Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 171 Sebastian Salu

"Patronus Charm?"

Harry remembered the spell; the Order of the Phoenix was preparing to learn it before the final battle with Lanlock.

only……

Because he traveled through time and space, he never learned this spell.

The same is true for Occlumency.

But what he didn't know was that neither Cassandra nor Vivi seemed willing to teach him the spell.

Harry shook his head and said, "No, you know, before I returned to this era, I had just entered the sixth grade and had never come into contact with the Patronus Charm."

"That's it..."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly and said, "I still suggest that you learn a few spells to deal with Dementors. After all, these creatures are extremely evil, and generally there is only the Patronus Charm..."

Before he could finish his words, Dumbledore saw a flame burning on each of Harry's hands.

The one on the left is the azure Gublai fairy fire, and the one on the right is the pitch-black fierce fire.

That expression clearly meant, "Aged principal, are you talking about the Gublai fairy fire or the Li fire?"

Dumbledore stared at the two flames in silence for a moment.

Of course he knew that in addition to the Patronus Charm, Fiendfyre and Gulliver's Fire could also kill Dementors.

"It never hurts to learn a few more spells, Harry."

This is the only way he can save his reputation.

Azkaban Prison is a prison located on a small island in the middle of the North Sea.

It was built in the 15th century and has been a witch prison in England since 1718.

The island on which Azkaban was built never appears on any map, and its interior space has been enlarged by magic.

But what the Ministry of Magic didn't expect was that this place had almost become a lair of Dementors, creatures that could suck all the happiness out of their victims and have a very negative impact on those who approached them.

The authorities considered destroying the fortress, but they feared that the island or the Dementors on it would retaliate against them, so the idea was not accepted.

Dumbledore Apparated with Harry to the outskirts of Azkaban. At this time, the sky above Azkaban was covered with dark clouds and the sea was turbid, which made the isolated island in the sea even more eerie and terrifying.

As if seeing Harry's curiosity, Dumbledore smiled and explained to him: "The weather in Azkaban has always been like this, Harry, haven't you been here before?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore.

"A hundred years ago, I was a good student who obeyed the law, professor. However, I have always been curious about Azkaban. Why did it become a prison for wizards?"

"This is not a secret, Harry." Dumbledore nodded. "In fact, Azkaban was originally just a fortress. In it lived an evil wizard who called himself Axtis. This wizard liked to lure Muggles to his island and torture them to death."

"That's too evil." Harry commented at the right time.

"Yes, after Axtis died, the hiding spell he used on the fortress and the island became ineffective. It was only then that the Ministry of Magic learned of the existence of such an island."

Dumbledore looked at the fortress in front of him with a twinkling gaze and continued to explain to Harry.

"The island was abandoned for many years. After the International Statute of Secrecy came into effect, people found that it was impractical to use a small wizard prison because prisoners who wanted to escape would often make conspicuous noises, smells and lights. Therefore, the Ministry of Magic began to plan to build a special wizard prison on the remote Hebridean Islands."

"But in 1718, Damocles Rowle was elected Minister of Magic. He thought that instead of wasting manpower and resources on building a prison, it would be better to use Azkaban as a prison. In this way, the Dementors on the island could serve as guards, which would reduce expenses."

"Despite opposition, the plan was implemented. As there were almost no escapes and violations of the Statute of Secrecy, Azkaban has continued to serve as a prison ever since."

"That is all I know about Azkaban," Dumbledore said finally.

Harry said suddenly, "I did hear Mr. Septimus tell me about an episode."

"Mr. Septimus?" Dumbledore asked curiously. "Septimus Weasley?"

"Oh no, that's Gareth's son." Harry shook his head and said, "I'm talking about Septimus Malfoy. Actually, he should be the great-grandfather of Lucius Malfoy."

"So that's it..."

Dumbledore's curiosity was aroused. "It seems that you are very familiar with the Malfoy family? I remember that you are good friends with Miss Cassandra Malfoy of the Malfoy family. However, according to my impression, the Malfoys a hundred years ago paid more attention to bloodline than they do now... and when you went to a hundred years ago, your identity was just an orphan from the Muggle world."

"That wasn't the case a hundred years ago, Professor Dumbledore," said Harry. "At least Cassandra's father, Mr. Septimus, wasn't an extreme purist."

"Why is that?" Dumbledore became even more curious. In his impression, the Dark Minister Septimus Malfoy and his son Ignatius Malfoy were both extreme purist.

Harry's face darkened slightly.

It is very likely that the Malfoy family evolved into pure-bloodism because a mudblood seduced their eldest daughter...

"Maybe it's because of Cassandra," Harry said, pretending to be calm. "You know, just like Aberforth hated an Austrian who seduced his brother and extended his hatred to all Austrians."

Dumbledore suddenly didn't feel very well.

Harry is also a complete black-and-white person - but he didn't do it on purpose, he made the analogy subconsciously.

"Let us go upstairs," said Dumbledore. "Morfin Gaunt is imprisoned on the highest floor, where are all the most serious criminals, such as the cruelest and most hopeless ones among the Death Eaters who followed Voldemort."

When I walked into the castle, several Dementors surrounded me.

There were no wizard guards in Azkaban; after all, no one was crazy enough to want to work with Dementors.

"I have come to visit Morfin Gaunt," said Dumbledore.

The Dementors nodded as if they understood and looked back at Harry.

They were stunned for a long time, and suddenly, the leading Dementor made a roaring gesture at Dumbledore.

"He is just a student of Hogwarts, not a dark wizard." Dumbledore explained to the Dementors.

While explaining, he was still curious as to why Harry was considered a dark wizard.

The Dementors were still making wailing movements, and they seemed to be whispering something to each other.

After a while, the leader of the Dementors came out and howled at Dumbledore twice again.

"What did he mean?" Harry asked. "He said you can go in, but they have to keep an eye on you." Dumbledore finished, shook his head and made a joke: "I can't remember when the Dementors in Azkaban were so dedicated."

"Maybe they just have nothing to do," Harry shrugged. "Maybe they're just greedy?"

Having said that, Dumbledore remembered the Philosopher's Stone that was absorbed by Harry.

Could it be that the Dementors are interested in the energy of the Philosopher's Stone in Harry?

However, the Dementors only sent out one that looked stronger from the back, and followed closely behind the two of them.

"Come up with me, Harry," said Dumbledore, and he climbed the stairs and led Harry to the upper level of the castle.

The interior of Azkaban was much larger than it looked from the outside. Going all the way to the seventh floor, Harry followed Dumbledore to a spacious room that looked like a hall.

On both sides of the room were rows of cells that looked as if they had not been repaired in a long time.

Dumbledore seemed to see Harry's confusion, and said to him: "No one is willing to come here to repair the cells... You know, those who were ordered to go to Azkaban refused to talk about what they found inside after coming here, and the least horrifying part is that this place has become a cozy nest for Dementors."

"I'm a child too, Professor." Harry glanced at the cell next to him, and the sloppy man in the cell suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

The man seemed very surprised, but only for a moment, then he lowered his head again.

He murmured a name in a voice that only he could hear.

Harry didn't care. Dumbledore said in his ear: "But you are not like ordinary people, Harry."

They continued walking forward, and after passing several cells, they suddenly heard a strange witch's laughter, as if the owner of the voice was extremely mentally abnormal.

"What was that little episode you mentioned earlier?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry groaned and replied, "I remember Mr. Septimus once told me that in the 18th century, Minister Eldritch Diggory visited Azkaban Prison and witnessed the horrific scene inside. He began to seek an alternative to Azkaban - at least to remove the Dementors as guards first."

"Sadly, however, Eldridge died of dragon pox in 1747, and no alternative to Azkaban was ever proposed."

"What do you think, Professor?" he looked up at Dumbledore.

"I think Azkaban serves its purpose well," said Dumbledore, "but I also think that for some crimes it is not appropriate to throw some prisoners there, to be tortured by Dementors."

"I think so too. No matter how impregnable a fortress is, it will eventually fall apart." Harry said pointedly, "It seems that the Dementors are temporarily under the command of the Ministry of Magic, but who can guarantee that they will not betray us? If they defect to Voldemort, then the Death Eaters imprisoned in these prisons will become accomplices in helping Voldemort endanger the world, right?"

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore stopped.

"I didn't say anything, Professor."

Harry said, looking towards the cell in front of them.

Inside the cell, a short man was huddled in a corner; Harry looked along the only light coming in through the small skylight above and saw that the man looked similar to Marvolo Gaunt, with a rude, old monkey-like face.

"This is Morfin Gaunt." Dumbledore gestured to the Dementor beside him.

As the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, he did have some privileges. The Dementors stepped forward and helped Dumbledore open the door of the prison.

The two men walked into the prison, and the old man who was hunched over on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

"Morfin Gaunt." Dumbledore sat on the stone bench next to the cell and motioned for Harry to sit with him.

Mo Finn straightened his back slightly, opened his dim eyes, and asked cautiously and hesitantly, "You are..."

Years of torture in Azkaban have smoothed his edges. He is no longer as irritable as he used to be, but seems a little reserved and humble.

"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore replied.

"Dumbledore? Merlin..."

Tears flowed from Mo Finn's eyes. "Then this... this..."

"This is Harry Potter," Dumbledore replied.

Hearing this name, a little color suddenly burst out in Mo Finn's eyes.

Harry Potter?

"I came here this time to ask you something, Mr. Gaunt." Dumbledore said softly, "About your nephew, Tom Riddle, the son of Merope Gaunt."

"Why did you mention that bastard?" Morfin asked angrily. Then he realized that his behavior was inappropriate and quickly relaxed his expression. "I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I..."

"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore didn't want to make any excuses for Tom: "What I want to know is where Tom Riddle put the portrait of Omnius Gaunt in your Gaunt family."

Morfin recalled.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore." He whispered, "I... I only remember that bastard came to my house and talked to me about the Riddle House. I don't remember anything after that - then I was arrested and sent to Azkaban."

"Can you provide us with your memories?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, pulling out a small bottle from his arms.

Morfin nodded, and Harry pulled out a spare wand from his pocket and handed it to Morfin.

Morfin took the wand, placed it against his temple, pulled out a silver thread, and placed it in the bottle.

"That is all I remember of that day, Professor Dumbledore - I was accused of murdering the Riddle family, but I certainly did not . . . "

Morfin whispered, "I hope you can find out the truth and let me out of this damn place - or you can let me out now."

"You mean, to bail you out?" Dumbledore put away the bottle.

"Yes." Morfin nodded. He looked at Harry again and said, "Mr. Potter - I remember that you and my uncle Omnius Gaunt are good friends, right? Could you, could you..."

Harry said nothing.

"I know, I know where Mr. Saroo is."

Morfin suddenly said, "I know which cell Mr. Sebastian Saru is in!"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(4000 words today, make up for it tomorrow)

(End of this chapter)