[HP]Aluet

On this day, the dark clouds in the sky were about to fall heavily.

It was probably going to rain.

I lowered my head and stared at my toes, and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the leaves jumping and flying on the ground as I walked forward step by step.

I didn't know how far I had walked, but I suddenly stopped and frowned.A leaf whirled lightly and settled at my feet.I lifted my foot and took a step forward, the leaves trembled a few times, and moved a little bit as if being lifted by the wind.

The surrounding air was sultry and humid, but there was no wind.

I bent down to pick up the leaf, squeezed it in my hand, and it was indeed no different from ordinary leaves.

"Hi."

I turned around.

"... Grindelwald?"

"Meet you again." He walked closer and gently pulled out the leaf in my hand, and the leaf instantly disappeared at his fingertips.

"You...why are you here? Aren't you unable to come to England?" I took a step back in doubt, still maintaining vigilance, but my heart was no longer as fearful as before.

"Who said that?" He sneered, but finally shook his head. "I'm not here, it's just my image—I need your help."

"My help? There's nothing I can do."

"On the contrary, Ashley, only you can help me with this matter." He raised his head slightly, his tone mixed with a very unobvious begging attitude, but it seemed that he was sure that I would help him, "Save someone."

I froze for a moment: "Who? How to save?"

"Jonas Heinrich."

I tried my best to search for this familiar name in my brain, and finally remembered: "Jonas...not what was said in the newspaper the day before yesterday...he killed a wizard and has been imprisoned..." I shook my head again and again, " I can't save a murderer, let alone I can't."

"No, no, no, he was framed, and the real murderer is someone else... Today's Ministry of Magic is usually very perfunctory about the interrogation step, no matter it is Germany or wherever, Britain is no exception." He squinted After a while, there was a cold light in the light-colored eyes, "As long as someone bears the crime, they will not be considered negligent."

"The Ministry of Magic also needs to be cleaned up." He muttered to himself.

In my impression, Heinrich will serve his life sentence in Azkaban. If he was wronged as Grindelwald said, it would be too miserable.

"But I can't save people from Azkaban, I don't have that ability, and it's crazy." I could only shake my head, expressing that I couldn't do it.

I think even if I have this ability, if I am found out, I don’t know what the consequences will be, not to mention... What I am most worried about is that Dumbledore will know. We all know how powerful he is. I don’t think my brain is closed. The spell can prevent his Legilimency, and what is even more terrifying is his ability. I may not even know when he is reading my thoughts-but I believe he does not often do so.

There seems to be nothing wrong with saving an innocent person.But for me, helping a prisoner escape from prison is still a bit unacceptable.

"Do you remember what I said to you? You haven't realized the power of Alouette. And I helped you realize this, and also helped you discover the most useful side of this power .Now, it's time for you to prove yourself." He turned his hands away, "You just need to do one thing - find a way to get Ogden to take someone to the place where Jonas is held, any insignificant person can be .The rest is up to him. You know how to use the Imperius Curse, don't you?"

I was shocked: "No, that's the Unforgivable Curse—"

"Don't put unnecessary pressure on others. The Imperius Curse will not have any serious impact on others. The person who is cast by the curse will neither feel pain nor be harmed. You are just temporarily using his identity as a favor for you." Isn't it?" He said very calmly, "The Ministry of Magic will confiscate the wand in advance, so only you can do this, use the Imperius Curse without a wand, and use other people to help you achieve your goal. As for how to make Deng Bleddore doesn't doubt you, it depends on your ability. I believe that as long as you don't leave anything behind, Dumbledore can keep you no matter what the Ministry of Magic thinks, after all... you are his student."

I lowered my eyes, pursed my lips and fell into deep thought, but contradictory thoughts kept clashing in my heart.

"Listen, Ashley, don't be obsessed with helping a prisoner escape from prison - when the so-called managers have problems, it is not wrong for anyone to take practical actions to correct them. But, everything depends on you." He said seriously, "I hope you can help, but if you really don't want to, it's completely understandable."

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that I stretched my brows belatedly.

It was like a stone was pressing on my heart, and I was almost out of breath. The already heavy mood in Japan during this period was even worse.

For a moment, I wished that I was not a descendant of the Alouette family at all, nor did I have any abilities different from ordinary people, so ordinary people might not be troubled by these things.

Then, Grindelwald will not know me, let alone ask me for help because of this matter today.

Similarly, Riddle may not take the initiative to have anything to do with me...

I staggered a step, quickly regained my footing, and kicked the branch that tripped me.

Then the matter continues to go back, maybe Mr. Kande doesn’t need to be entrusted by his father to take care of me, and his father doesn’t need to run around and hide his name because of the shitty things about Alouette, so that he still can’t come to see me...

Maybe my mother won't die either.

I only heard Mr. Cande mention that she died protecting me, but maybe I was too young at that time to have any impression.

I suddenly remembered my ring that I had lost for many years.

It's also possible... It's not that I don't have an impression, but that my memories of that time were sealed in the ring, or I forgot those because I lost the ring.

I feel very irritable.

I'm afraid I can't find that ring. With those memories, it will never belong to me again.

I always feel that Grindelwald must know something about my life experience, and even be familiar with my family - I can't think of any other way to learn so much about Alouette other than through them, but I don't know How to ask him.Even if I asked him, he might not tell me in detail, after all, if he wanted to talk, he would have already taken the initiative to mention it.

As for Heinrich's matter... Otherwise, go to the Ministry of Magic to test it out.I think.

"Hello, I would like to see Jonas Heinrich."

"No..." They will ask me what is my relationship with him, and most of them will have a record, so if he escapes successfully, I will be [-]% suspicious.

I propped my chin and sighed heavily.

If I have to go to Azkaban, it must not be said that I want to see him, but I don't know the other prisoners... Besides, whether minors need to be accompanied by a guardian is a problem, and I can't just go so recklessly up.

Just when I had no idea, I suddenly remembered that Orion had mentioned that his sister worked in the Ministry of Magic by accident.Instead of wasting it like this, I might as well ask him for a favor.But in this way, Orion knew about it. Originally, only Grindelwald and I knew it was the best.

...However, if it's Orion, there shouldn't be any problems.

Never mind, write him a letter.

[When are you free to go to the Leaky Cauldron these days?I have something to do with you. ]

"..." I looked at the two very blunt sentences I wrote in silence, but I didn't know how to change them.That's it... I tidied up the envelope and let the owl deliver it, got under the covers and closed my eyes.

The next morning the owl knocked on my window with a reply.

[Yes, three o'clock in the afternoon. ]

Concise and clear as expected.

I sat down at a random spot in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Good afternoon." While I was still staring blankly at the corner of a table in front of me, Orion walked around from behind me and sat down in front.I haven't seen him for a month and a half, and he has grown a lot taller, and his facial lines have become tougher, but somehow he doesn't feel as alienated as before.

"what's up?"

I didn't react much, and was stunned by his straightforward question for a few seconds.

"I haven't seen you for a month and a half, so that's the first sentence?" I couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a month and a half, and I wrote a letter suddenly to find me." He turned around and blocked my words with a joking tone.

"Okay." I said helplessly, "I have something to ask you. I remember you said before that your sister works in the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well, what happened?"

"Then do you know... what is the procedure to go to visit a prisoner in Azkaban?" I asked.

His face became a little serious: "What happened, acquaintance?"

I shook my head guiltily under his serious gaze.

"Not an acquaintance?" He frowned suspiciously, but unexpectedly, he did not continue to ask, but thought for a while silently, and then replied, "The Ministry of Magic will record your name in the file, and go to Visits will be monitored by Ministry staff."

"Can we communicate then?"

"Yes, but there is a time limit," he said. "Who do you want to see?"

I was hesitant to say it, but he soon noticed it: "How can I help you if you don't tell me?"

I took a deep breath: "Then don't tell others."

"Who can I tell?" He continued decisively before my voice fell.

"Okay—Jonas Heinrich." For a moment I had a feeling that I was too trusting of others.But I have no choice but to go through him. After all, I don't know about these things, let alone know which prisoners are in Azkaban.Moreover, Orion... he is really nice.I calmed down a little.

"Jonas Heinrich..." He said the name silently, "Do you know that he is related to Grindelwald?"

"……Maybe?"

"I don't know why you're going to see him, but he's dangerous, and if you don't have to—"

"Is it possible that he was framed?"

He shook his head: "Who would frame him? Offending Grindelwald is only bad for ordinary wizards, after all, only Dumbledore has the power to contend with him. What's more, he has not only entered Azkaban , Maybe you don’t know, he has been imprisoned in other European countries. There will be contacts and exchanges between the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Magic. Heinrich is indeed a dangerous person.”

I frowned.This seems to be completely different from what Grindelwald and I said... It can't be said to be different, because Grindelwald didn't tell me these things in detail.

"You shouldn't be able to see him. He has no family. If you go there, it will arouse suspicion. The Ministry of Magic will probably not approve you to go in. Maybe it will pay special attention to you."

"Then if... I use someone else's identity to visit another prisoner..." I thought.

"It's not impossible, but in this way, you need to choose a prisoner who is locked up on his upper floor, so as to have the opportunity to pass by the place where he is held, and just pass by."

"I understand."

"Are you going to do this?"

I nod.At least try it out this time.

Thinking of whose identity to use, I suddenly recalled Morfin Gunter.

"Where is Morfin Gaunt? What relations does he have?"

"No." Orion replied, "His father died three years ago, and one of his sisters also died very early—about ten years ago."

It seems almost nobody knows that Glop has a son, and there's no way I'm going as Tom Riddle.

It was Riddle again.I fidgeted and pushed the messy thoughts out of my mind.

In the end, Orion agreed to go back and ask me to see if he could get any useful information before contacting me.

a few days later.

"Name." The man with glasses in front of him asked without looking up.

"Whitney Beaton." I twisted my hanging fingers, my expression normal, "Ragan Beaton's daughter."

The quill in the man's hand flicked a few times quickly: "Okay, someone will take you over there." He looked up at my face indifferently, and I suddenly got goosebumps all over my body, and I even wanted to take a picture quickly Look in the mirror to see if you still look like Whitney Beaton, after all Polyjuice Potion has a time limit.

The wand was turned in for the time being, and I went to Azkaban under the leadership of a Ministry of Magic staff.

I raised my head, and a large cloud covered the place, with black dementors floating in the sky.Fortunately, I only trembled slightly, and then returned to normal.

We walked up the stairs, magic is not allowed here, and I felt a little out of breath before I finally reached the fourth floor.Heinrich was imprisoned on this floor.I looked to both sides along the dark corridor——the iron door reflecting light, the rusted iron railings, and the dripping pipes all made people feel a chill.

Not loud, not exactly quiet.Those prisoners seemed to be very tired, or they were sitting or lying against the corner of the wall—there were one or two people, lying on the door, scanning the outside world desperately and viciously with those dirty but bright eyes. By.They were all tormented by the dementors, and they were almost going crazy. The fresh air from the outside world stirred up the gloomy dead air here, and bunches of cold gazes mixed with various emotions fell on me. Returning to silence, they seem to be used to it, even the gaze with pitiful interest has become a kind of consumable, spending on me seems to take a lot of energy.

One of the men leaned against the wall, his shoulder-length hair covering half his face, and his dark blue eyes fell on me.Maybe it was because my eyes stayed on him for too long, and he raised a little extra energy to look at me.

I searched out the pictures of Heinrich I saw before in my mind, probably he was right, although I couldn't see it clearly.

Unfortunately, without giving me much time, I was taken to the fifth floor and went straight to the destination—Ragan Beaton's prison.

I was a little nervous. After all, Whitney was his daughter, and I didn't know him. It would be troublesome if I was found out.So before the Ministry of Magic employee opened the cell door, I planned not to communicate with him too much, just to try how strong Alouette’s soul power is that Grindelwald has been telling me—in short, no matter whether he He could sense something was wrong, as long as he could guarantee that he wouldn't disclose it to the Ministry of Magic staff, it would be fine.

"Why are you here?" It took me a lot of effort to hear exactly what Old Beaton's hoarse voice was saying.

"I'll come and see you." I said.

"You'll also want to see me?" He didn't know whether he was mocking himself or sneered, and finally closed his eyes and stopped talking.

I stood there for a long time, but he didn't move at all, and he didn't intend to open his eyes, as if he was asleep, but his brows were still furrowed.

It seems that I don't need to do anything.

I was in a hurry to leave, and I wanted to say hello to him, but in order not to show my flaws, it was better to take the opportunity to go quietly.

I turned around and walked out calmly. The staff of the Ministry of Magic who came with me saw me coming out, so they stepped forward to lock the door.

...Some things...you still have to try to be sure.

I stared straight into his eyes, trying to mobilize and amplify a certain thought of my own.However, it was not easy. I tried to stop all my behaviors, and even blinking would cause my consciousness to fluctuate.

But for the person in front of him, he really stopped what he was doing, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he stood there blankly as if possessed by some demon.

Amid the tension and fatigue, I vaguely sensed something wonderful in the air, as if the surrounding space suddenly became smaller, and I was not in it, but was isolated by an invisible barrier In addition, at this time, instead of feeling restricted, I felt a kind of indescribable ease and freedom.It's just that this feeling disappeared after a while.

I shuddered, stunned by the clutter that suddenly invaded my brain from all directions.The staff of the Ministry of Magic shook their heads, pushed the door in and locked it firmly, and by the way, they did not forget to slam the "window" on which the iron fence was exposed.

"Give him a breath." I opened the railing window again incomprehensibly.The staff member of the Ministry of Magic glanced at me, and took the lead to go down indifferently, and I followed closely.