I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Among this group of people, there are two outliers.

“Norman.”

Old Gore, who not only did not lose weight but actually gained a lot of weight in prison, greets his employees.

His eyes fell on Theodore, and he said with surprise: "Theodore? I'm your Uncle Gower."

"Uncle Goyle?" Theodore was stunned.

I associate the fatter person in front of me with the big and silly guy from before.

His eyes fell on the other party's prison. Although the difference didn't seem big, if he looked closely, he could see that the other party's food was simply too good.

There are also entertainment facilities such as Gobstone chessboard and magic chess.

"You're here to see your father?" Old Goyle said, rubbing his belly and smiling. "You have to persuade him. He's still dreaming about the Voldemort era."

"Okay, old Goyle," Norman shook his head helplessly, "You'll be out soon, so you'd better lose weight first."

Old Goyle was a little unconvinced and said, "Did you see Crabbe? He is the fattest one."

Norman was speechless. What could this be compared to?

To be honest, he was a little envious of these two idiots.

If someone were to be sent to Azkaban, he would be skinned alive even if he didn't die.

But instead of losing weight, they gained weight.

The original life sentence was reduced to two years.

The two fools understood their own fate, so they decisively betrayed Voldemort.

They did not waste the opportunity that the old and young had fought for, and two years had passed without any incident.

At first the Death Eaters screamed and yelled when they were caught, but they just acted like they were at home.

As time goes by, you will naturally become more relaxed and fatter.

Those who came in with them were either locked up until death or died directly, but they got out in two years, so they were so happy.

Theodore's heart sank when he saw this. If he had gone directly to look for John, his father might not have been unable to get out forever.

After saying goodbye to old Gore, they continued to go deeper.

Azkaban is divided into nine upper floors and nine lower floors.

The further down you go, the more serious the crimes are and the worse the environment becomes.

A biting chill spread through the bottom layer, and Theodore exhaled a breath of white air.

He saw his father, old Nott, emaciated and like a living mummy.

His hair was disheveled and he was mumbling to himself.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Norman saw the shock in Theodore's eyes and turned to leave.

He was not afraid that Theodore would suddenly try to break into the prison or something like that, as there wasn't even a window in this place.

All the light came from that one kerosene lamp.

This was brought in by Norman.

On ordinary days, there is not even a ray of light here. The silence of death and the groans of pain torture the prisoners here all the time.

Those fears are infinitely magnified in the darkness, and basically everyone will go crazy.

"Father."

Theodore approaches old Nott.

But when old Nott saw the light in his hand, he huddled in the corner as if he was afraid of being burned by the flames.

"The master will lead the pure-bloods to rule the world, and we will kill all the Muggles." Old Nott screamed madly, "The Dark Lord will come back, and everyone will die!"

"Hahaha……"

He was talking and laughing crazily.

Theodore looked at his father and said to himself, "Even when you were crazy, you were thinking about him. You didn't think about your child at all."

"Child? That's right, child!" Old Nott seemed to have just seen who the person was, and he crawled out from the corner using his hands and feet.

The skeleton-like hand grasped the fence, he stared at Theodore and said: "My son, you need to find the master, he is immortal, he will definitely come back!"

"By then, we will rule the world, and everyone will be our slaves!"

Theodore looked at him quietly and said, "Voldemort is dead."

"No!" Old Nott roared fiercely, "You are deceiving me!"

"He is the most powerful wizard, he can do anything!"

Old Nott banged his head against the fence that couldn't be unlocked, roaring like a wild beast: "He will come back, and then all the disloyal people will die!"

"I came here to tell you," Theodore took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, his last thoughts of family affection gone, "My king, he will conquer this world, and the old ones will be swallowed up."

With one last look at his father, Theodore put down the lamp.

"I will take Nott back to where it belongs, using my own methods."

Theodore turned and left. This would be the last time he saw his father.

Under the dim light, old Notto let out a roar that chilled people to the core.

Walking out of the bottom floor, Theodore saw Norman looking at his watch.

"I thought you would stay longer." Norman put his hand down as if nothing had happened and asked, "Are you sure this is all right?"

Theodore nodded and asked, "How long will he be in there?"

"Until he dies," Norman said with a smile, "maybe one year, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years."

"If it were me, I would choose a quicker death. Eternal imprisonment is better than death."

Sometimes death is a gift. The longer you live, the more painful it will be.

Theodore looked at the smile on Norman's face and realized that this man was not a good person either.

"I hope he will die within a year," Theodore put a bag of Galleons in Norman's hand, "Please."

"You shouldn't have come to me, but..." He pushed the money back and placed his right hand over his heart.

He bowed slightly and smiled, "My king asked me to fulfill your request."

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Chapter 656: Escape, Evidence

Poland.

"Farke! Farke! Farke!"

Gauss was carrying a corpse and running, cursing as he went.

He also had a lot of greetings for women, including a few words about Lippi's private parts.

He slid to avoid the incoming spell, drew out his wand and shot out a beam of green light without looking back.

The pursuer was nearly hit.

Gauss waved his wand and disappeared.

"Don't let him go."

The people pursuing him teleported to catch up.

The two sides kept appearing and disappearing in various places.

After the fourth Apparition, Gauss took a breath and looked at his arm. A scarlet scar almost broke his arm.

"I can't handle too many Apparitions."

He was almost torn apart, so he took out a bottle of Baixian and poured it on the wound.

Before he could even recite the healing spell, the people behind him started chasing him again.

Gauss was already injured, and now he was being chased by various people. The worst thing was that he was carrying a dead body.

He knocked the red light away and knocked the man unconscious with a backhand strike.

What followed was a series of attacks that were dizzying.

Gauss was unable to hold on alone, and when a green light flew over, he offered up the corpse without hesitation to block the killing curse.

The already dead body would naturally not die again, but the impact sent Gauss flying.

"Minister Schmidt, you said you would be more useful dead than alive."

Gauss said something random, then took a big step to avoid the hole that appeared under his feet.

Looking at the woods getting closer and closer, he ran in and stopped moving.

The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who were chasing after them stopped one by one.

Starr came over, waved, and everyone continued on their way.

Not long after I walked in, a person screamed.

The other person turned around and saw a set of binding armor emerging from the ground, tying him up from feet to hands, and his wand was bounced away.

The Auror was trapped there in a kneeling and restrained position.

His mouth was sealed and he couldn't speak.

Other Aurors also encountered various traps one after another.

Starr sideways avoided the raised wooden dog, raised his hand and a spark knocked the wooden dog back.

"Silver Hand product?"

Star snorted coldly, waved his wand, and a force spread out, blowing the trap away.

"LumosMaxima"

He threw a ball of light into the sky, illuminating the night.

Various traps hidden in dark corners were discovered.

By the time they eliminated the trap, Gauss had long disappeared.

Starr used magic to look for traces, but found that all footprints disappeared.

It goes without saying that it was Gauss's doing.

Without any clues, Starr returned empty-handed.

"Take away all the Silver Hand products. I want to see what these people have to say."

Starr ordered his men to take away the unactivated traps. He would use these things to question Johnny Silverhand.

Wait until everyone leaves.

On the other side of the woods, a small boat that had sunk to the bottom of the river slowly floated up.

Gauss and the corpse lay together in the boat. Gauss spat out a mouthful of water, patted the corpse's hand and said, "Mr. Minister, you are so precious."

After several days, the body began to stink even in the Ministry of Magic.

"I can't find Inge after searching everywhere. It seems like you are the only one who can do this."

Waving his wand feebly, the boat moved forward towards his residence.

On the other side is Johnny Silverhand's store.

Starr came here angrily with those silver hand props.

Tang Mi sat there and glanced at Starr slowly, "Mr. Rozier, do you have time to come here to see me?"

"You still want to play dumb?" Starr sneered, "You secretly helped the invaders and funded their silver hand props."

"Oh?" Tang Mi asked in surprise, "I don't remember this happening. Has the Ministry of Magic been invaded again?"