Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 443 New Azkaban

Azkaban, the new prison.

The violent wind and torrential rain almost tore the small island apart. The tens of meters high waves swept over and roared, submerging the black reef again and again, and the waves splashed on the black cliff and dilapidated castle.

Although there is no longer the icy white mist that lingers all year round, and the whispers of the dementors have long gone, but terror and despair seem to hang over the largest prison in Europe forever.

Even a dark creature like a werewolf feels too depressing here.

The mottled walls of the castle were once again slightly shaken by the waves, and a large splash of water rolled in from the small windows above the walls, drenching the water all over the floor.

There were bursts of thunder outside, and bolts of lightning illuminated the dark corridor again and again.

Plank shivered, quickly clamped the brown leather on his body tightly, then took out a rough hand-rolled cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and took out a match to light it.

--call!

The body is much warmer,
Wisps of thick smoke were exhaled by him, turning into circles of circular targets.

He lightly drew an arrow mark with his finger.

With the nicotine flowing from his lungs, Plank can finally clear his mind to reflect on his current situation.

Wizards... Wizarding World... Werewolves... Prison...

The chain of events is even more incredible than winning the lottery.

Originally, he was just an ordinary person... No, he was a 19-year-old unemployed Muggle... He went to a bar party and suddenly turned into a werewolf and a guard of a dark magic prison.

It's just a wild dream.

But all of this is true... What he sees every day now proves it all, such as...

"Hey! Werewolf kid!"

A hoarse and vague voice came from a cell on the left side of the corridor.

Thin, yellowed claws emerged from the bars under the rusty thick iron door and swung at him.

That is indeed a 'claw' in the true sense of the word.

Skinny, with nails like animals, sharp and curved, like small daggers.

Just like his fingernails now.

Plank took the handle of the remaining cigarette from his mouth.

"Hey, Muggle boy, are you deaf? Master Jingia asked you to come over!"

Seeing that Planck was standing still, the owner of that voice immediately flew into a rage, spitting obscenities from his mouth.

Following that guy's loud yell, the entire corridor...and even the prisons in the castle began to howl again.

Some claim to have been wronged, others reviled the Ministry, and one of them, Fudge and Moody, seems to have received the most abuse...

Plank was trembling a little, he slowly moved to the iron gate of the prison with trembling body, trying to stop all this.

He needs this job, and he desperately needs a habitat, away from that Knockturn Alley place.

Ever since those black robes... wizards named Aurors brought them into this wizarding world and told them that they had turned into werewolves and needed to give up living in Muggle society, Plank thought it couldn't get any worse.

But what happened next was the worst.

Werewolves - despised even in the wizarding world... are at the bottom.

And Planck, who originally lived in a poor area of ​​England, certainly knew what this meant.

Sure enough, not long after, they were randomly thrown to an old werewolf with one ear in Knockturn Alley by those wizards, and they arranged a dilapidated house and left them alone.

The old guy was also said to be a Muggle-turned-wolf.

He has lived in this wizarding world for 50 years.

The old werewolf often boasted that he had fought in World War II himself.

"Being a werewolf has such an advantage... You live a long, long life far beyond ordinary people, even those idiot wizards!"

The old werewolf said this rather self-deprecatingly and bitterly.

At first he didn't understand what that meant, but soon he realized that living too long didn't mean it was a good thing.

Those hysterical female werewolves or younger werewolves (Muggles) who couldn't tell the difference were coerced by other werewolf groups or dark wizards, coaxed away, and gradually disappeared in Knockturn Alley.

Although he didn't know if it was true or not, he heard the whereabouts of these people from the old werewolf... It was not good news... They were either killed by black wizards and turned into some kind of potion ingredients, or they were sold to wizard families in the Middle East or vampire clans in North America... Planck didn't listen carefully to what happened, but he thought it would be no better.

Fortunately, not long after, a few Muggles who had just turned into werewolves like him were gathered together again by those Aurors, and recruited to this prison as guards.

Recalling the life of the past few months, Blanke shivered, and hurriedly scratched the cigarette with his sharp nails. The red half of the cigarette fell from mid-air to the ground, and the red light was crushed hard by his heels, turning into a gray trail.

Plank looked at the thing inside the iron gate, the thing that those wizards called goblins.

Crouched near the door, the thing looked about the size of a teenager, scrawny, with brown and black skin, a long goatee, and a sly gleam in its eyes.

The hands and feet are extremely long and thin.

There is also a copper collar around the neck, I don't know what it is for.

But those wizards who stayed in this prison with Planck had repeatedly warned him not to approach this thing, and even ordered him not to talk to the prisoners, and to take off the collar for the prisoners.

When talking about this goblin, those wizards were very contemptuous of goblins, even more so than werewolves.

"Werewolves come here, come here... You take off this collar for me, and I will take you out of here, and even teach you magic? Like this..."

The goblin lay on the ground, poked her thin head out of the iron grille, and said bewitchingly.

Then he stretched out his arm and snapped his fingers,

Immediately there was crackling between the fingers... red lightning jumped.

Plank took a few steps back again and again, with a look of longing in his eyes.

—Magic!

It was the thing he'd craved more than anything in his months in the wizarding world.

Seeing the expression on the Muggle's face, the goblin opened his hand, and another ball of light floated from the dirty palm, and slowly floated towards the Muggle under his thoughts, tempting him.

"—ah! Damn... FK Fudge, damn Lupin the werewolf, and idiot... Moody!"

The goblin suddenly shouted and cursed, and the curse became weaker and weaker, and the guy couldn't even breathe.

Plank saw the brass ring getting deeper and deeper into the goblin's neck, almost strangling the guy's neck.

After the goblin hastily canceled the spell casting and the copper ring returned to its original shape at the same time, he could breathe heavily again.

Other cells around... the criminals who were locked in the same cell as him heard the goblin's movement and started laughing loudly at the idiot goblin.

All of a sudden, the cell in this corridor became more restless.

Thunder, shouting, sea waves, and the sound of iron doors shaking and vibrating... For a moment Planck thought he had entered a mental hospital of a horror movie...

At this moment, there was a hollow, terrifying sound coming down the stairs on the other side of the corridor.

Deng!
Deng!
The prisoner in the cell shut up all of a sudden.

The yelling and cursing disappeared instantly, and the sound of waves crashing and crashing, the gust of wind sweeping through the heavy rain and howling... and the sound of thunder rolling from the sky were left in the entire corridor.

Planck turned his head to look, and a man slowly appeared from the corner of the corridor. He walked over slowly with a long cane wrapped in a black cloak.

The fork-shaped lightning that had swayed across the sky... time and time again reflected his long gray hair incomparably vividly.

Now all the prisoners know who is coming.

"Moody!"

After the weak voice was uttered, it was swallowed immediately, and there was a rustling sound from inside the prison, and they seemed to move their bodies to hide in the far corner of the room.

When another bolt of lightning flashed through the small window above the corridor wall,
He - came to Planck.

Goo-ooo!
Plank swallowed hard.He stared at the face across the way that looked like a chisel, and became more and more nervous and frightened.

Especially that amazingly big blue magical eye that spun around, which made him feel naked all over his body, and all the secrets deep in his heart had been stripped clean.

"Moody-dee prison-long-long!"

Planck stuttered and didn't know what to say.

Moody stared suspiciously at the young werewolf in front of him, the magic eye watching,

——He looked at the body from head to toe, and even checked the inside of the stomach, and found nothing evil attached to his body, and there was no magic item with a black magic atmosphere hidden...

It doesn't look like a spy sent by some dark wizard.

Just when he was about to take out his instigator to see the werewolf's heart...to see if he had some kind of conspiracy to destroy the Azkaban Prison and rescue those Death Eaters...

Another person's footsteps came from behind.

"Who?"

Moody immediately turned around and raised his wand, facing backwards vigilantly.

"It's me? Moody!"

"Lupine! What's the matter? Isn't it your turn to be in the prison office on the top floor... guarding the Death Eaters?"

Moody didn't let down his vigilance. With a slight flick of the tip of his wand, a ball of blue light was emitted, illuminating the entire corridor, making the faces of the visitors appear clearly in front of him.

Lupine was still full of tiredness, and his gray hair was increasingly crowded into the area of ​​the original light brown hair. He was wearing a black and gray robe, holding a bronze lantern with faint blue light in his left hand and walking slowly.

After he came to Moody's side, he first answered Moody's question, "I sent two Aurors to guard there, and it should be fine."

Then he looked at Plank who was a little frightened behind him, and smiled slightly.

"Planck, you have nothing to do here. After today's night patrol is over, you can go back to the dormitory and sleep."

"Oh! Yes yes, Deputy Warden Lupine!"

Plank quickly agreed, and he hurriedly staggered and strode away from this terrifying and innate wizard.

"You're too kind to these Muggle werewolves, Lupine!" Moody murmured, half-groaning. "I'd be [-] cautious if I were you! Those werewolves can't be trusted... who knows what Dark wizards they've come into contact with in Diagon Alley..."

"I'm a werewolf!" Lupine reminded, his tone unrecognizable.

"I know, I know, don't get me wrong! I don't doubt your loyalty. You have been able to serve as a professor at Hogwarts for a year. This is enough to prove it. What's more, you caught those Death Eaters."

"No, that's not me..."

"Don't say something stupid about Snape being caught? I know the true nature of that potion scum. Although I don't know why Dumbledore trusts him so much, I never believed in that cunning guy from the very beginning... It may be impossible to say that he was a participant in the last attack on Hogwarts, but he certainly wouldn't take the initiative to capture a Death Eater."

"I know Fudge's bureaucratic plan... He must have taken the credit for you or that chubby guy on Snape and himself... After all, who would believe that a werewolf or an unknown fat man saved everyone? But I would rather believe that the little wizard who tore up the dementor did it all... than Snape..."

Moody pulled out his magical eyes (it seemed to be stuck and couldn't move) that had been turned upside down on the back of his head, and then stuffed them in again... said quietly.

Lupine opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"By the way, what do you want from me?"

"If it's okay, I have to teach that idiot goblin a lesson."

"...These damned thieves, the thieves are always restless and dishonest. They don't have any memory of things other than gold coins and treasures, and they want to escape from prison...Damn it, I'm really fed up. What's the point of the idiot Fudge keeping these goblins, trolls, and half-blood giants here? It's not a shelter..." Moody complained loudly, and with a wave of his wand, he pulled the iron door open.

"Professor Dumbledore is coming!" Lupine said hastily.

"Huh?" Moody stopped.

"And Snape, and that little wizard MacGuffin!"

"The brat? And Snape?"

"Fudge agreed, too."

"What the hell is this? What are they going to do?"

Moody stepped back from the cell door, the magic eye fixed on Lupine motionless.

— There are question marks all over his forehead.

"They're going to interrogate the Death Eaters—"

"--what!"

Moody was stunned for a moment before opening his mouth and laughing, "Interrogate the Death Eaters... What a joke, what can they do? Would Dumbledore do it himself? Would Snape dare to interrogate those former colleagues? Or use the Veritaserum that doesn't work... There is no interrogation of the tortured school professor... What can they do, and bring a little wizard... What do they want? An extracurricular outing?"

Just as he was talking, Lupine held the magic lamp in his hand and began to flicker, turn into a red light, and issued a piercing siren.

"It seems...they have arrived!"

"Come on, although I have long known Dumbledore's peculiar sense of humor, but this time he is too much...even that little wizard..."

"It's too much!"

--boom!

Moody yanked the iron door shut tightly, turned around and dragged Lupine out in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)