Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Charlie's expensive leather shoes slowly landed on this deserted island that was isolated from the world, covered with gravel and debris, and lifeless.

The raging waves are like monsters that will never stop, beating on the rocks on the shore tirelessly again and again, making a surging sound of "crash", as if they may be completely submerged at any time.

Raising his head, he slowly looked at the towering fortress built of black bedrock on the island. He couldn't help feeling a little dazed for a moment. Vaguely, he seemed to hear something coming from inside.

, the shrill cry that could shake anyone's soul, and the silent murmurs of the dementors living in it.

"Is this your first time in this ghost place?"

Seemingly sensing Charlie's temporary discomfort, Scrimgeour turned his head, interrupted his trance, and began to chat with him intimately.

Only then did Charlie bring his consciousness back to reality from the trance just now. When he blinked and looked at the huge fortress-like prison again, everything just disappeared suddenly, as if it had never happened.

Appeared generally.

"Well, it's indeed the first time."

He did not deny it, smiled kindly at Scrimgeour to express his gratitude, and then answered truthfully.

"That would be best..."

Scrimgeour said noncommittally, then lowered his head and used the thick soles of his shoes to vigorously rub up the gravel mixed with gravel under his feet.

"On the land below your feet, which is less than a few hundred square meters, the corpses of thousands of Muggles have been buried. Those unwilling souls, even now, are still attached here, emitting wails that move the world.

…”

After saying that, Scrimgeour raised his head and looked at Charlie again, with a faint smile appearing on his serious face.

"I remember when I first came to Azkaban for duty as an Auror, I didn't have a good night's sleep for three whole days. It was really a terrible experience."

"What happened here before?"

Obviously, Charlie didn't have a deep understanding of the history of this prison before he came here. So now that he heard the other party's words, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes. Looking around, he couldn't help but secretly chuckle.

"If you are interested, I would actually like to tell you the story of Azkaban before it was established."

It seemed that it was because the wind blowing from the sea was even colder. As he spoke, Scrimgeour pulled the thick woolen coat tighter on his body, and then walked slowly towards the only door of this towering prison.

Walk to the entrance...

"certainly."

Charlie did not refuse, nodded, and continued to keep up with the other party's pace.

Scrimgeour stopped in front of the door and gathered his thoughts. After a moment, he cleared his throat and began to recount the history from hundreds of years ago.

"In fact, in the beginning, Azkaban was not a prison, but a fortress without a name. His master Extis used magic to cover up its existence, causing it to never appear on any map.

It only exists in the stories passed down orally by sailors who went to sea...

In the stories of those Muggle sailors, this is a treasure house filled with infinite wealth. As long as they set foot here, the amiable Extis will fulfill all their wishes and make them heroes, kings, and rich.

People blah blah blah...the identity they dream of."

"In this way, gradually, many people who went to sea began to regard finding this legendary treasure house as their lifelong dream. However, when those poor and stupid Muggles really set foot on the island

, what greeted them was not countless wealth and dream wishes. Instead, they were greeted by a group of hungry dementors and a cruel and perverted evil wizard."

Charlie listened to the story with relish and opened his eyes slightly for a moment. For a moment, he even forgot that the main purpose of his visit this time was to visit his poor relatives.

Scrimgeour's narration continues:

"Those stories were spread by Extis. His purpose was to lure those stupid Muggles here, and then torture and kill them to satisfy his perverted hobby... According to the Ministry of Magic's initial landing on the island,

According to recorded data, in the more than a hundred years that Extis was alive, at least thousands of Muggles died tragically here and became part of this isolated island. It was not until after his death that the curse of the island finally disappeared.

, and also made people aware of the existence here.”

After saying this, he finally stopped and shrugged.

"There's nothing more to say about the rest. Originally, the Ministry of Magic planned to destroy this place together with the Extis fortress, but they were afraid that after the island was destroyed, the soul-eating monsters living on it would escape.

went out and turned into a disaster. So, right after

Due to the conflicting dispute between the two voices, the island was shelved for a century. It was not until 1718, when Damocles Rolle was elected as the Minister of Magic that he insisted on using the island as a

Prison and named it Azkaban.

Because he believed that the dementors on the island could act as guards, saving time, cost, and effort. Despite objections, the plan was put into effect. Since there were almost no jailbreaks and violations of the secrecy law, Azkaban

It has always played the role of a prison in the wizarding world until now."

After finishing his story, Scrimgeour took out his wand and pointed it at the tightly closed door of Azkaban.

"Okay, let's end the story here first... Next, we will officially enter this damn place. Be prepared, if you see those dirty soul-eating monsters flying towards you, you're welcome,

Just use the Patronus Charm to fight back!"

"Yeah." Charlie responded, put down the story and focused his attention back on his eyes. Then he took out the wand from his pocket in case of emergency.

As Scrimgeour murmured a few words, a light bloomed from the top of the wand and slowly illuminated the entire door.

"Boom!!!"

Immediately, the door began to shake, as if some mechanism had been triggered, and it gradually opened amidst the tremors. The chilling wind carried the not-so-splendid disgusting smell and blew past both sides of his cheeks. At the same time, it also moved towards

Charlie Black revealed the true face of the so-called Azkaban.

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