People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 158: Peter Pettigrew's Prison Break
Bella was finally forgiven by everyone.

The existence of the [Wall of Heart] allowed everyone except Bajir and Ariana to let go and teach her a lesson one by one.

Her body passed through the emerald fence of the forest like a rag, and fell back to the rocky coast, next to a tidal pool, carrying with it broken branches and leaves.

Everyone came to the natural fish tank one by one and sat down beside the stone.

Clusters of colorful anemones swayed endlessly in the current, starfish clung motionlessly to rocks and cracks, and a small black eel covered with white stripes swam among the green water plants, waiting for the return of the sea.

Bella looked very disheveled, with broken leaves and dust in her brown hair, but she didn't even have a scratch on her body. She quietly changed her posture to better appreciate the fish tank.

At this moment, in the center of the North Sea in another world.

This island, which is hidden in the Muggle world and cannot be marked on maps, is surrounded by three bone-white walls.

Looking down from above, the three walls form a triangle.

In the center of the triangle, where the island originally was, tombs were built.

This is Azkaban.

In the prisons of the British wizarding world, a spell to expand the space is cast in each wall to accommodate a large number of Dementors and criminals.

Dementors are a kind of non-existence and a dark creature, considered by people to be the ugliest thing in the world.

They feed off people's happiness and therefore make those who come close to them feel depressed and hopeless.

It can also suck away people's souls, turning them into a zombie state, leaving only an "empty shell".

Therefore, Dementors are also said to be "devils that absorb other people's souls."

They should have been exterminated, but because they do not exist, they cannot be destroyed and can only be banished with the Patronus Charm.

Dementors have no real allegiances and will only align themselves with those who can get them more human victims.

And these criminals are the victims.

This monster cleverly served as a jailer, limiting their reproduction and trapping them in the middle of the uninhabited North Sea.

At the same time, it also saves the salaries of recruiting prison guards.

They make the prisoners live in despair and the most painful memories at all times, causing them to lose their minds and go crazy.

There is almost no need for wizards to look after this place.

Food, water, change of prison uniforms, cleaning of the bathroom and other chores are also provided by the house-elves.

The elves, who have the consciousness of serving wizards engraved in their blood, are more resistant to the despair of Dementors than wizards. Even if their consciousness is confused, they can still complete the tasks assigned by their masters.

So wizard jailers do not exist in the British wizarding world.

But now, on the top floor of the Triangle Prison, next to the cell by the window, there is a small room.

The warm fireplace, warm yellow chandelier, comfortable sofa and elegant long table make it particularly luxurious compared to the cell.

What is even more surprising is that there are two wizards here, one fat and one thin.

Their clothes and the wands they always carried showed that they were not prisoners.

But a rare wizard jailer.

Since Damocles Rowle was elected Minister for Magic in 1718, Azkaban was used as a prison and the Dementors on the island were used as guards, and it has been relegated to history.

The fat jailer yawned and picked up a piece of pineapple candied fruit. "Steven, we are so unlucky that we have to work in this godforsaken place."

The thin man nodded. "Yes, Spike. It's all because of that Peter Pettigrew."

"After Sirius escaped from prison, everyone knew that Azkaban was not an impenetrable wall for Animagus."

The fat jailer continued, "Yes. As long as they are transformed into animals, they will not be affected by the Dementors."

"That's why we need to work here - feeding Peter a bottle of confusion potion by hand every day."

"Watch him drink it, and live next to his cell to supervise him."

"Oh, the Gorgon! How can there be such magic as Animagi in this world?"

The thin man shook his head. "In my opinion, this is all the fault of the master above."

"The quality of senior officials in the Ministry of Magic is getting worse and worse. First-line Aurors need to have five NEWTs certificates, and the scores cannot be lower than 'good'. They must also undergo a series of rigorous personality and intelligence tests in the Auror Office."

"And the senior officials just need to be good people. They can use a patron saint with a flesh body."

"No, maybe not yet."

"Like Fudge, he just writes well, is good at showmanship, and always uses Dumbledore's endorsement."

"If Dumbledore were the Minister, there would be no need for us to work here."

"He can do it with just one magic."

"How dare you!" The fat jailer's sleepiness was driven away. "Is that what you can say?"

"If you want to die, stay away and don't let your blood splash on me!"

The fat jailer's voice was so loud, and the sound of waves hitting the wall made them ignore the crisp sound of falling into the water.

A skinny gray mouse, wrapped in a vague human figure, fell into the gray sea.
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In a blink of an eye, another 4 days passed.

This is a huge piece of driftwood.

Its roots stretched out across the blue lake, like the countless thin legs of a huge, pale spider.

The body of the 'Spider' is covered by a huge palace.

This is one of Nicolas Flamel's palaces in France.

Built in a private forest that has not been mapped, cannot be observed by Muggles, and cannot even be found by most wizards.

Today, Flamel is going to teach how to mobilize the essence of water to repair the body.

“Water is the origin of all things, which means that all things are born from water and return to water. No matter how different the nature of all things in the world is, no matter how diverse the changes are, they always come from the same origin and return to the same origin, which is water.”

"The first life on Earth was also born in the primordial ocean billions of years ago."

Flamel crouched beside the branch, his long fingers submerged in the water.

"So, water also has unparalleled vitality. All we have to do is mobilize it."

“Follow its breath.”

His hand began to slide with an extremely small amplitude, but the miraculous thing was that the water surface was extremely smooth, without a single ripple.

Flamel now seemed to have become part of the water, and even with Basil's keen senses he could not perceive it if he closed his eyes.

So, Bagir observed very carefully.

But Ariana and Fleur did not.

The day before yesterday, Furong was also given a mark and allowed to enter the [Land of Dreams].

The two of them just bumped into each other inside.

This undoubtedly brought them closer together, and even now, they still talk to each other in private.

Neither did the Dumbledore brothers.

Aberforth had been sitting under a parasol about ten feet away from them.

As for Dumbledore, he was listening carefully at first, but three minutes ago, he suddenly frowned.

Although Basil paid attention, his mind was more immersed in Flamel's actions.

However, the sound of music coming from far away destroyed the harmony between Flamel and the water.

Everyone looked in the direction where the music came from.

That's the sun.

In the orange-yellow sun, the phoenix with deep red and gold edges brought with it its ethereal, ethereal and mysterious voice.

Its teleportation in the sky cleverly overlapped with the sun, making it look like a three-legged sun bird descending to the mortal world.

The three Dumbledore siblings, who had Phoenix blood, discovered it in advance.

And Dumbledore, as the master, may have been even earlier.

It is undoubtedly Fox.

Basil immediately understood why Dumbledore frowned three minutes ago.

Its golden claws landed on Dumbledore's arm, and a piece of parchment appeared in his hand with golden-red flames. Dumbledore's penetrating blue eyes swept across it.

He took a deep breath and said, "I think we need to go back to England early."

Flamel pulled his hand out of the lake, and it was dry, without a drop of water on it. He frowned slightly, "Why? Isn't it planned to be tomorrow?"

Dumbledore's eyes darkened. "Peter escaped, four days ago."

"But I just found out about it now. There is no report on the market about this matter."

He once thought that even though he was far away in France, he could still know everything that happened in Britain.

But he didn't.

"I made a mistake."

"Fudge is indeed stupid, incompetent, and short-sighted."

"But he is undoubtedly a genius in keeping his seat as minister and covering up the truth."

Aberforth sneered and couldn't help but began to mock, "You always think you can control everything, you are self-righteous and superior."

"But what now? Just one Fudge?"

Dumbledore ignored him, his expression only becoming more serious. "That is to say, I cannot guarantee that Tom, who possesses the Resurrection Stone, has really not made any moves. The Resurrection Stone that Tom possesses is really only at the level I guessed."

"Azkaban has very good protection for Peter."

"With his powers, he can't escape prison even with a magic wand."

"But the reality"

"The question is why Peter? And not Bella?"

He fell into a brief silence.

Flamel guessed, "Your guess about the Resurrection Stone should be correct."

"The undead summoned by the Resurrection Stone may have limited strength. There is even a limit on their number."

"Voldemort can only ensure that his Animagus servant can escape successfully."

"Perhaps." Dumbledore's brow relaxed slightly, "But I must go back to England to investigate in person."

"Well," Flamel shrugged, "I have a house in London, too."

"Albus, put down your phoenix. Let Fawkes rest."

"You guys come with me."

He led the way and walked to the other side of the balcony.

The wand tapped the smooth, pale trunk of the tree.

A downward corridor appeared in front of them.

There are no lamps in the corridor, but it is illuminated by a paint painted on the walls that emits warm sunlight.

After walking for about ten minutes, the road began to flatten out.

A huge room appeared in front of them.

It can hold a hundred Hagrids.

But the room was empty and quite bare.

There was only a large, exquisite round carpet in the empty room.

Flamel stopped in front of the carpet. "Just step on it."

“It leads to my property in London.”

After everyone stood up, Flamel looked at Basil.

"I know you have an excellent memory."

"You should have remembered everything I just said. Albus will probably send you directly to Hogwarts."

"When you get there, remember to try more at the Black Lake."

"That ancient lake contains an unimaginable vitality."

Baqir nodded.

Flamel looked at Fleur again, "You are my apprentice in name only."

"But he hasn't learned much, and he has Veela blood."

"My plan for you was to always follow me and Perenelle and keep you safe."

"Since you have chosen to go to Hogwarts, don't let up."

"There are many wizards who share my heritage who will target you. Your bloodline will make them look down on you. Remember to take advantage of this contempt."

"Equip yourself with knowledge."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "She's going to Hogwarts. The safest place in the world."

"Besides, I'm here. No one dares—"

Flamel, "Hogwarts invaded by a basilisk and the Dark Lord?"

"Not long ago, you dealt with the invaders outside Granger's cave (Bajir looked at Flamel in surprise)?"

"Don't believe Dumbledore's stupid words. His main target now is Ariana."

"Unless you are inseparable from her, his words will be greatly discounted."

"I suggest you spend more time with Basil. He is not what he seems."

Dumbledore wanted to say something more.

But Flamel didn't give him the chance. With a wave of his wand, the edge of the carpet emitted a silver light.

The space before my eyes changed, and the world was spinning.

The next second, everything in front of them changed from Flamel and the empty room to a blue swimming pool and a huge glass window with a single door as tall as their height.

The bustling atmosphere of London and the sounds of cars starting appeared one by one.

"Are we in London now?" Ariana blinked her big eyes.

"We're here." Dumbledore nodded. "I won't make a mistake. I have a scar on my left knee that is a complete map of the London Underground."

"Fox——"

He had just wanted Fawkes to take Fleur and Ariana to Hogwarts.

But the next second his eyes turned to Baguirre, whose hands had unconsciously wrapped around Fleur and Ariana's shoulders.

Killing intent burst out from his blue eyes.

But Dumbledore still suppressed the urge to cut the boy into pieces.

When he was with this boy, his emotions were completely out of control and always tended to be more rational.

"Basil, I know you have a way to get to Hogwarts."

"Take them both with you, and don't let me—"

However, his words were not finished yet.

With the sound of falling into the water and ripples in the air, the figures of the three people disappeared in front of him.

"Haha." Aberforth sneered in a dry, emotionless tone, "You've made a mistake again."

"Who would wait for an old man's orders?"

"who do you think You Are?"

"That's amazing! I will always remember your expression right now."

“This will be the best picture of my life.”

After Basil left, Dumbledore's anger finally began to burn vigorously.

(End of this chapter)