From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Atlantic Ocean, North Sea,

There is a sea area that is stormy all year round.

This is a forbidden area, not only for Muggles, but also for wizards.

On a small island deep in this sea, stands the Azkaban prison.

January is not an active period for storms, but the biting wind and icy water still prevent outsiders from entering.

On a rocky reef on the outskirts of the sea, Calvin was polite and wearing a windbreaker, looking up into the storm clouds. A black carriage flew out, broke through the storm, and finally landed on this rocky reef.

The car door opened, and a short, fat wizard stepped out. A strong gust of wind blew by, and the politeness on his head flew away, revealing his almost bald head.

"Merlin." Fudge held onto the carriage, which gave him a sense of security.

"The weather is really bad, isn't it, Calvin."

"I think this kind of storm is nothing compared to the strong winds and waves you have experienced, Connelly." Calvin reached out to support Fudge, who was about to be blown away.

Hearing Calvin's level of flattery made Fudge feel better, who was as bad as the weather.

Another person quickly got out of the car. Her face was pale, her eyes were black and shiny, her hair was an exaggerated bubble gum pink, and she was wearing a Weird Sisters shirt and patchwork jeans. She looked out of place with the entire environment.

"This is Nymphadora Tonks, the Auror who accompanied us to Azkaban." Fudge introduced.

Tonks shook hands with Calvin and said hello, "Hello, Calvin. Just call me Tonks."

"Hello, Tonks." Calvin narrowed his eyes and looked at the rebellious witch, "Do you know me?"

"Well, I've heard that you, Mr. Capet, are quite famous." Tonks said hurriedly.

"Oh~" Calvin replied in a long voice.

"Okay, Calvin, your fame will spread all over Britain soon." Fudge was a little impatient. He didn't want to stay in this ghost place any longer. "Take us to Azkaban quickly, Tonks." ."

Any means, whether by Muggles or wizards, can only reach this rocky reef as far as possible. If you want to go to the real Azkaban, you can only use the Ministry of Magic's boat parked here.

Soon the three of them came to a small island, and several people walked into the Azkaban Prison along a rock-paved path.

This is a triangular building that occupies most of the island. The space in the building has been expanded using a traceless expansion spell to ensure that it can accommodate all the criminals in the UK.

Not long after walking, a group of creatures appeared in the corridor. They were about three meters tall, wearing black hooded cloaks, and their bodies were gray, like a tattered rag.

Calvin was familiar with them, the Dementors.

They slid slowly on the ground, gray hands stretched out from their cloaks, thin and scarred, holding a pile of shriveled wizard corpses behind them.

The dementor suddenly stopped and turned to look at the three of them. They felt that there were happy memories here, as obvious as a campfire in the darkness.

The leader of the dementors put down the body and walked towards them slowly.Fudge shrank behind Calvin at some point.

Just as Calvin took out his wand and prepared to drive away the dementors, a silver rabbit jumped out from the side and drove away the approaching dementors.

"See clearly, we are not prisoners, Dementors!" Tonks released the Patronus Charm first.

The Dementor turned around and left, dragging the shriveled corpses again.

"Well done, Tonks." Fudge breathed out, "What are those monsters doing?"

"Dispose of the corpses in the prison," Tonks put away her wand. "Prisoners die here every day, and the dementors have built a mass grave behind the prison. What a disgusting creature."

Tonks had a look of disgust on her face and her hair turned strangely gray-black, much to Calvin's amusement.

Tonks noticed Calvin staring at her hair and said with a smile: "Transformation Magus, my natural ability." Then she turned her hair into bubblegum pink.

"A very rare ability." Calvin commented, remembering this important information.

Fudge interrupted the conversation between the two, "Okay, Calvin, let's hurry up. I really don't want to be here anymore. I must remind you that the prisoners of Azkaban are all a bunch of lunatics, and no one can You can live healthily under the influence of dementors. This is the most cruel torture in the magic world."

"Mr. Capet, I will arrange who you want to see." Tonks' lively personality was not affected much by the cold and dark environment of Azkaban.

"Black, Sirius Black," Calvin said.

Tonks, who was originally active, calmed down immediately, "Oh, Black..."

Calvin looked at the young Auror, "What, you've heard of his name too?"

"He, he is a relative of mine," Tonks said vaguely, "He is my cousin. I'm going to find the guard in the prison."

Seeing Tonks walking away, Fudge turned to Calvin and said, "I really don't know why you want to see Black. You should know that he is a Death Eater."

"Connelly, some things can always transcend positions and be immortal, such as blood ties and friendship." Calvin did not answer the question directly.

"That's true." Fudge smiled, "Friendship is always great."

"But that's all I have to say here. Establishing friendships with Death Eaters is always troublesome if others hear you."

"Connelly, I thought you were not afraid of these troubles." Calvin said to Fudge with a smile.

"Alas, Calvin," Fudge sighed, "I basically picked up the position of Minister of Magic. I have to win over everyone I can to secure my seat in this chair."

"Pure blood, half blood, and Dumbledore's people, I'm dancing on three eggs." Fudge said with a wry smile.

Calvin raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "Dancing on three eggs, Connelly, this is a bit too dangerous. You'd better prepare some strength. Political struggle is not a little girl's game." "

Fudge hummed vaguely, not sure if he listened to Calvin's advice.

Calvin couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Dumbledore had protected Britain so well that such an idiot could secure his position as Minister of Magic in a peaceful and stable life.

Soon, Tonks came back and led Calvin through a long black metal corridor to a pure white cell.

The two Azkaban guards dragged a thin wizard with disheveled black hair into the room like a dead dog, then closed the door and stood guard at the door.

"You only have half an hour." One of the guards said firmly.