Chapter 171 Sebastian Salu
"Patronus Charm?"
Harry remembered this spell. Before the decisive battle with Lanlock, the Order of the Phoenix was preparing to learn this spell.
Just...
Because he traveled through time and space, he never learned this spell.
The same goes for Occlumency.
But what he didn't know was that neither Cassandra nor Vivi seemed willing to teach him this spell.
Harry shook his head and said: "No, you know, before I returned to this era, I had just entered the sixth grade and had never been exposed to the Patronus Charm."
"That's it..."
Dumbledore nodded clearly and said: "I still recommend that you learn a few spells that can deal with Dementors. After all, these creatures are extremely evil. Generally speaking, there are only Patronus Charms..."
Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore saw a cluster of flames igniting on Harry's left and right hands.
The one on the left is the blue Gubulai fairy fire, and the one on the right is the dark fierce fire.
The expression clearly said, "Old principal, are you talking about the Gubulai Fairy Fire or the Li Fire?"
Dumbledore stared at the two flames and was silent for a moment.
Of course he knew that in addition to the Patronus Charm, Li Fire and Gublai Fairy Fire could also cause damage to Dementors.
"It never hurts to learn a few more spells, Harry."
He could only salute himself in this way.
Azkaban Prison is a prison located on a small island in the middle of the North Sea.
It was built in the 15th century and has been a British wizarding prison since 1718.
The island on which Azkaban was built has never appeared on any map, and its interior space has been magnified by magic.
But what the Ministry of Magic didn't expect was that this place had almost become the nest of dementors. This kind of creature can suck all the happiness out of its victims and have a very negative impact on those who are close to them.
The authorities considered destroying the fortress, but they feared retaliation from the island or its dementors, so the idea was not accepted.
Dumbledore and Harry apparated to the outskirts of Azkaban. At this time, the sky above Azkaban was covered with dark clouds, and the sea was cleared of turbid waves, making the lonely island on the sea even more eerie and terrifying. .
Seeming to see Harry's curiosity, Dumbledore smiled and explained to him: "The weather in Azkaban has always been like this. Harry, haven't you been here?"
Harry looked up at Dumbledore.
"A hundred years ago, I was a good student and professor who abided by the law. However, I have always been curious about Azkaban and why it became a prison for wizards."
"This is not a secret, Harry." Dumbledore nodded. "In fact, Azkaban was just a fortress at the beginning, in which lived the evil wizard who called himself Extis. This wizard liked to treat Muggles as slaves. Lure them to his island and torture them to death."
"That's so evil." Harry complimented in good time.
"Yes, after Extis died, the hiding spell he used on the fortress and the island failed. Only then did the Ministry of Magic know about the existence of such an island."
Dumbledore looked at the fortress in front of him with flickering eyes and continued to give Harry science.
"The island was abandoned for many years, and after the International Statute of Secrecy came into effect, it was found that it was impractical to use a small wizarding prison because prisoners trying to escape would often emit noticeable sounds, smells, and lights, so The Ministry of Magic begins planning to build a purpose-built wizarding prison on the remote Hebridean Islands."
"But in 1718, Damocles Rolle was elected Minister of Magic. He believed that instead of spending manpower and material resources building a prison, it would be better to use Azkaban as a prison, which would also allow the island's photographers to Ghost monsters serve as guards, which can reduce expenses even more.”
"Despite opposition, the plan was carried out. With few escapes and breaches of secrecy laws, Azkaban has continued to function as a prison ever since."
"That's all I know about Azkaban," Dumbledore said at last.
Harry suddenly said: "I heard an episode from Mr. Septimus."
"Mr. Septimus?" Dumbledore asked curiously, "Septimus Weasley?"
"Oh no, that's Gareth's son." Harry shook his head and said, "I'm talking about Septimus Malfoy. Counting it, he should be Lucius Malfoy's great-grandfather."
"So that's it..."
Dumbledore's curiosity was aroused, "It seems that you are very familiar with the Malfoy family? I remember that you are good friends with Miss Cassandra Malfoy of the Malfoy family, but according to my impression, a hundred years The Malfoy of the past was even more focused on blood than he is now... And when you went a hundred years ago, you were just an orphan from the Muggle world."
"This was not the case a hundred years ago, Professor Dumbledore." Harry said, "At least Cassandra's father, Mr. Septimus, was not an extreme purist."
"Why is that?" Dumbledore was even more curious. In his impression, the Dark Minister Septimus Malfoy and his son Ignatius Malfoy were both extremely pure-blooded. ists.
Harry's face darkened slightly.
It is very possible that the Malfoy family evolved into pure-bloodism because a mudblood, Yellow Hair, seduced their eldest daughter...
"Maybe it's because of Cassandra." Harry said, pretending to be okay. "You know, just like Aberforth hated an Austrian for seducing his brother and extended his hatred to all Austrians."
Dumbledore suddenly didn't feel very good.
Harry was also a total fanboy - but he didn't make the comparison on purpose, but subconsciously.
"Let's go upstairs," Dumbledore said. "Morfin Gaunt is locked up on the highest floor. There are some serious criminals in there, such as the most cruel and cruelest Death Eaters who followed Voldemort. The hopeless batch.”
When we walked into the castle, we were surrounded by several dementors.
There are no wizard guards in Azkaban, after all, no one is outrageous enough to want to work with dementors.
"I've come to visit Morfin Gaunt," said Dumbledore.
The dementors nodded as if they understood and looked at Harry again.
They were stunned for a long time, and suddenly, the leading dementor roared at Dumbledore.
"He is just a student at Hogwarts, not a dark wizard." Dumbledore explained to the dementors.
While explaining, he was still curious as to why Harry was considered a dark wizard.
The dementors were still making wailing movements, and they seemed to be whispering to each other.
After a while, the leader of the dementors came out and howled at Dumbledore again.
"What does he mean?" Harry asked. "He said you can go in, but they have to keep an eye on you." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he shook his head and joked: "I don't remember when the dementors in Azkaban became so dedicated."
"Maybe they just have nothing to do." Harry shrugged and said, "Maybe they are just greedy?"
Having said this, Dumbledore remembered the Sorcerer's Stone absorbed by Harry.
Could it be that the dementors were interested in the energy of the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's body?
However, the dementors only separated one from behind who looked stronger, and followed the two of them step by step.
"Come up with me, Harry." Dumbledore said, climbing up the stairs and leading Harry to the upper level of the castle.
The interior space of Azkaban was much larger than it looked from the outside. Walking all the way to the seventh floor, Harry followed Dumbledore to a spacious room like a hall.
On both sides of the room were rows of cells that looked like they hadn't been repaired for a long time.
Dumbledore seemed to see Harry's doubts and said to him: "No one wants to come here to repair the cell... You know, those who were ordered to go to Azkaban refused to talk about their time in Azkaban after coming here. What was found inside, and the least horrifying part of it, was that the place had become a dementor's haven."
"I'm a kid too, Professor." Harry looked at the cell next to him, and the slovenly man in the cell suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.
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The man seemed shocked, but only for a moment before he lowered his head again.
He muttered a name in a voice that only he could hear.
Harry didn't pay attention, as Dumbledore said in his ear: "But you are different from ordinary people, Harry."
They continued walking forward, and after passing several cells, they suddenly heard a witch's strange laughter, as if the owner of the sound was extremely mentally disturbed.
"What was that little episode you mentioned before?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry snorted and replied: "I remember Mr. Septimus once told me that Minister Edrich Diggory in the 18th century witnessed the horrific scenes inside Azkaban Prison after inspecting it. He began to look for alternatives to Azkaban - at least removing the dementors as guards."
"Unfortunately, however, Edric died of dragonpox in 1747, and no one has mentioned an alternative to Azkaban since then."
"What do you think, Professor?" he asked Dumbledore, raising his head.
"I think Azkaban fulfills its duties as a prison very well," said Dumbledore, "but I also think that for some crimes it is not appropriate to throw certain prisoners here and let them be photographed. Ghosts torment them.”
"I also feel that no matter how impregnable the fortress is, it will eventually break down on its own." Harry said with a hint: "The current dementors seem to be temporarily taking orders from the Ministry of Magic, but who can To ensure that they will not betray? If they defect to Voldemort, won't these Death Eaters in prison become accomplices in helping Voldemort endanger the world?"
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore stopped.
"I said nothing, Professor."
Harry said, looking towards the prison in front of them.
In the prison, a short man was huddled in the corner; Harry looked along the only light that came in through the small skylight above. The man looked similar to Marvolo Gaunt, both were rude and looked like A face like an old monkey.
"This is Morfin Gaunt." Dumbledore gestured to the Dementor beside him.
As the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, he still had some privileges. The Dementor stepped forward and helped Dumbledore open the prison door.
The two walked into the prison, and the old man who was hunched on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.
"Morfin Gaunt." Dumbledore sat on the stone bench next to the prison and motioned for Harry to sit with him.
Morfin straightened his back slightly, opened his dim old eyes, and asked hesitantly and carefully: "Are you..."
Years of torture in Azkaban have smoothed his edges, and he is no longer as irritable and irritable as before, but appears somewhat reserved and humble.
"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore replied.
"Dumbledore? Merlin..."
Two lines of tears flowed from Morfin's eyes, "Then this...this..."
"This is Harry Potter," Dumbledore replied.
Upon hearing this name, Morfin's eyes suddenly burst into color.
Harry Potter?
"I came here this time to ask you something, Mr. Gaunt." Dumbledore said softly: "About your nephew, Merope Gaunt's son, Tom Riddle."< br>
"Why did you mention that bastard?" Morfin asked angrily, and then he realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and he quickly relaxed his expression, "Sorry, Principal Dumbledore, I..."
"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore didn't want to make any excuse for Tom: "What I want to know is where the portrait of your Gaunt family, the portrait of Ominis Gaunt, was placed by Tom Riddle. ”
Morfin recalled.
"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore." He whispered: "I... I only remember that the bastard came to my home and talked to me about Riddle House. I don't remember what happened after that. - and then I was captured in Azkaban.”
"Can you provide us with your memories?" Dumbledore suddenly asked, taking out a small bottle from his arms.
Morfin nodded, and Harry took out a spare wand from his pocket and handed it to Morfin.
Morfin took the wand, put it against his temple, pulled out a silver thread, and placed it in the bottle.
"This is all I remember of that day, Professor Dumbledore - I was accused of killing the Riddles, but I absolutely did not..."
Morfin whispered: "I hope you can get to the bottom of it and get me out of this damned place - or you can get me out now."
"You mean, bail you out?" Dumbledore put away the bottle.
"Yes." Morfin nodded and said. After he said this, he looked at Harry again: "Mr. Potter - I remember that you and my uncle Ominis Gaunt are good friends, right? Can you, Can you..."
Harry said nothing.
"I know, I know where Mr. Saru is."
Morfin suddenly said: "I know which cell Mr. Sebastian Salu is in!"
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(End of chapter)