidly to the surrounding areas like a plague."

"There has been a Muggle attack!" Theseus looked at the flash of light in front of him seriously, his wrinkled forehead curled up.

"The Muggles who were attacked, they—" Dumbledore didn't finish his sentence.

But Theseus knew what he meant, "I don't know, all the corpses have disappeared, and the Muggle government only considers them missing. The Egyptian Ministry of Magic is dispatching personnel to the affected location, but—still no news!"

"It's like that land has been dragged into hell!"

"Well, Theseus, maybe things are not so pessimistic!" Dumbledore patted the nervous 'young man' in front of him, and immediately raised his wand.

"Everyone back!" Theseus roared.

Then the Aurors all retreated.

Dumbledore began to cast a spell, and the tip of his wand suddenly brightened.

Then a group of orange-red flames that were not as fast and raging as Fiendflame burst out suddenly, with some kind of ancient meaning, burning towards the monsters in front of them overwhelmingly.

"Yah~~~"

The sound that seemed to be a cruel scream of a human suddenly emerged.

Everything around became weird.

The flames are burning the monsters. They will first disintegrate and then be resurrected under the influence of some kind of power.

Then continue to be destroyed by fire.

Then continue the resurrection.

Dozens, or even more, of shrill voices echoed in the corridor. This time, this place really turned into hell.

"How long will this flame last?" Theseus took a step back slightly.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes at the flame that looked like a fierce fire.

He suddenly thought of another wizard who could also cast such a powerful flame. One of his spells almost destroyed the entire Paris, and his fiancée died under that person's spell.

"It depends on when they die out completely." Dumbledore said calmly.

The sound of the fire still echoed in the corridor.

The dark corridor was finally illuminated by the fire.

Everyone's faces were glowing brown and red against the flames.

Everyone looked in front of them fearfully.

Only Dumbledore remained calm.

Like the Black Lake at Hogwarts, it never makes waves.

What is hidden under the surface of the lake is something even more terrifying.

"Seal this place down!" he said.

"At least it needs to burn for a while."

After the words fell, the wizards around suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, but everyone knew it.

This is just a plain fact.

The old principal turned around and left here.

Azkaban was not the only one attacked by the undead,

There are other places where he is needed.

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The distant skyline sinks into darkness as the sun sets.

Then the neon lights came on.

Natural beams of light are replaced by artificial ones.

The city is still so bright.

just
The city belongs to Muggles, not wizards.

Paris France!
The hotel where Hermione once stayed welcomed a new guest.

A guest wearing wizard robes.

She knocked on a door.

Then another old woman's voice came from the room.

"Please come in~"

Hearing the sound, the woman in front of the door opened the door and entered.

"What's going on, I don't have time for you to waste!" She was not polite at all, opened the door and asked in a questioning tone.

She seemed to be very busy, and she didn't have time to take care of her messy hair, and a few strands of hair were falling from the corners of her temples.

After feeling an itchy feeling, she frowned, and then pushed her hair behind her ears.Then he continued: "It's already messed up outside, do you still have the mood here?"

Looking at the neatly arranged tea sets on the table, the woman showed a hint of sarcasm: "Drink tea?"

"Chaotic?" The old woman showed a relaxed expression that was completely different from the young woman. "It's better to mess up, silly girl."

"Drink tea?"

"No, I can't bear the tea offer from the dignified Vice President of the Wizarding Union." The young woman had a smirk all over her face, and a sneering tone in her mouth. The folding fan in her hand waved slightly, and her frivolous eyes kept looking at her. Look at the senior official of the federation who has been working for at least 60 years!
"You have made things so bad now that Dumbledore will discover you sooner or later - your conspiracy. Newt has already arrived in Greece. You know, he is Dumbledore's 'vanguard' and will die soon." The secret that has been spread by the attacker cannot be suppressed. For a whole year, sometimes I really admire you. You can suppress the news for so long! Ms. Rozier~"

The woman in front of her chattered endlessly, but the high-ranking official of the federation remained courteous and elegant.

"Don't say it so harshly!" The woman from the Rozier family was full of elegance. She had a smile on her lips, as if she were talking about daily family matters. "Why do dead people spread on a large scale? The federation doesn’t know either, we just used a little authority to let this matter be discovered a year later. From this point of view, our plan still failed, at least two months in advance.”

"Got to find something for Dumbledore to do."

"You seem to 'hate' Dumbledore?" the young woman said, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, very nonchalantly.

"Hate? No, no, no, how can we hate the greatest white wizard in the world? Under his 'wise' leadership, the Federation's powers have continued to decline. At the beginning of this century, the Federation could still hold countries accountable The Ministry of Magic even forcefully persecutes countries, but what about now? The Federation is just about to become the mouthpiece of all countries."

"I don't resent him at all!"

"Your expression is about to eat him!" A trace of coldness and anger flashed quickly in the young woman's eyes. She covered it up very well. It was only a moment, and soon her face was full of laziness. attitude.

"So your support plan"

"Look, you're wrong again." Rozier showed a funny face again, she picked up the black tea on the table, gently blew away the steam, took a sip and said, "It's just going with the flow."

"The federation needs an enemy, an enemy that can be feared by all countries, because only in this way, short-sighted guys will huddle together for warmth and think of the federation!

Since Grindelwald's failure, we have been looking for a new partner. At first we thought it might be my little niece who betrayed the Rozier family. She has been with Grindelwald for so long, whispering and seeing, and will become his successor People are a matter of course.

To this end, we have given her considerable support and hope that she can lead the way.Unfortunately, traitors never learn loyalty, and she and her subjects escaped the surveillance of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic Aurors, killing several of ours. "

She took a sip of black tea and continued: "Later we thought it would be Tom Riddle. When he was at the height of his power, the Federation kept silent. This is to deliberately indulge him, hoping that he can grow up and spread the war to Europe!

It's a pity that the stupid half-breed bastard has too narrow a vision, and we expend a lot of energy, but he only focuses on the tiny piece of England.He completely forgot the help provided by the Federation when he traveled around the world.

14 years ago, that idiot was finally defeated by Dumbledore.

The wizarding world has once again lost the power of 'darkness'.

As a last resort, we can only turn our attention to Nurmengard, hoping that Grindelwald can make a comeback. "

"Did you let Grindelwald go on purpose?" The young woman's eyes flashed with shock, her face full of disbelief.

"Wrong again!" Rozier smiled slightly.

"Numrmengard is the fortress he built, how can his fortress bind its master?"

"We just told him some news from the outside world, the miserable days of his followers."

"After that, just wait for the time to ferment."

"A profound strategy, a design that sees through people's hearts, you! You are truly worthy of being in this position." The young woman's cheek twitched slightly, as if she was about to deform.

But in the end she still endured it.

Then he said with a smile on his face.

"Don't say that, everyone makes firewood like a flame. Of course, there is also my little effort. After all, Dumbledore is not easy to deal with. Master Legilimency, you need to know a little bit of Occlumency."

"Am I right, Miss Tonks?"

"Tonks? Who is that?" The young woman looked at Rozier calmly, her expression unchanged.

"So, you need to know some Occlumency, little girl. Although you are born an Animagus, which can transform you into anyone, your mind cannot be transformed.

You appear here because Dumbledore has doubts about me? "

Tonks' face gradually turned cold, the old hag in front of him was right.

Dumbledore did have doubts about her.

It's just that she didn't expect that the other party turned out to be a Legilimency master.

Damn it, I should have thought about it a long time ago, how could it be possible for someone who can hide from Dumbledore for so long to be a mediocre person?
"Hmph!" Tonks sneered.

She came here rashly, of course she was not unprepared!
In the room, the Auror in charge of the chairman's security hastily pulled out his wand - but before they could even cast a spell, the door was suddenly knocked open. A man with dark gray hair and a face was missing a leg. Scarred old man.

He is by no means as old as Dumbledore!

But whether it's his strange magic eyes or his dry hair, they all cast a layer of old and rotten wood on him.

"As I said, you should have learned that spell a long time ago." Mad-Eye Moody barged in, with a cane-like wand, and slammed on the ground, and then the two were knocked out and fell into the wall between.

The wall seemed to come alive, with the bricks and stones interconnecting with each other, locking the two of them tightly!

"If you can learn Occlumency, combined with your Animagus ability, you will become the best Auror!"

"Okay, I got it, don't act like a mother-in-law whenever we meet!" Tonks pulled out her wand and fired several anti-Apparition spells at the woman who was about to run away.

(End of this chapter)