The card draw starts in Azkaban

Fudge made a special trip to see Sirius Black and take a picture with him.

This die-hard member of the "Mysterious Man", the demon who killed twelve people on the street, is undoubtedly an object of concern.

He is also a person worth promoting.

This was a publicity strategy that had been finalized long before he came.

After taking the photos, Fudge was about to leave. Sirius asked Fudge if he could keep the Daily Prophet.

"I want to play Scrabble up there."

He pointed at the newspaper and said to Fudge.

Fudge motioned to the reporter behind him to take a photo of the scene.

"Of course, Mr. Black."

Fudge was very friendly and generous towards this descendant of a pure-blood family.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing worth visiting here. Let's go back."

Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He led several people out of the castle.

When he came to the beach and looked at the setting sun, Fudge breathed a sigh of relief.

Another task has been completed and you can go back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's take one last photo here.

Look at the sunset, how beautiful it is!”

He opened his arms and said, and the reporters who followed naturally had no objections.

"Okay, Minister."

They stood next to Fudge and took photos when a reporter motioned to look at the camera.

In the photo, Fudge is smiling happily, and Azkaban behind him is still so grim.

After taking the photos, Fudge called in a few batters to encourage and lecture.

He doesn't like this place at all.

Even without the dementors, it would be difficult for him to keep the smile on his face.

After leaving the castle, Fudge felt relaxed all over.

'I'll never come to this damn place again.'

Fudge swore in his heart.

Just when everyone was enjoying themselves, they didn't see a small ant emerge from the dilapidated and collapsed castle and get into the ship silently.

That's Du Wei.

Compared with the ship that escorted the Death Eaters here last time, this ship seems quite luxurious.

The second floor is like an enlarged yacht, with a dedicated cafe and lounge, but there are no lights, only candles.

When Du Weifei entered, the candles were singing.

Singing, literally singing, with your mouth open, with great joy.

Du Wei quietly hid in the corner.

This looks like a bedroom.

After a while, Du Wei heard Fudge's voice talking loudly from far to near.

He walked towards this room.

When these people got on the boat, someone tapped the side of the boat with a wand, and the boat started to move on its own.

"Well, Azkaban is a really uncomfortable place."

Fudge was talking to someone, and Duwei heard the sound of a chair being pulled, followed by the sound of two people sitting on the chair.

Du Wei saw two legs.

"Would you like something? Tea? Coffee?"

The Minister of Magic asked, and the person opposite said: "No, no, water will do."

"OK."

The Minister of Magic's hands did not move, but there was the sound of tea being poured.

From Du Wei's perspective, he could only see the legs of two people.

Du Wei was very nervous because he knew that he was still in an extremely dangerous situation. He didn't know when the batterers in the prison would find that he was missing.

He didn't know when he would be discovered by these people.

The Minister of Magic and the person opposite him were still talking.

But this time, their topic shifted to Dumbledore.

They mentioned Dumbledore's name.

Fudge was a little troubled.

"My owl, yes, I write to the owl that flies to Hogwarts, but I never get a reply."

He sounded a little dissatisfied with Dumbledore.

Complaints continued to flow from his mouth.

The person sitting opposite him didn't speak. Hearing the noise, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water.

He didn't want to get involved in the trouble between the Minister and Dumbledore.

He is just a listener.

Du Wei was thinking wildly there.

He needs to keep his mind functioning at all times.

He needs to remember that he is a human being, the side effects of fighting the Animagus.

"I have to keep my mind running so who is he.

A person who kept writing to Dumbledore, a cowardly minister, he was Fudge.

Fudge, this person should be Fudge, Minister of Magic Fudge.

How many years have I been in Azkaban?

Fudge came to power and Harry Potter started school.

What grade is he in?

Wait, Sirius hasn't escaped from prison yet, which means Harry Potter hasn't reached third year yet.

Is it first grade or second grade?"

Duwei brainstorms, running quickly.

Fudge also talked a lot with the person in front of him. Through the conversation, Duwei discovered that the Minister of Magic was simply a fool.

He kept complaining about Dumbledore to his subordinates. The subordinates would occasionally say "hmm", but Fudge didn't think there was any problem.

"I will never ask Dumbledore again."

He finally swore viciously.

Du Wei didn't know how much time passed until the ship suddenly stopped.

This is a sign of landing.

The door was suddenly opened, and cold wind came in, disturbing the steam of the hot water.

A batter, well, a batter that Du Wei was very familiar with rushed in from outside.

"Minister," Du Wei recognized the striker's pants. They were light blue striped pants that had not been washed for a long time and had oil stains on them. "There is a prisoner missing."

"What?"

Fudge stood up suddenly. Because he was surprised, he didn't help the chair and brought the chair straight down.

Just when Du Wei thought the chair would fall over, the four legs of the chair bent slightly and stood aside cursing.

'Is this magic?'

Du Wei thought that Fudge didn't pay attention to this. He took a deep breath and tried to look calm and calm.

"What happened? I mean, who escaped?"

"Dowey Jones, a Death Eater."

The batter said quickly.

"Dowey Jones?"

Fudge licked his lips and said, "A bad news, isn't it? A bad news."

He was walking back and forth, looking extremely restless.

Du Wei saw that his steps were heavy and made a loud sound on the ground.

He walked up to Walker and asked with a glimmer of hope again: "Are you sure he escaped, Walker?

Didn't he disappear for some reason? He escaped, he didn't die, he wasn't hiding somewhere and you didn't see him?

Have you searched the entire island?

Dementors, did the Dementors also go to investigate?

Are you sure you really escaped and didn't die?"

Duwei saw that Fudge was very evasive about someone escaping from Azkaban.

He didn't want to believe that anyone could escape Azkaban.

This has not happened in these centuries.

"Yes, Minister."

Walker said.

Duwei looked at the apple wood wand.

It turns out his name is Walker.

Du Wei said in his heart.

Walker said anxiously: "Please come with us, we will carefully inspect this ship to make sure that Duwei is not here to harm you.

We have also contacted the Aurors. The Aurors will arrive from the Ministry of Magic soon, and the ship has already docked."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to write a letter to Dumbledore. This is really ridiculous.

I need Dumbledore's help."

Fudge said.

He was helped out by Walker, and the staff member also left. Du Wei carefully walked out of the corner and flew towards the door.

It has become a mess outside.

As a Death Eater, although Duwei is not as famous as Bella, Sirius, and Antonin Dolohov, he is still a Death Eater with serious sins.

What's more important is that Du Wei is the first person in centuries, at least the first person known to others, to escape from prison.

This was so shocking that Fudge couldn't believe it.

The strikers got on board, and Duwei was ready to strike with all his might.

He simulated a battle in his mind. If the Iron Armor Curse blocked a spell, he could apparate and leave here.

Animagus is not invincible, he remembers that Lupine has a way to make Animagus reveal himself.

However, Du Wei found that he had obviously overestimated these losers.

Even as strikers, they had never thought of the possibility of Animagus.

They hurriedly searched and then escorted the minister and reporters away.

Du Wei flew off the boat. He didn't even know where this place was, so he disappeared here.

Half a day later.

Hogwarts is like a zoo.

Professor McGonagall, who was resting at home, was surprised by this.

She was supposed to be at home, but she saw countless owls flying to Hogwarts, and she thought something big had happened.

Hurrying to the school, she saw many curious faculty and staff observing the owls in the sky.

The school is on holiday, and there are a lot less troublemakers in the school.

Especially the two cuties named Weasley.

Mr. Filch would be much more relaxed without them.

After entering the principal's office, Professor McGonagall opened her mouth to ask.

"Headmaster, what happened at Hogwarts?"

The big Hagrid saw Professor McGonagall and quickly greeted her.

Professor McGonagall also nodded and said: "It's really nice to meet you, Hagrid."

Hagrid took some of the owls back with him.

These owls have traveled long distances, and some require careful care before they can fly back.

McGonagall and Dumbledore were the only ones left in the office. Dumbledore waved his wand and asked Professor McGonagall to sit down.

Listening to Professor McGonagall's inquiry, Dumbledore said easily: "It's nothing serious," he said while reading the letter, "It's just that a prisoner escaped from Azkaban."