This Hogwarts is not normal

Most of the prisoners in Azkaban will feel that life is worse than death, but suicide or hunger strike are useless.

Dementors not only prevent suicide in advance, but also feed them thoughtfully.

Their food is happiness and all positive emotions.

If the prisoner dies, the soul can only be sucked away.

Although we can have a good meal, we cannot develop sustainably.

If you work diligently and responsibly, you will also bury the dead prisoners.

No salary, no rest.

There really are no better guards than dementors.

After Fudge and the others entered the 13th floor, the prisoners here laughed even more wildly.

Quirrell, who came in last year, was lying on the wooden bed, looking at him and laughing stupidly.

"Hey hey hey~"

Umbridge's eyes as big as lightbulbs immediately glared over.

"Aha~ahba~ahhehe~"

His innocent smile paired with this devilish laughter made even the paralyzed Delis frown.

Fudge walked forward with an expressionless expression.

It's just a small scene.

"Bang——" A disheveled prisoner banged his head on the fence.

He reached out and grabbed Fudge's sleeve, "It's you! It's the Minister of Magic!"

"Ha-hahahaha-" the sharp laughter suddenly flooded the entire cell.

"Rodolphus Lestrange," Fudge broke away with a little effort,

"Seeing you in such high spirits makes me feel relieved."

Rodolphus, who fell to the ground, quickly stood up, his pale and thin face becoming ferocious.

Fudge shook his head contemptuously and continued walking forward.

"You will definitely go to hell!"

Umbridge didn't dare to glare this time, but just followed quietly.

Quirrell is just a clever guy now, while Rodolphus is a notorious Death Eater.

"Fudge—Fudge—"

Fudge slowed down when he heard the muttering.

It was a woman with a haggard face.

Her lips are very thin, her eyelids are thick, and her eyelashes are very long.

Maybe she was a beautiful woman once, but now she looks like a crazy woman.

"Fudge!" Her hands just grasped the fence, "Tell me if the great Dark Lord is back!"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Fudge's eyes were particularly cold,

"He is already dead, killed by Harry Potter's rebounding Killing Curse."

"Liar!" Bellatrix squeezed her face into the gap in the fence, trying to look at the cell closest to the stairs.

"I can smell his scent on the new guy, you can't fool me!"

The reason why Quirrell became what he is now is because Voldemort once lodged his soul in his body.

The sullenness on Fudge's face quickly disappeared, "Listen to me, that devil will never come back."

"fraud!"

He ignored Bellatrix's mad roar and walked past cells one after another.

Facing the constant insults and curses, Umbridge shouted back almost every one of them.

There is a reason why she became deputy minister.

Nearing the end of this level, a cell caught Fudge's attention.

Not only did the prisoners inside not curse loudly, they also did not make any kind of devilish laughter.

He just sat quietly on the wooden bed, looking up at the ceiling in a daze.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

Fudge recognized the thin, gaunt face.

Umbridge also recognized it, "Sirius Black, watch your attitude.

Standing in front of me is the current Minister of Magic."

"I know." Sirius looked back at the ceiling, which was obviously more attractive to him.

"Damn Death Eaters!"

Fudge seemed to be unable to hear Umbridge's yelling, and seemed very interested in his performance.

"Blake, are you bored?"

"Hearing the screams of those crazy people outside day after day makes me almost go crazy with them."

Sirius is as different as Quirrell.

Witch scum like Tash and Slade can only stay on the 12th floor. Those who are lucky enough to live on the top floor are all extremely evil dark wizards who have been sentenced to life imprisonment.

Quirrell had problems with his brain to begin with, but Sirius seemed extraordinarily normal compared to other prisoners.

Sensing Fudge's attitude, Umbridge changed her face 180 degrees.

"Minister, under the enlightened reform policies you promoted, the two heinous prisoners began to repent of everything they had done."

Her eyes were a little moist, "You have accomplished something that none of the previous ministers have accomplished. You have personally opened a new and great chapter in the magical world."

"Ahem—" Fudge coughed rather awkwardly,

"Tell me, Blake, what would you like to do to fill your boring time."

Sirius' eyes were confused at first, then looked at him in a daze,

"Mr. Minister, all I need is a newspaper."

As soon as Fudge stretched out his hand, Umbridge took out a copy of the "Daily Prophet" from her pink bag.

"I hope you'll do well, Blake."

"I will." Sirius' eyes showed no gratitude, and he just stood up numbly to catch the newspaper.

Umbridge showed a bright smile that she thought looked good,

"Minister, I suggest you write an article about today's inspection so that more wizards can know about your great deeds."

Fudge's eyes lit up.

It almost became an international joke some time ago, wouldn't it be possible to restore its reputation by doing this?

He said he wanted to keep a low profile, but his body hurriedly went back the way he came.

After they left, Sirius looked down at the newspaper in his hand.

The family portrait of the Weasley family in Egypt is particularly striking.

"What!?" His expression suddenly became angry, and he clutched the newspaper tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to tear it into pieces.

Delis, who was walking at the back, didn't notice anything strange, nor did the Dementors who were hiding because of the inspection.

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When she returned to the Ministry of Magic, Rita had been sitting in the lobby waiting for almost a morning.

Without saying a word, she walked over with the small notebook in hand.

"Oh! Isn't this our great reporter?"

Fudge, who originally wanted to show his face and went to the newspaper office, was particularly enthusiastic.

Rita sensed something was wrong.

In the entire British Isles, there was only one wizard who was not hiding from her, but one who was underage.

The rest are either based on her ideas, or they are based on her ideas.

The other party is the Minister of Magic, so the real purpose is not difficult to guess.

"Come and sit in my office." Fudge invited warmly, and of course she agreed like a lady.

Have a sip of black tea and eat some exquisite desserts.

Showing your courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

But Rita was Rita after all, and she wasn't afraid at all.

As Umbridge's face became more and more ugly, she calmed down a little.

Fudge put down his teacup and said, "You, a great reporter, have a really good nose."

Rita returned what she thought was a reserved smile,

"Minister Fudge, if a media person does not have a sense of smell that ordinary people do not have, can they still be regarded as qualified media people?"

"A very sharp response." Fudge smiled,

"Then as a qualified media person, I think you have no reason to refuse a big news."

Big news means traffic, and traffic means fame.

"Mr. Minister, please speak." Rita opened her small notebook.

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