Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"No one has ever succeeded." Dimo ​​twisted his neck and made a snapping sound, his eyes implying a threat.

What the man in front of him wants to do is provoking his former work department.

It made him a little unhappy.

After all, there were not many commendable deeds in his life, and managing prisoners was one of them. Although he was very dissatisfied, it really provided him with a lot of bragging rights at the wine table.

A very contradictory mentality.

"Then I will be the first." Harry said calmly, not affected by his words or expression in the slightest.

This made Dimo ​​even more unhappy.

But soon, Harry's next words completely pulled him out of his conflicting anger.

"To be precise - it's us! We will be the first!"

"us."

This has always been a very interesting word.

"Ho ho ho" Dimo ​​laughed and then began to tell.

"You must already know the origin of Azkaban."

"Of course." Harry nodded: "There is no need to go into too much detail about the history of the Dark Wizard's Fortress in the fifteenth century. What I know so far is that there are inner and outer layers in Azkaban, and there is another one you can attack. The sub-island area where managers and other managers live.”

"It seems you do know a lot." He took another sip of wine and said.

"Is your destination the inner prisoner or the outer prisoner?"

"Inner layer." Harry replied. This had reached the limit of the information he could reveal. After all, he had to consider the possibility of defeating the opponent, so he did not dare to reveal information unscrupulously.

"Then you need to speed up." Dimo ​​muttered casually: "In addition to the three areas you just mentioned, there is another area in Azkaban - the cemetery."

Azkaban's mortality rate is actually very high, so the cemetery's area is not that small. And under the accumulation of corpses over the years, it is now also the place where dementors nest. It is located north of Azkaban, so no matter how you plan to get to Azkaban, remember not to go that way, including retreating.

The other east and west sides are also steep cliffs. But there is a small forest to the east.

As for the south side - of course, opposite the cemetery! That is the direction leading to the sub-island, a reef beach connected by a low slope.

The tidal flats are constantly guarded by thugs, and the territory above is almost entirely the domain of dementors. There are about two to three hundred dementors in Azkaban, spread all over the island.

And they don't pay attention to their schedules. Basically the entire island is covered with Dementors throughout the day. "

Harry listened to Demo's story, and the first thing he remembered was the woods to the east.

"So how did you reach a tacit understanding with the dementors."

"tacit agreement?"

"No, I mean, how do you strikers ensure that you are not attacked by dementors? What means do you have to control them? Or do you have any special marks?!"

According to what Harry learned from the book, Dementors had only a rudimentary intelligence.

So in his vision, Dementors only have two operating logics.

One is that only specially marked people can be smoked!

One is that except for those special people, everyone can smoke it!

"Strikemen and staff with special needs here will have a badge that emits a light aura that denies dementor visits.

Of course, if they lose their minds, they won't care about this anymore, and they will still mess with you.

After all, he is a beast, no matter how scary he is, he doesn’t have much brains!

In addition, such badges are strictly controlled. Only batters who have to go on duty on the island every day can hold it temporarily.

If there is any loss or damage, let’s not talk about the punishment. It is said that a badge breath must be replaced. I am not very clear about this. I only remember the regulations on the management of this thing in the rules and regulations.

But what’s certain is that you’d better not even think about sneaking in.

Unless we can deal with all the defense forces on the entire sub-island silently! "

"How many defense forces are there on the island?" Harry asked instead.

Dimo's smile froze: "You"

Harry smiled casually: "I just want to find out."

"There are more than twenty people stationed there, and all of them maintain excellent combat effectiveness. Those with problems have been eliminated, such as me!"

As he spoke, he put his hand on his chest and smiled mockingly.

"So many?!" Harry was also shocked.

"There are many shifts every day, so it's not a place for people to stay," Dimo ​​explained.

Afterwards, Harry asked many more questions, which became increasingly sharp and pointed.

As these questions were asked and the wine bottle bottomed out, Dimo ​​was obviously half drunk, and his speech became more and more bold. He even kept asking Harry to give advice when answering those questions.

Even the detailed coordinates of the sea area where Azkaban is located, the striker's shift time, and the process were all disclosed to Harry one by one.

The violent anti-order flame in his heart grew stronger and stronger!

Time passed quickly, and with the huge clock ringing at twelve o'clock in the street, Harry finally stopped his questioning.

Dimo finally drank the remaining two drops of wine in the bottle, wiped his lips with his hand, and stamped the bottle towards the coffee table.

"When are we going to set off! Then we will release all the prisoners directly and let those politicians see the consequences of not giving them the death penalty!!"

"Us?" Harry looked at Demo, and before the other party could react, the wand popped out: "Forgotten -"

The next moment, an alarm bell rang in his heart, and he suddenly rolled to the side and picked up his wand.

"Bastard...bastard!!"

As he spoke, he raised his wand and raised his eyes again.

Another spell struck, and at the same time, thorns and vines appeared on both sides of him and suddenly wrapped around his arms, and he received an unprovoked punch on the back of his head.

"and many more!!"

He was tightly entangled, but he was mostly awake from the wine.

"You look down on me? You think I can't help?!" he roared.

"Forget all -" Harry did not give him an answer.

Then he slowly spoke: "I'm sorry, our purposes are so different. It's your business to do evil, but don't let me bear the responsibility.

I can't afford to lead someone down a path of no return. "

As he said that, in order to ensure safety, he cast another coma spell on the other party.

Then he moved it to the sofa.

After recovering the scene, he placed a small bag of galleons into a cabinet that looked like it had not been touched for a long time.

Perhaps by the time he discovers this reward in the future, the Azkaban incident will have already ended.

Later, the bottle of Dragon Blood Rum was also taken away.

Only then did he leave Diagon Alley.

When he returned to Hogwarts, it was already close to one o'clock in the morning. After quickly recording the information collected today, he couldn't wait to return to the dormitory. He fell into the big soft bed and felt a A feeling of fatigue invades the whole body.