This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Although Andrew had not yet tried the famous Knight Bus, he had to admit that the Ministry of Magic's so-called superior vehicle was ridiculously fast.

Compared with the slow Hogwarts Express, Andrew can only say - they are not the same type of transportation.

It almost jumped forward, and Andrew bet the car had a spell far more advanced than the Invisible Expansion Charm.

He was very happy observing the road conditions - it basically moved along the sidewalk, and occasionally drove through the gap between two cars.

And amidst such complex changes, the internal space has not even changed at all...

But what surprised Andrew most was that after a brief period of driving, it would make a popping sound and then jump to another location - which was a completely different scenery.

'Forget it, I can't bear it anymore...'

Andrew finally started asking.

"How does it do that?"

"What?"

Mr. Weasley, who was sitting next to him and was also quite interested, asked.

“This is the car, how does it do that?”

"Something alchemical, plus complex transfiguration processes and necessary artificial maintenance," Mr. Weasley seemed to have studied this quite a bit. "Well, actually I don't like their leap system very much. It's too much like apparating. You have to record the map in advance before you can advance."

It didn't look like he could easily see many people who were interested in this. Andrew didn't even answer the question before Mr. Weasley continued his introduction.

"In addition, the energy problem is also very simple. It even needs to add alchemical fuel to operate. It is really very expensive. I prefer alchemical life. Although it is more complicated and can not last long, it is also very expensive. A bit bad-tempered, but the upper limit is much higher than traditional alchemy.”

Please stop talking, Mr. Weasley - the speeding car was finally suppressed. In order to get over this, we all have to go to Azkaban now...

Andrew only felt tired.

Having only a superficial knowledge of alchemy, he temporarily missed out on a very interesting piece of knowledge - even though he didn't have time to study it.

"We're here, Arthur, let's talk about your car next time!"

The beater driving the car whistled, and Andrew noticed that during their brief chat, the car that Mr. Weasley despised had already sped all the way to the seaside.

Judging from the sky, it's probably not yet noon. If they don't finish things quickly, they may have to eat jail food today - the authentic Azkaban diet.

The seaside is empty, with black muddy sand and clusters of rocks, completely ruining the scenery of the seaside - there is no doubt that this is a barren beach with no development potential.

"Although the car can walk on the sea, the magic near Azkaban will prevent all non-designated tools from entering!"

The leading hitter introduced to Andrew and Huffman with a smile, "Of course, if we are not bringing people, we'd better enter through the only floo network - opposite there is our headquarters, the safest place in the entire UK. ”

While talking, the striker had already knocked on the rock and summoned two boats from the sea. The two Aurors and the two strikers pressed Peter onto one, while Andrew and the others took the other.

"Let's go!"

The beater in charge of driving the boat shouted, and tapped the boat lightly with his wand. It suddenly rushed towards the sea like an arrow off the string.

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"Is this Azkaban?"

Huffman, who was the first to get off the boat, shook his head and looked at the castle on the isolated island in front of him, "It doesn't look like the legend..."

"That scary?"

The beater on the side smiled and said, "No, it is scarier than all the legends. You'd better keep a good mood. Although the Dementor is very obedient, it can still make people uncomfortable."

"A place of despair, Azkaban...a prison from which no one has ever escaped."

Andrew, who was the second to last person to get off the boat, sighed, "This is not a happy place."

"It's better for the guards. After all, the dementors won't take the initiative to attack, but the prisoners are miserable. Their happiness is the best gift to feed those gray robes."

"Guard? Didn't it say that this place is all guarded by dementors?"

Huffman asked.

"How is that possible? Let's not mention cleaning up and changing into prison uniforms. Just eating is not something that those in gray robes can do. However, people on duty are generally only responsible for delivering supplies. Cooking and delivering meals are all done by minor criminals. Yes, they don’t dare to run away anyway.”

The striker shook his head, "But I'm afraid this kind of place will never have anything to do with you. Let's go. We have to hurry up. We have informed them today that we are coming."

But this journey was not pleasant - although the road on the island was very smooth, with every step he took, Andrew felt as if something uncomfortable had been stuffed into his chest.

It is expanding, crushing the lungs, extending its cold tentacles around the neck and forehead, making the previous joy disappear, cooling people's breath, and even breathing has lost its temperature...

Peeves is an angel compared to it...

Andrew turned his head and looked at the people present - without exception, everyone had a cold face. Only the batter who introduced them had a slightly softer expression on his face.

But, this is just the doorway to Azkaban.

The striker who was in charge of the introduction walked forward quickly and knocked on the door of the simple castle with his wand, "Come in, welcome to the hell of the magic world..."

There were not even any guards walking around here. Several strikers were playing Thunderbolt Explosion cards in a shabby-looking house at the door, and they did not come out until they saw Andrew and his friends coming.

"Sorry, but there is no way. In a place like this, if we don't have some entertainment, we really can't stay."

They took the initiative to introduce themselves - even the assistant minister didn't say anything, because Andrew and his friends knew what kind of hell this place was just standing here.

"Let's make a handover. One of the most serious criminals, Peter Pettigrew, will be thrown into the deep cell, and Sirius Black will be released from prison."

The assistant minister took out a formal document from his arms - Andrew glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and there were four seals alone.

"Sirius Black?"

The striker who received the meeting was stunned for a moment, then took the document and confirmed it seriously.

"Well, there is no doubt... you can be released from prison."

"Come here, the serious criminals are inside."

"This is where the minor criminals are. Those who steal, smuggle, defraud, assault, and minor violations of the Statute of Secrecy will be here."

…

"Didn't you say there was a big shot? Why is there a child here?"

"Shut up, big guy, did you eat the chocolate frog in the morning for nothing? It looks like you are going to the heavy prison area. The two over there are Aurors. If you think the sentence is short, don't take me. I'm almost out!"

"Oh!"

…

"Goat? What are you doing..."

…

Huh?

Andrew heard the voice and looked over, then found that someone was hiding from him and shrank back...

He was not in a good mood to begin with, and he felt even worse.

…

'Why are you using inferior Felixir to cheat... This place is like hell. '

He turned his head, just as the student didn't look at him, ignoring each other and moving towards the inside of Azkaban.