Chapter 1283 Avalon Prison (1)

Chapter 1283 Avalon Prison (I)

Surrounding the large group of Hogwarts students who had descended, there were dozens of wizards with solemn expressions, wearing standard black robes, holding wands and staring at them vigilantly.

Harry stared at the wizard who had warned him. He had a feeling that if he dared to make any more moves, he would probably attack him immediately.

It would be the same even if Professor Brian was present!
These wizards, with their iron-blooded and tough looks, immediately intimidated the young wizards. Even those children with unruly personalities became restrained in front of this group of people.

Where did the Ministry of Magic get such a group of elite personnel? !

Those students whose parents worked in the Ministry of Magic also stared at these people in surprise, completely confused about their origins.

"Don't worry, guys—"

Amosta walked towards this side with a calm expression and took out a piece of parchment from his arms.

"Mr. Blaine——"

The wizard who warned Harry seemed to be the leader here. He told the people around him to keep an eye on the children, and he walked towards Amosta.

Unlike most officials in the ministry, he couldn't help but show some servility after meeting Amosta.

Although the wizard in black robe looked respectful, there was clear vigilance in his eyes.

Even a student as perceptive as Hermione noticed that some of these black-robed strikers were pointing their wands at Professor Blaine.

"This is the permit signed by Minister Bones and I--"

Amosta handed the document to the oncoming wizard.

Harry found that after the wizard took the document and glanced at it, his nervous expression did relax a lot, but he still didn't completely relax.

"Excuse me, Mr. Blaine—"

The leading wizard had no intention of returning the document to Professor Brian. Instead, he looked at the wizards on his left and right. Then, a series of black magic detection props such as honesty probes and mirrors were brought up.

Under the surprised gaze of the little wizard, the guards took the detection props and greeted Professor Brian one by one.

After confirming that he was indeed himself, they all breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.

"According to the rules you and the Ministry have drawn up, no wizard is allowed to have a wand while entering Avalon Prison, so -"

The leading wizard said again.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air. The guards and the visiting wizards were all very nervous, but Professor Brian was very easy-going.

"certainly--"

Amosta smiled and handed over his wand without hesitation, then looked at the little wizards who were barely lined up.

"Everyone cooperate and hand over your wands. They will be returned to you after the tour is over."

This step took quite a bit of time.

Because when the guards took away their wands, they also checked them with dark magic detection tools.

“It’s really strict here!”

She couldn't help but say it when it was Harry's reliable Gryffindor teammate Arya Spinnet's turn.

"What you are about to visit is the most heavily guarded place in the entire European wizarding world—"

After examining Professor Brian, the guards became more relaxed. So, in response to Arya's questioning, the wizard who was examining her smiled and said.

While waiting in line, Harry finally had time to look around.

They were now in a "city wall" surrounded by three tall wooden walls, and the open side was a "port".

"I want to ask Ernie for that Galleon!"

Harry heard Seamus whispering excitedly to Neville,
"I guessed it right!"

Harry was looking at the tall wooden wall facing the port in amazement. Behind it, at an unknown distance, there was a tree towering into the sky. Harry turned his head and looked at the port. A single-decker oak boat was anchored there, swaying with the waves.

The ship was large and strange, with only a flat layer of wooden boards on board and no cabins or sails.

In the center of the lake, reflecting the sky, there was indeed a black spot faintly visible.

About half an hour later, the guards finished checking everyone. They didn't communicate too much with the visitors of Hogwarts. They just bowed to Professor Brian, took their wands, rode on the flying brooms on the side, and returned to the high wall.

call.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and the feeling of depression lingering in his heart did not dissipate until the group of people left.

"Oh, they're not going to 'escort' us to prison, Professor Blaine?"

The twin brothers also became active immediately, and George looked at the wizards patrolling on the city wall with great interest.

"Their purview is limited to this—"

Amosta said with a smile,
"They are not allowed to set foot in any area other than this."

"Are they all Aurors from the Ministry, Professor Blaine?"

Seeing that asking questions was not prohibited, Harry, who was very interested in the identities of these people, also raised his hand and asked.

"Yes, they do belong to the Ministry."

Amosta signaled the students to line up.
"After the Battle of Diagon Alley, a group of strikers who performed well in the war were selected. After asking for their opinions, these strikers became guards of Avalon Prison."

No wonder!
Harry understood.

No wonder these people are filled with a sharp aura; it turns out that they are strikers who have survived brutal wars.

Then, they followed Professor Brain and began to board the ship.

Judging from the size, although the ship is large, it is not large enough to ferry nearly half of the young wizards in Hogwarts.

But when the students began to board the ship, they found that their worries were unnecessary.

As more and more students boarded the ship, the deck area was expanded. When the last student got on board, there was still more than enough deck space under their feet, even enough for all the people on board to lie down without feeling crowded.

"Did you notice that, Harry?"

After boarding the ship, Professor Brian allowed them to move freely.

But Harry and Hermione had to fulfill their duties as prefects. They had to constantly remind the Gryffindor students to keep quiet and maintain order. Only occasionally when they got together, Hermione would raise her chin at Harry and signal him to look at the sky.

"what?"

Harry looked at the sky, which was as clear as a gray-blue curtain, with a misty look in his eyes.

But the next second, Harry reacted himself.

When they set out, it was raining in Hogwarts, but the sky here was not at all gloomy. It seemed that they were far away from Hogwarts.

but--
Harry looked at the horizon again and let out a light exclamation.

They had left Hogwarts at about half past five, and even if the time spent on shore being checked was taken into account, it could be no more than half past six now. Harry glanced at his watch and saw that this was indeed the case.

But here, the bright sunlight in the sky seems like that which only appears after eight o'clock in the morning on a summer day.

"It's really hot here—"

More and more young wizards noticed that something was wrong, and in the process of maintaining order, a student's unintentional remark made Harry notice something unusual again.

The temperature in the air was not high, but rather warm. However, the clothes they wore to cope with the cold and damp weather at Hogwarts made them feel a little hot.

Could it be that Avalon Prison is not in the UK?
This thought flashed through Harry's mind, and at this moment, the hull under his feet shook.

They started off.

(End of this chapter)