Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

In the British wizarding world, Azkaban Prison can be said to be a stinking shit that everyone hates.

Both white wizards and black wizards hate this kind of place because it is like the toilet of the entire wizarding world. No matter how bad things are, they can be thrown here and left to ferment and rot. Turn a blind eye.

But even a place like this needs to be guarded by someone.

After all, Azkaban is still a British wizard prison. Although it has dementors as jailers, the Ministry of Magic is not very confident about these dark magical creatures.

So the question is, who would want to come to such a terrible place?

The answer is self-evident. Only the most neglected and low-level employees of the Ministry of Magic will be sent here.

Perhaps when this prison was first built, the authorities at the Ministry of Magic would consider the so-called safety factors and arrange for some powerful wizards to come and take charge.

But after a long period of operation, the Ministry of Magic also began to fall into the drawbacks of a bloated and corrupt bureaucracy. Naturally, this drudgery was avoided by those who had the ability, ability, and connections.

As a result, the number of wizards assigned to Azkaban has become worse year by year. Now, those assigned here are either old guys who are about to retire, or newbies who have just joined the department.

Peter is a living example of this.

Peter's original name was Peter Alex, and he graduated from Hogwarts Hufflepuff House. Of course, that was already forty years ago.

After graduation, Peter was also very lucky. Compared with his classmates who were unemployed after graduation, he easily got into the British Ministry of Magic and became a glorious employee of the Environmental Protection and Supervision Department of the Logistics Department.

In layman's terms, they are janitors who clean the house.

Until one day when he was cleaning the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he was noticed by the then Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement. He was first made a temporary worker in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and then through various means, he was transferred to He took a formal job and became an Auror.

But just when Peter was thinking about his iron rice bowl that would guarantee a harvest despite droughts and floods, a piece of news gave him a bolt from the blue.

Their director informed him that he, who had just become a full-time employee, was assigned to Azkaban as the wizard resident on the island.

"Don't worry, although Azkaban is a prison where many serious criminals are imprisoned, it is actually very safe there.

All matters inside the prison can be handled by the dementors. You just need to stay on the outside to prevent some Muggle fishermen from accidentally entering there. "

Just like that, amidst the concerned instructions from the director, a confused Peter took a boat and came to Azkaban.

Originally, according to the director, the wizards stationed on the island were rotated every three years, and they would be promoted and paid higher after returning.

But Peter was on this small island, but three years later, three years later, and three years later, he had been here for thirty years, and he changed from Little Peter to Old Peter!

In the end, Old Peter even wondered if the director had forgotten about him.

However, after so many years, he has become accustomed to staying on this small island. Although those dementors do not give people a good feeling, years of getting along day and night have given him a good resistance to these guys.

Now, he is just waiting for a smooth retirement when he turns sixty in a few years.

However, God seemed to be joking with him, or maybe he shouldn't have said "retire after working for a few years." Anyway, Old Peter vaguely felt that Azkaban seemed a bit strange recently.

One night in August, when he woke up, he felt another unusual movement coming from the Azkaban prison.

Old Peter woke up from the pain in his bad legs. Staying in a cold and damp seaside prison like Azkaban for many years caused him to suffer from rheumatoid arthritis early on.

Now that he is getting older, his legs hurt even more when it is windy or rainy.

"These damn dementors! Ever since they went out for a walk, they have become restless."

Old Peter muttered something, sat up, put on his coat, knocked hard on the wall beside him, and shouted at the same time: "Orville! Orville! Wake up, those dementors in the prison are dishonest again. "

Orville is his colleague and a young man who has just been fooled.

Old Peter has seen many little guys like this. The only difference is that the young guys who came before can still be transferred away after staying for a few years relying on connections.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer young men who can be transferred.

But Old Peter is happy to see this happen. After all, he is already so old that he is about to retire, and he still has to rely on young men to do many things.

Moreover, the young man Orville has only been here for two years, and he still doesn’t understand the twists and turns involved. He is happily waiting for the three years to be completed, and he can go back for a promotion and a salary increase.

Even because of this, he still wanted to perform well here, and worked extra hard.

What a pity, this little guy didn't even think about it. If he could really go out in three years, why would his old Peter still stay here?

However, the strange thing is that Old Peter screamed several times and beat the wall board loudly, but Orville next door didn't seem to hear him.

"Did this guy sleep to death?"

Old Peter complained dissatisfiedly, got up from the bed, limped downstairs and walked into the kitchen, trying to fill a hot water bottle to warm his stiff knees.

He stood by the pool, filling the kettle with water, and raised his head to look towards the Azkaban prison.

The wind and rain howled outside the window, accompanied by lightning and thunder from time to time.

In the distance, an ancient castle-like building carries an infiltrating silence.

But Old Peter clearly saw that a dim red light was flashing in a certain window of the old castle.

Everyone knows that among visible light, red light has the strongest penetrating power, so even if it is raining heavily outside and the night is as thick as ink, the red light in the distance is still flickering, with varying brightness.

"Is there a fire?"

Old Peter was a little worried. He quickly put down the kettle, dragged his bad leg back upstairs as quickly as possible, got dressed, and immediately returned to the kitchen.

He took off the rusty old key from the hook next to the door, picked up the crutch leaning against the wall, and hesitated for a while before going out, and finally took out his wand that looked like a moldy branch. , put it in my arms.

The rusty door bolt was shaken back and forth several times by Old Peter before he was able to pull it open. Then, it hit the door with a "clang" in the strong wind and could no longer be closed.

Old Peter didn't care about this. He took off the brass lantern hanging at the door and put some of his little magic power into it.

A small point of bright yellow light lit up in the glass lampshade of the lantern, and spread out, forming a large yellow halo, covering old Peter's entire body, and at the same time dispelling the chill on his body.

He didn't even hold an umbrella, so he walked into the wind and rain with a lantern in hand.

As soon as he left the warm and safe room, the howling cold wind carried cold raindrops, like countless flying needles, shooting toward old Peter.

Fortunately, there is a magic shield provided by the Alchemy Lantern, which can withstand all this damage.

However, the alchemy lantern was powerless against the rocky ground that was slippery due to rain.

Old Peter moved his steps cautiously, walked to the door of Orville's room next door and took a look, only to find that this guy's room was dark, and no one seemed to be in it.

"Where did this guy go?"

He turned his head and glanced at the old castle not far away hidden behind the rain curtain. The red light at the window had dimmed a lot at this time, and he could only see a little bit of it.

"Have you already gone in to check?"

Old Peter was mentally making excuses for himself not to enter Azkaban. He had already secretly made up his mind before that he would stay there until he retired, and no matter what strange things happened, he would not look at them or see them. Go ahead and take care of it.

But what happened today was a bit abnormal. Orville was not sleeping in bed most of the night. Where was he? What is the red light coming out of the windows of Azkaban Castle?

He just stood there in the wind and rain, watching the red light flashing in his eyes with a strange and mysterious frequency.

"This little guy really doesn't make people worry."

Old Peter sighed, pressed the wand in his arms, held the lantern, and stumbled onto the path leading to Azkaban Prison Castle.

As living persons, he and Orville, the resident wizards on the island, did not live in the real Azkaban prison. Their residences, together with the dock for boats, were on a small rock not far from the prison. , connected to Azkaban Prison by a stone path.

Old Peter limped to the gate of Azkaban's castle, but did not go in. Instead, he took a few steps to the right and stopped at a small door that was almost completely covered by an ivy.

The dementors were floating quietly behind the door, their tattered strips of cloth still fluttering in the heavy rain, like tattered flags.

This made the entire Azkaban look cold to the bone, exuding an aura of indifference and being extremely chilling.

Old Peter took out the old key, inserted it into the keyhole that was rusted by the salty sea breeze, and turned it several times with a heart-wrenching "squeak" sound, but did not push the keyhole open. A small door.

At this time, lightning flashed in the sky, thunder roared, and the white electric light shone on old Peter's fingers touching the side door of the old castle, projecting a long shadow on the dark door panel, and between his fingers. Intersect together.

The next moment, his whole body changed places with his own shadow.

In front of his eyes, the whole world turned upside down. The island that had just been ravaged by wind and rain instantly turned into a shadow and sank into the ground, and the shadow of the island where Azkaban was located suddenly became three-dimensional.

The originally cloudy sky had cleared up, revealing a huge bright moon, like a silver plate.

Old Peter was on a small island that could only be called a reef, and what appeared in front of him was the real Azkaban.

This place is hidden by an ancient hidden spell on an island in a lonely place in the North Sea.

Someone used a magic spell to divide the space here into two worlds. Old Peter had only stayed in Azkaban in the surface world before. Only through the shadow can he enter the real Azkaban - a mirror space hidden in the shadow world.

Of course, the humble old Peter didn't understand how subtle this hidden spell was. He just followed the routine and had no idea of ​​the principles.

The island in front of us with the real Azkaban is surprisingly small, with the entire castle occupying 90% of its land.

The shape of the castle is a triangular tower, which is a very old-fashioned magical architectural style. The front of the tower also collapsed at a corner, as if it had been hit by some powerful spell.

A large group of dementors were flying above it, and huge waves crashed against the base of the tower, but no sound was heard.

It seems that there is always silence here, even if the waves hit the rocks at the feet of old Peter, and the splashing waves sprinkle on his back.

Of course, the dementors hovering in the sky found traces of old Peter. They glided around, like eagles and vultures, surrounding this rare living person in front of them.

Old Peter could smell the rotten smell and the smell of death brought by the sea water, and could also see these black-robed monsters. Their black robes were flying in the wind, and their hollow shapes were wrapped in black cloth and swooped down towards him.

That way, it's like the scythe of death swiping down, taking away people's lives silently.

But old Peter was not afraid, and he didn't even blink his dim old eyes. He just raised the brass lantern in his hand.

Perhaps when he first entered Azkaban, he was frightened by the way these nasty bugs greeted him, but after so many years, he has long been used to it.

The light emitted from the brass lantern became a little brighter as Old Peter operated. The dementors that pounced down quickly changed direction with extremely flexible postures before they touched the light shield, passing him by.

Old Peter carried the lantern and walked into the Azkaban Castle unscathed. He had not been here for a long time.

But despite the darkness, he remembered where the steps were that led to the upper corridor.

He groped his way over, and a rotten smell hit his nostrils.

The ground was damp and cold, with some loba worms and carnivorous slugs crawling on the stone slabs of the corridor, and some spotted awns growing in the dark, corroding the foundation of the castle.

In its resting state, this magical plant is very similar to a piece of fungus with slightly green eyes, but as Old Peter's footsteps approach, they will scurry away on its countless slender tentacles.

In addition to these, you can occasionally see a few hairy crabs making their homes in the dark corners of the rocks. These may be the only magical creatures that can survive in Azkaban.

These hairy crabs are often so powerful that wizards sometimes have to use special potions to get rid of them.

Old Peter climbed the stairs with difficulty on crutches, and at the same time pricked up his ears, catching every footstep or voice above his head, but found nothing.

Fortunately, there was also thick dust on the stone steps, which made the sound of his footsteps and crutches muffled and difficult for others to detect.

In this way, Old Peter came to the corridor that was emitting red light. However, he did not step on the last few steps. Instead, he quietly leaned down, leaned sideways, put his head close to the corner wall, and secretly looked into the corridor.

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