The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Moreover, before they have successfully broken through the "Iron Prison," the Death Eaters are unlikely to expend mana to cast the all-around Ironclad Curse.

They were caught completely off guard by the sudden lightning strike.

Although wizards are far more physically capable than Muggles and generally won't die instantly from lightning simulated by weather charms, accidents can still happen.

The female minister in front of me seems to be more ruthless than I imagined.

Scott smiled.

He admired this ruthlessness towards the enemy.

Only when the screams stopped did the cold-blooded Mrs. Burns put down her wand.

When she stopped casting the spell, everyone else stopped as well.

"Proceed to the next step."

Ms. Burns continued to issue orders.

"Yes!"

Kingsley Shackle responded, turned and walked to the other side of the corridor, pulling down a huge iron gate on the wall.

laugh……

The sound of gas being ejected rang out.

Ms. Burns explained to Dumbledore, "Now, the mechanism we've set up is spraying atomized water of life and death down from the inner ceiling."

"..."

Scott was speechless with amazement.

Are there still people who haven't been electrocuted?

This female minister is certainly cautious...

“We should be careful,” Dumbledore smiled. “This will help us avoid unnecessary casualties.”

Ms. Burns nodded. "Every one of our employees is valuable."

About a minute later, the sound of gas ejection stopped.

"Wait five minutes."

Ms. Burns felt it wasn't enough and didn't order the heavy iron gates surrounding the prison to be raised immediately.

The five minutes of quiet waiting passed quickly.

Ms. Burns waved.

"Lift."

"Yes."

Kingsley Shaker turned around again and pulled up another iron gate.

Splash...

The sound of chains rattling rang out again, and the heavy iron gates forming a circle began to slowly rise.

Through the iron fence, Scott saw Death Eaters lying on the ground.

Thanks to Ms. Bornes's caution, everyone fainted.

No, there is still one person who hasn't fainted.

As the iron gate continued to rise, Scott saw a person sitting against the iron bars.

It's Snape!

"Not allowed to move!"

Several nearby Aurors immediately raised their wands.

"Throw the wand over here!"

Faced with several wands pointing at him, Snape did not attempt to resist.

Scott, observing intently, saw him and Dumbledore exchange a silent glance.

Then, he slowly raised his hands and threw the wand in his hand outside the iron fence, where it was picked up by an Auror.

"Seize all wands!"

Ms. Burns gave another order.

All the Aurors attacked at once upon receiving the command.

The next moment, all the Death Eaters' wands flew out of the prison and landed in the hands of the Aurors.

"Tie him up!"

Ms. Burns once again took the lead in waving her wand.

As the Aurors waved their wands, sturdy ropes, like long snakes, darted into the prison and snaked across the ground.

Soon, the ropes automatically bound all the Death Eaters, including Snape, securely.

"take away!"

Ms. Burns turned and walked back to the stone chamber she had come from.

"Separate them and await trial!"

The Aurors and Azkaban guards sprang into action, opening the iron bars and transferring the Death Eaters in batches to the single-person prisons on the upper levels of Azkaban.

Even the underage Malfoys were not spared.

Scott and Dumbledore followed Ms. Burns out of the underground and arrived at the first level of Azkaban.

"It's finally over."

Ms. Burns breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the gloomy sky above Azkaban.

"Hopefully, this will bring lasting peace to the British magical community."

Unfortunately, you probably won't be able to get what you want.

Scott thought to himself.

Voldemort is dead but not dead, Medea is still lying in wait, and Salazar Slytherin may one day see the light of day again.

The British magical community, already plagued by misfortune, faces many more troubles to come.

Dumbledore, who knew everything, was clearly not as optimistic as Ms. Burns.

"Ahem, Amelia, although I shouldn't interrupt your victory celebration, I must tell you something..."

Dumbledore spoke in a low voice about Harry's current situation.

"Oh, that poor boy..."

Ms. Burns was first surprised, then felt pity.

The minister, whom Scott had just described as "cold," now showed a soft expression.

"May Merlin bless him," she murmured involuntarily.

Merlin doesn't bless anyone.

Scott muttered to himself again.

He's just a comedian.

Perhaps they are watching all of this with amusement right now.

but……

Scott felt that, given Harry's current situation, Merlin might actually be needed to resolve the issue.

Although he had this idea, he was powerless to do anything about it.

There is no Chaldea here. He is not his Master, and Merlin is not his Servant. He will not appear to help just because he calls.

Maybe they'll find this play quite entertaining.

"Albus, please make sure his condition doesn't get worse."

Ms. Burns earnestly made a request to Dumbledore.

“I don’t want… I don’t want James and Lily’s child to be replaced by the devil… and I certainly don’t want to have to sign an order to execute him one day in the future.”

She spoke her last sentence with some difficulty.

Dumbledore nodded. "Harry is a good boy, and I will do everything I can to help him grow and give him the power to drive away Voldemort."

“That would be perfect,” Ms. Burns said. “With your assurance, I feel much more at ease.”

"Then we won't bother you any longer."

Dumbledore gestured to Scott.

"Scott also has to go back to class."

Goodbye, Ms. Burns.

Scott performed a wizard's salute to the minister.

"Goodbye."

After leaving Azkaban, Scott and Dumbledore Apparated directly to Hogsmeade Village, and then walked back to Hogwarts Castle from there.

Scott then bid farewell to Dumbledore and returned to the foot of Ravenclaw Tower.

Just as he was about to enter the tower, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Hey!"

Two hands were placed on his shoulders.

"You don't actually think you can scare me like this, do you?"

Scott could certainly sense the identity of the newcomer.

He turned around.

“Fred, George…”