Chapter 688: Minister of Magic Fudge's Help

He leaned back against the sofa, put his hands on the armrests of the sofa, and said lazily, "What happened these days?"

Harry and the others immediately gathered around. They sat on the sofa opposite George and said, "The day after you left, something big happened in the wizarding world."

"Voldemort's Death Eaters attacked Azkaban and released many dark wizards."

"All the Death Eaters who were loyal to Voldemort fled. Among them was Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's right-hand man, who tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom. , causing them to be permanently disabled."

"They really found a good time."

George frowned slightly. These Death Eaters had just seized the opportunity to go out. I don't know if it was a coincidence or something else.

"Is there any other news?" George looked at them and continued, "How did you know this news?"

Hermione said slowly, "Minister of Magic Fudge wrote you an emergency letter and sent it in a purple envelope. When you were not at home, Mrs. Soros just replied to you first and reassured Fudge."

Harry continued to add, "What we know is all revealed by Fudge in the letter. The specific news has not been disclosed in the news. The Ministry of Magic has blocked the news, waiting for you to come back and make up your mind. Fudge has been in the past few days. Several letters have been sent, all waiting for you to make a decision."

The day after George and Anna left, Fudge, Minister of Magic, sent an urgent letter of help through George's messenger. George happened to be away and could not be contacted, so Mrs. Soros had to reply to George and appease Fudge.

Over the past few days, Fudge is afraid that he is very anxious.

While they were talking, Grandma and Anna came out of the kitchen with silver plates.

"time to eat."

Anna waved to them with a smile.

"Okay, let's eat first, and we'll talk about other things later."

George sat up from the sofa and stretched again.

He ignored the concern on Harry's and their faces, walked straight to the dining table, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

He went out for several days and has not eaten a single meal until now.

The dishes came quickly, all of which he liked.

It can be seen that today's dishes are very rich considering that he has not eaten for a few days.

The long table was filled with various plates. The rich dishes made people very satisfied, but George's appetite made him not satisfied. He only ate half of the usual amount, and he put down the cutlery.

"Didn't you sleep last night?"

Seeing George's poor appetite, Anna asked softly, "Why don't you wait and rest for a while."

"I feel a little lazy, but it doesn't seem to be the reason for not sleeping well." George pondered for a while, "My appetite has indeed decreased, perhaps because of too much magic power."

The first meal after four days, but there is no feeling of hunger at all. It was even easier to fill his stomach, and he immediately had a reasonable guess.

The biggest change in him was naturally that he was on top of the snowy mountain, and with the help of magic, he devoured the magic power of the two phoenixes.

"Is it a good change?"

Anna asked softly, with deep concern in her eyes. George's previous actions were not a simple magic experiment. She couldn't help worrying about the changes brought about by that action.

"Probably, other than making my appetite smaller, the rest are good changes."

George's depressed expression, the abundance of magic is indeed a good change. His previous amazing appetite was also closely related to his huge consumption. The greater the consumption, the greater the need for energy and food.

And now, he has swallowed enough magic power from Phoenix.

For a while, his demand for energy and food has also been greatly reduced, and even his appetite for eating is much smaller.

Looking at George looking like he wanted to eat but couldn't,

The others all laughed softly.

"Then eat when you're hungry."

Anna said with a smile, "If your appetite becomes smaller, just try more of each."

"That's the only way." George reluctantly left the table.

After lunch, the grandmother gave George the letters for help that Fudge had sent.

George took the letters for help in purple envelopes, and he looked at them slowly.

Fudge's anxiety can be seen from the words between the lines.

The Azkaban thing seems to be serious. Otherwise, Fudge, who has always been weak, would not have sent urgent letters of help in a row.

But this is understandable, Azkaban has more than 100 people locked up, and there are many dark wizards in it. After these dark wizards were rescued by Voldemort, they had no choice but to join Voldemort.

With more than 100 dark wizards taking refuge in, this time, Voldemort's subordinates are no longer just a few Death Eaters. With the help of hundreds of people, Voldemort's actions in the dark have suddenly become more numerous.

But none of this affected George's mood.

In many minions, they are always just minions. When they reach the realm of him and Voldemort, those ordinary wizards are completely useless in battle.

As for other uses, that's not to mention. Voldemort is still oppressed in the corner by him, and the support of these dark wizards will not help Voldemort much.

Reading these letters, George slowly thought about the next response.

"Want to go out later?"

The grandmother asked with a calm face, "Fudge has been in a daze these days, and he's in a lot of urgency. He controls the news and doesn't let the news of Azkaban's attack spread, but he can't control it for long."

"From three days ago to this morning, Fudge's letter has been delivered every day. It can be seen that it is not easy for him, the Minister of Magic, to press such a big news."

George pondered for a moment, "It's not too bad a day. I'll wait for the messenger to make an appointment and go directly to Azkaban tomorrow."

It's not a comfortable experience to be home just now and have to deal with a bunch of troublesome things. He wouldn't rush to the Ministry of Magic, it would be a waste of his time.

After a little thought, he had decided that he had to go to Azkaban to see what was going on.

"You decide." Grandmother said gently.

George quickly wrote his reply and sent it by courier.

.....

the next day.

Azkaban is an island in the Dover Strait in the North Sea.

The island is an isolated island surrounded by water, about 50 kilometers away from the land, not too far. However, the waters here are densely covered with reefs and undercurrents, and there are usually no ships coming.