allendalepharm Chapter 182 Azkaban
Chapter 182 Azkaban
Chapter 182 Azkaban
Scrimgeour was extremely opposed to the Minister of Magic's repeated infringements on the rights of his Auror office.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
The "Ministry of Magic Centralized Faction" doesn't have a real leader to rely on. The person who has climbed to the top of this faction is Umbridge, who can't play any decisive role at all.
So he had no choice but to accept the document from the Auror Office requesting their cooperation with the special envoy for the secret operation, and assigned an Auror as the special envoy's deputy.
Heavens behold, the wizards Hogwarts has been producing less than satisfactory results in recent years. They've only recruited one, Nymphadora Tonks, and the older Aurors are gradually retiring. They were already short-handed, and now they're taking one away – it's absolutely terrible.
Scringer was very unhappy about this, and in the end, he sent Tonks, who had the least work experience, to help with the work.
Fudge looked very dissatisfied. "That little witch?"
P.S.: In early 1993, Nymphadora Tonks was 19 years old.
Scrimgeour had to pull out the Auror office's operational files and explain to Fudge the duties each Auror was currently performing. For example, Kingsley, the most powerful Auror in office, was assigned to be the secretary and bodyguard of the Muggle leader, and the others also had their own tasks.
"In fact, Tonks also had a mission. After she went to help the special envoy, I had to take over the management myself." Scrinker looked at Fudge with displeasure, as if to say, "What more do you want after all this?"
Fudge knew he couldn't push the Auror leader too far, so he nodded. "Alright, she's been in office for a while now, right? She should have a clear understanding of the Auror's role, right?"
Scrimgeour was very proud. "Every Auror in my office is exceptionally talented! Tonks too!"
Fudge doesn't see it that way.
Looking at the little witch who had been assigned to him, he simply couldn't accept that such a rebellious and eccentric witch had appeared in the solemn and dignified Ministry of Magic.
A pig-like nose that looked like some kind of mushroom protruded from its face; colorful hair with a mix of more than a dozen colors; wearing a bizarre sister band T-shirt and a leather coat covered in studs...
Even in a meeting room with his superiors and the Minister and Deputy Minister of Magic present, he sat in a corner chair, still chewing gum with a nonchalant expression...
This……
Is it reliable?
Fudge looked at Lockhart apologetically, feeling that he hadn't handled the matter well enough, but Lockhart just smiled gently at him.
Lockhart didn't really have any requirements for his so-called Auror partner. It would be enough if he could take him to Azkaban and bring prisoners to the Bloodline Hall of the Department of Mysteries to cooperate in some research.
The only problem is—Bella is Tonks's aunt, a biological aunt.
In fact, these pure-blood wizards are all related to each other to some extent.
Lockhart already has some psychological trauma. When he captured Coban for research, Ms. Mary had tried to rescue Coban, even though she had no feelings for this father and even harbored some hatred towards him.
You can't see into someone's heart. Lockhart has moved past the stage of judging the real, flesh-and-blood characters of this world based on his likes and dislikes for the original characters from his past life. He is somewhat wary of Tonks.
Perhaps sensing Lockhart's wariness, Tonks didn't say much to Lockhart. After ending their office meeting, the two headed straight for Azkaban prison.
Azkaban is located in a remote part of the North Sea, far from Muggle shipping lanes. It was originally a castle of a top dark wizard, and Dementors existed in the castle before the Azkaban prison was built.
The wind howled here, and even a slight approach to the sea caused a feeling of oppression and discomfort to rise in one's heart, which made Lockhart miss Crabbe who had followed him before.
This unpleasant feeling became even more pronounced after entering Azkaban, as if every wall was filled with torment and pain.
"Wait a minute."
Lockhart called out to Tonks, who was walking ahead with his hair tossing, turned around and stared curiously at the walls of Azkaban Castle, gently reaching out to touch them.
Even the slightest touch of the fingertip sent a terrible stinging and burning sensation through me.
That wasn't a real feeling, but rather a piece of information.
Lockhart took a deep breath, pressed his hand against the wall again, and immediately turned pale, gasping for breath.
This truly possesses a power that touches the soul!
He suppressed the discomfort emanating from his soul, his ears filled with the neighing of horses, howling of wolves, and the clamor of more than a dozen wizards, as he tried to perceive the information on the wall. Finally, he felt a blur before his eyes and seemed to see someone hanging on the wall with an iron hook piercing through their collarbone, being whipped with a painful potion that left bloody wounds.
"To extract the extreme pain from a person's soul, and then plaster it on the wall?"
Lockhart leaned back, finally unable to bear the extreme torment and pain emanating from the wall, and released his hand.
"I don't recommend you do that." Tonks stood to the side with his arms crossed, chewing gum and tilting his head to look at him. "Azkaban Prison has its own rules. No one is allowed to explore the secrets of this prison, not even the Minister of Magic."
Lockhart drew his wand and tapped it on himself, letting the power of his Patronus surge through his body, finally dispelling the uncomfortable feeling of resistance in his mind and body.
"I'm sorry, it's too amazing, I couldn't help but look at it for a while longer."
Tonks shrugged nonchalantly. "It's fine. It's almost impossible for someone to figure out the secrets of this prison by just touching a few bricks. Just don't do anything else. There are some rigid, rule-abiding guards watching over us."
As they continued walking, Tonks turned back again and asked curiously, "Did you figure something out just now?"
Lohat nodded and didn't hide anything. "Someone once tried to create wizards here using Muggles, attempting to activate the magical bloodline of Muggles. This is an ancient belief in the Muggle world about wizards, which holds that wizards are created through torture."
Tonks frowned. "Yes, I heard my classmates discussing this when I was in school in the Muggle world (in elementary school, she was a half-blood wizard). The protagonist in the fairy tale suffered terrible torment and eventually became a person with the ability to cast spells to take revenge. I asked my mother, and she said that this was actually the birth of Obscurus, but she didn't know when it was passed down to the wizarding world and the story got distorted."
Silently?
It will look somewhat similar at the time, but it won't actually be.
Lockhart squinted at the walls of Azkaban prison, inwardly marveling—yet the dark wizard who had conducted horrific research in this castle had actually created magical bloodlines using Muggles in the image he saw.
Yes, a magical bloodline that relies on stone walls.
It was difficult to discern clearly from the stone wall what techniques the wizard had used, but Lockhart vaguely sensed traces of magic from many modern magical systems.
Wizard portraits, magic against ghosts, culinary magic, potion-making techniques, some alchemical ideas, and some ideas for crafting magical items...
"I've heard that the Dementors here generally don't want to leave Azkaban because they depend on this stone castle filled with torment and suffering?"
Tonks nodded. "Unless the Ministry of Magic specifically sends one, Dementors do prefer to stay here and don't go anywhere else."
Oh, I see.
Lockhart observed his surroundings with great interest and nodded.
(End of this chapter)