Chapter 158: Peter Pettigrew's Prison Escape

Bella finally gained everyone's understanding.

The existence of [Heart Wall] made everyone except Bajir and Ariana let go and taught her a lesson in turn.

Her body passed through the emerald fence in the forest like a rag, and with the broken branches and leaves, she fell back to the rocky coast, next to a tidal pool.

Everyone came to this natural fish tank one by one and sat together by the stones.

Clusters of colorful sea anemones sway endlessly in the water, and starfish stick motionless to the rocks and in the cracks. A small black eel covered with white stripes shuttles among the green aquatic plants, waiting for the return of the sea.

Bella looked very embarrassed, her brown hair was full of broken leaves and dust, but she didn't have any scratches on her body. She quietly changed her position to better appreciate the fish tank.

At this moment, in the middle of the North Sea in another world.

This island is hidden in the Muggle world and cannot be plotted on maps. It is surrounded by three bone-white walls.

Looking down from above, these three walls form a triangle.

In the center of the triangle, where the island was originally located, tombs were built.

This is Azkaban.

The prison in the British magical world has a magic spell to expand the space in each wall, thus accommodating a large number of dementors and criminals.

Dementors are non-beings and dark creatures, considered the ugliest things in the world.

They feed off people's happiness and therefore cause those who are close to them to feel depressed and hopeless.

It can also absorb people's souls and turn them into a state of walking zombies, leaving only an "empty shell".

Therefore, dementors are also said to be "devils that take in other people's souls."

They should have been exterminated, but due to the existence of right and wrong, they could not be destroyed and could only be expelled with the Patronus Charm.

Dementors have no real allegiance, but will join those who can get them more human victims.

And these criminals are the victims.

The monsters cleverly serve as jailers, limiting their reproduction and trapping them in the middle of the uninhabited North Sea.

At the same time, the salary of recruiting jailers was saved.

They keep prisoners in despair and the most painful memories all the time, leading them to go insane.

Let there be almost no need for wizards to watch over it.

House elves also rely on house elves for food, water, a change of prison uniforms, cleaning of the bathroom and other chores.

The elves, who have the consciousness of serving wizards engraved in their blood, are more resistant to the dementors' desperate stance than the wizards. Even if the consciousness is confused, it can still complete the tasks assigned by the master.

So wizard jailers do not exist in the British wizarding world.

But now, there is an additional small room on the highest floor of the Triangle Prison, next to the window-side cell.

The warm fireplace, warm yellow chandelier, comfortable sofa, and elegant long table make it extra luxurious compared to a prison cell.

What's even more unexpected is that there are two wizards here, one fat and one thin.

Their costumes and the constant presence of their wands showed that they were not prisoners.

But a rare wizard jailer.

Since Damocles Rolle was elected Minister of Magic in 1718, he used Azkaban as a prison and let the dementors on the island act as guards, and returned to his historical position.

The fat jailer yawned and picked up a piece of candied pineapple. "Steven, we are so unlucky that we need to work in this inhospitable place."

The thin man nodded, "Yes, Spico. It's all Peter Pettigrew's fault."

"After Sirius escaped from prison, everyone knew that Azkaban was not an iron-clad wall against Animagus."

The fat jailer answered: "Yes. As long as they turn into animals, they will not be affected by dementors."

"This also leads to us needing to work here - hand-feeding Peter a bottle of confusion potion every day."

"Watch him drink it and take up residence next to his cell, supervising."

"Running Gorgon! How can there be magic like Animagi in this world!"

The thin man shook his head, "As I see it, it's all the fault of the master above."

"Now the quality of senior officials in the Ministry of Magic is getting worse and worse. Front-line Aurors need to have five N.E.W.Ts certificates, and the results cannot be lower than 'good'. They must also go through a series of strict character and intelligence tests in the Auror Office test."

"And high-ranking officials only need to be good people. They can use a physical guardian angel."

"No, maybe not yet."

"Like Fudge, he is just a good writer and good at putting on a show, and he always endorses Dumbledore."

"If Dumbledore was the minister, why would we need to work here?"

"He can do it with just one magic spell."

"How brave!" The fat jailer's sleepiness was driven away, "Is this what you can say?"

"If you want to die, stay away and don't spill blood on me!"

The fat jailer's voice was too loud, and the sound of waves lapping against the wall made them ignore the crisp sound of falling water.

A thin gray mouse, wrapped in a vaguely outlined figure, fell into the gray sea water.

——

Another four days passed in the blink of an eye.

This is a huge piece of driftwood.

Its roots stretched out on the blue lake, like countless thin legs of a huge pale spider.

The body of the 'Spider' is covered with a huge palace.

This is a palace in France owned by Nick Flamel.

It is built in a private forest that is not mapped, cannot be observed by Muggles, and cannot even be found by most wizards.

Today, Lemei wants to teach how to mobilize the essence of water to repair the body.

"Water is the origin of all things, which means that all things originate from water and return to water. No matter how different the properties of all things in the world are and how diverse their changes are, they always come from the same origin and return to the same origin, which is water."

"The first life on earth was also born in the primitive ocean billions of years ago."

Flamel was crawling beside the branch, his slender fingers submerged in the water.

"So, water also has unparalleled vitality. All we have to do is mobilize it."

"Follow its breath."

His hand began to slide in extremely small steps, but surprisingly, the water surface was extremely smooth without any ripples.

Flamel seemed to have become a part of the water now. Even if he closed his eyes, Bagir's keen senses would not be able to catch it.

Therefore, Bagir observed extremely carefully.

But Ariana and Fleur didn't.

The day before yesterday, Furong was also given a mark and allowed to enter the [Dream Kingdom].

The two of them happened to bump into each other inside.

This has undoubtedly brought them closer, and even now, they still talk about girls' whispers.

Neither did the Dumbledore brothers.

Aberforth had been sitting under a parasol ten feet away from them.

As for Dumbledore, he listened carefully at first, but three minutes ago, he suddenly frowned.

Although Bagir was paying attention, his spirit was more immersed in Flamel's actions.

However, a sound of music coming from far away destroyed the harmony between Flamel and the water.

Everyone looked towards the direction where the music was coming from.

That's the sun.

In the orange sun, the crimson-gold phoenix brought with it its ethereal, ethereal and mysterious voice.

Its teleporting altitude cleverly overlaps with the sun, making it seem like a three-legged sun bird descending into the mortal world.

The three Dumbledore brothers and sisters with Phoenix blood discovered it in advance.

As the master, Dumbledore may have been earlier.

It's undoubtedly Fox.

Barzil instantly understood the reason for Dumbledore's frown three minutes ago.

Its shining golden claws landed on Dumbledore's arm, and a piece of parchment appeared in his hand accompanied by golden-red flames.

Dumbledore's penetrating blue eyes swept away.

He took a deep breath and said, "I think we need to return to England early."

Flamel took his hand out of the lake. It was extremely dry and not stained by water. He frowned slightly, "Why? According to the plan, isn't it tomorrow?"

Dumbledore's eyes darkened, "Peter ran away, 4 days ago."

"But I only know now. There are no reports on the market mentioning this."

He once thought that even though he was far away in France, he could still know all the big and small things happening in Britain.

But he didn't.

"I made a mistake."

"Fudge is indeed stupid, incompetent and short-sighted."

"But he is undoubtedly a genius in how to secure the position of minister and whitewash the situation."

Aberforth sneered and couldn't help but start mocking, "You always think you can control everything, you are self-righteous and superior."

"But now? Just a Fudge?"

Dumbledore ignored it, and his expression only became more serious, "That is to say, I can't guarantee now whether Tom, who has the Resurrection Stone, is really unlucky. The Resurrection Stone that Tom has is really only at the level I guessed. "

"Azkaban's protection for Peter is very complete."

"With his magic, even with a wand, there's no way to escape."

"But reality"

"The question is why Peter? And not Bella?"

He fell into a brief silence.

Flamel guessed, "Your guess about the Resurrection Stone should be correct."

"The strength of the undead summoned by the Resurrection Stone may be really limited. There is even a limit on the number."

"Voldemort can only ensure that his Animagus slave can escape from prison smoothly."

"Maybe." Dumbledore's eyebrows slightly relaxed, "But I must also return to England to investigate in person."

"Well," Flamel shrugged, "I also have a house in London."

"Albus, put down the phoenix. Let Fawkes rest."

"You guys come with me."

He led the way to the other side of the balcony.

The wand struck the smooth, pale tree.

A downward tunnel appeared in front of them.

There are no lamps in the corridor, but are illuminated by a paint painted on the wall that emits warm sunlight.

After walking forward for about ten minutes, the road under my feet began to level out.

A huge room appeared in front of them.

One hundred Hagrids can be crammed into it.

But the room was empty and very empty.

There was only a large, elegant round rug in the empty room.

Flamel stopped in front of the carpet, "You just step on the carpet."

“It leads to my property in London.”

After everyone stood up, Flamel looked at Bagir.

"I know you have an excellent memory."

"You should have remembered everything I just said. Albus will probably send you directly to Hogwarts."

"When you get there, remember to try more at the Black Lake."

"That ancient lake contains unimaginable vitality."

Bajir nodded.

Flamel looked at Fleur again, "You are my nominal disciple."

"But I haven't learned much, and I still have Veela blood."

"My arrangement for you was to always follow Perenal and me to protect you."

"Since you have chosen to go to Hogwarts, don't relax."

"There are many wizards who look down on my heritage and will focus on you. Your bloodline will make them look down upon you. Remember to take advantage of this contempt."

"Equip yourself with knowledge."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "She is going to Hogwarts. The safest place in the world."

"What's more, I'm still here. No one dares-"

Flamel, "A Hogwarts with a basilisk and a Dark Lord invasion?"

"Did you take care of the intruders outside Granger's cave not long ago (Bajir looked at Flamel in surprise)?"

"Don't believe Dumbledore's stupid words. His main target now is Ariana."

"Unless you're inseparable from her, that statement of his will be undermined."

"I suggest you stay with Bajir more often. He is not what he seems."

Dumbledore wanted to say something more.

But Flamel didn't give him this chance. As the wand waved, silver light burst out from the edge of the carpet.

The space in front of me was transformed, and the world was spinning.

In the next second, everything in front of them changed from Flamel and the empty room to a blue swimming pool and a huge single-door glass window with the same height.

The smoke of London's fireworks and the sound of cars starting appeared one by one.

"Are we arriving in London now?" Ariana blinked her big eyes.

"Here we are." Dumbledore nodded, "I can't admit it wrong. There is a scar on my left knee, which is a complete map of the London Underground."

"Fox——"

He had just wanted Fawkes to take Fleur and Ariana to Hogwarts.

But the next second, his eyes turned to Bajir, whose hands had unconsciously wrapped around the shoulders of Fleur and Ariana.

Murderous intent burst out in his blue eyes.

But Dumbledore still suppressed his desire to cut the boy in front of him into pieces.

Around this boy, his emotions are completely incapable of control and will always tend towards a more rational direction.

"Bajir, I know you have a way to get to Hogwarts."

"Take them with you, don't let me—"

However, his words were not finished yet.

With a sound of falling water, the air rippled, and the three figures disappeared in front of him.

"Haha." Aberforth mocked in a dry, emotionless tone, "You made a mistake again."

"Who would wait for orders from a bad old man?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"That's great! I'll always remember that look on your face."

"This will be the best scene of my life."

After Bargeer left, Dumbledore's anger finally began to burn vigorously.