Chapter 2 Administrator’s Desire

"You damn Death Eaters! Get up and eat!" Paul's heavy footsteps came closer and closer, and the curses in his mouth became clearer.

He had to face dementors and a large number of prisoners who had lost their souls every day, and his whole person felt tired and numb from the inside out.

The keychain jingled and automatically opened the small window on the iron door. From the pocket floating next to Paul, several moldy pieces of bread flew out and entered the cell.

For the prisoners who had not lost their souls, Paul would use the most vicious words to humiliate them, and then throw them a few extra pieces of bread as if giving alms.

Paul looked at the wizards who had lost their minds and sighed heavily. In fact, he is almost like a prisoner. At best, he is outside.

"Go, tidy up the room, and wash the clothes for me." Paul saw Rogge, and unknown anger rose in his heart. How could he receive a notice from Hogwarts and leave here? He has worked hard for many years and still has no end in sight.

He sent his resignation application to London several times and was rejected each time. The reason for the rejection was simple: he had deserted during the war. If you don't want to be held accountable, just be the administrator of Azkaban.

"Okay, sir." Roger lowered his head and slid past the wall. Paul was the king here. If it makes him angry, confinement is considered a light sentence.

"Notice!" Roger walked into the office with a broom, which was once again messed up by his failed potion. Roger closed the door gently and secretly opened Paul's drawer.

There are some rusty pocket watches and exquisite necklaces inside, all left by wizards who died in Azkaban. Rogge slowly turned over the pages and took out a letter from the innermost part.

The front of the parchment envelope reads: To Roger Travis, Azkaban Castle C2, North Sea.

Roger turned it over and uncovered it, took out the letter paper inside and chanted in a low voice.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore;

Dear Mr. Travis:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Sincerely, Vice-Principal Minerva McGonagall

"Damn little Death Eater, little thief, what are you doing!" Paul kicked open the door and rushed in. He looked at Rogge with a grin, and the warning spell he had set was indeed triggered by this kid.

"Come quickly!" Paul waved the magic spell and the notice flew into his hand.

"You want to, right? You want to leave here, right? Want to go to Hogwarts, right?" He smiled ugly and tore the letter into pieces in front of Roger.

"Go? Why don't you go?" Paul ran over in a few steps and slapped Roger in the face. Rogge was slapped to the ground, and red blood came from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn little thing, just stay here for me. I haven't left Azkaban, and you want to leave? Huh, just go and have your dream!"

"I tell you, I saved you! I raised you from such an old age! From today on, you are not allowed to see Jessica. Also, I will starve you for three days! Don't dare to do it again next time If you do this, I will feed you to the dementors!"

Rogge suppressed the anger in his heart and the hatred in his eyes, and looked at Paul with a cry: "Sir, I have a way to get you out of Azkaban."

"You? Who do you think you are!" Paul punched him again, grabbed his rags and lifted him into the air.

"Sir, you can listen to it. If you think it is false, then put me in solitary confinement."

"Hmm~" Paul paused, scratching his head with few hairs left, thinking.

"Tell me."

Rogge was thrown to the ground and sat there holding on to the wall.

"My lord, if you want to leave here, you must not go to the Ministry of Magic. But you can go to someone who can influence the Ministry of Magic."

"Hey, you mean Dumbledore? Little guy, after all, you still want to leave here alone."

"It's not Dumbledore, it's Miss Rita Skeeter." Roger saw Paul's clenched fist and quickly said the person's name.

"Rita?" Paul looked at Roger in confusion, who is this?

"My lord, you have a copy of the Daily Prophet in your office."

"Hey, I didn't expect your mother to teach you how to read. The damn owl came once more than ten years ago and never came again."

Roger looked at Paul who was looking for the newspaper and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you mean?" He took out the yellowed newspaper, which published the news about the magic world's victory over the mysterious man.

"Yes, that's Rita from the Prophet. She is a celebrity, and her words and her reports are very powerful. Just tell her that the Ministry of Magic has imprisoned an innocent child in Azkaban, and she will definitely report it."

"Then what?" Paul didn't understand the meaning of doing this. In his opinion, telling the Daily Prophet was better than writing a letter to Dumbledore.

"My Lord, Miss Rita will help us criticize the Ministry of Magic. As long as it causes an uproar, the Minister of Magic will definitely transfer you away from here."

"Transferred? I'm afraid they will fire me directly!"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Think about it, Miss Rita will sell the newspaper a lot with your news. She will definitely thank you heavily. When you have a lot of money, why do you care about the Ministry of Magic?"

"Hey...let me think about it." Paul threw Roger into the dark room. He walked around the office thinking about whether he could do this.

If the news is told to Dumbledore, the matter will only be resolved calmly. The Ministry of Magic might turn this into a scandal and throw him into Azkaban for dereliction of duty and desertion.

If you sell the information to the Daily Prophet, you will definitely make a lot of gold galleons. When you have money, where else would you go than here? Only a ghost would want to stay here and count the stars with the dementors.

As for telling the Ministry of Magic, Paul smiled disdainfully. Those weak and money-grubbing fools would never come here at all.

"Repair it as good as before." Paul waved his magic wand, and the damn kid's method actually worked.

He clenched his fists in excitement, and his black handprints stuck to the envelope. The school badge above is still so nostalgic.

The golden lion on a red background (Gryffindor), the bronze eagle on a blue background (Ravenclaw), the black badger on a yellow background (Hufflepuff) and the silver snake on a green background (Slytherin); as well as the Hogwarts school motto : Do not disturb the sleeping dragon.

"The Sorting Hat should have sorted himself into Hufflepuff instead of Gryffindor." Paul complained. He, a deserter, looked more like an ordinary and ordinary little badger than a courageous lion.

Paul spread the yellowed parchment on the table. He had not written for many years and did not know how to write.

"A child, even though his parents were Death Eaters, was thrown into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic for eleven years. He never saw the sun, had no new clothes, and was in the company of dementors all day long." Paul said crookedly. He wrote that once this letter gets into Rita's hands, it will definitely become a sensation in the entire magical world!

"No, it's going to be shattered!" Paul nodded firmly and wrote down everything he knew about the situation.

"Thank you, old Barty! Thank you, dear Principal Dumbledore!" Paul handed the letter to his owl and waved his fist excitedly as he watched the black spots disappear.

The new life at Hogwarts is recorded by the Book of Admission and written by the Pen of Acceptance. All the principal had to do was sign his name and have the school owl mail it.

Paul knew with his toes that Dumbledore's quill must have signed automatically, otherwise he himself would have come to Azkaban to save people.

"It's not a good thing if magic is too convenient." Paul crossed his legs on the table comfortably and played with Roger's notice. With a flick, it was thrown into the deep drawer again.

"But since we are going to make some big news, the little thing should be a little more miserable." Paul thought of something and picked up the key.

Modified the description of Rita, I first wrote it according to the movie actors