Chapter 559
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Under the quilt was another quilt, and under that was a tattered plank bed.
The prisoner is missing and something has happened.
Barton immediately notified the other guards on duty in the nearby sea area, and then went to the cemetery to find the leader of the dementors.
"I—I didn't dare to get too close. After I finished talking to it—that there were prisoners running away, it—they floated outside."
Faced with a group of horrible creatures with rotting bodies under the cloak, no facial features and only a hole in the whole face, this young man seems to have not recovered.
No wonder it was not affected. It turned out that it was looking for the prison escape fanatic-Sirius Black.
Umbridge's voice became a little louder, "Barton, if you have nothing to add, then step back."
"I—I have." Button stammered out another thing.
Since his rotation here, he always heard Sirius muttering something when he was patrolling during the day.
Occasionally heard at night, the content is almost all a repeated sentence.
"What is it?"
"He - he said he - he said he was at Hogwarts."
"Who is he?"
"I—I don't know."
Fudge took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Luckily he sent a newspaper to pass the time, damn Blake dared to repay him like that.
A Death Eater is a Death Eater after all, and will never become obedient or obedient.
"Minister Fudge, we next—"
"Search! Search the entire Beihai! Dead or alive!"
Scrimgeour quickly arranged personnel, and led the team to leave under the watchful eyes of all senior officials.
But nothing was found until dawn.
Umbridge whispered to Fudge,
"Minister, we locked him up for 12 years, and even with a magic wand, he couldn't escape very far."
He had a cold face, as if he was suppressing his anger,
"Would the felon who used the Blasting Charm to destroy half a street corner and kill 12 innocent Muggles have a detailed escape plan?"
"This..." Scrimgeour, who came back to report, looked at each other in dismay with the senior officials.
Nearly 300 years of zero chance of escape.
Umbridge's big eyes spun half a circle, "I see!
Minister, the reason why he managed to escape from Azkaban must be because he contacted outside helpers! "
The helpers of the Death Eaters are, of course, Death Eaters.
"Keep looking!" Fudge's expression turned extremely pale,
"All personnel must be dispatched to find Black within today!
If you can't find it—" He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart,
"If you still can't find it today, you know exactly what will happen."
It's not about Voldemort returning to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, or a 50-year-old diary opening the Chamber of Secrets.
Sirius Black is a felon, a Death Eater who kills without batting an eyelid.
If you try to hide it, no matter whether you catch people back in the end, it will be irresponsible to the safety of the people.
The bottom line given by Fudge is that one day, for the headlines of the major newspapers tomorrow morning, the entire British Ministry of Magic must act.
Under the icy sea breeze, officials who usually stay in the office appeared in Beihai one by one.
Except for the members of the Department of Mysteries and the Wizengamot, all the remaining 300 employees of the Ministry of Magic arrived.
They searched nautical mile by nautical mile, and even the Kraken, which lives in the deep sea, alarmed a few.
The frontline dementors returned to Azkaban collectively when they were about to reach the coast.
Fudge's heart sank when he saw them.
Wizards rely on mana to track, Muggles rely on eyes and technology.
And dementors can smell any emotion of human beings from far, far away.
Although they lack a physical nose, their tracking abilities are unquestionable.
All night long, swimming to shore without magic?
The sea area where Azkaban was located was not recorded on the map, and it was difficult enough to find the right direction in the vast sea, not to mention that the food of the prisoners was notoriously poor, and they could barely starve to death.
Fudge looked suddenly at Umbridge, who was approaching with his lunch box.
"Minister, you..." Her voice was trembling, possibly because of the dementor.
"Dolores, you said this morning that Blake had help?"
Umbridge seemed relieved, "Minister, you know that quite a few Death Eaters have escaped trial."
One group was headed by Malfoy and Nott, and the other group was said to be newly acquired by the dead ghost Voldemort.
If the news from the Japanese Ministry of Magic is true, there is a high probability that Sirius' assistant will be the latter.
The former is of course also possible.
But the final judgment of the wizard card will be the day after tomorrow. Unless they are desperate, they will never pick this sensitive time point.
"He's at Hogwarts..." Fudge murmured.
"Bring me the newspaper from that day!"
The press director of the minister's office logistics quickly took it out.
The headline is the Wesley family traveling in Egypt, and the photo is their family portrait.
Nothing special, and there is no mention of Hogwarts between the lines.
The newspaper was turned inside out twice and then put down.
"Could it be Harry?" Fudge clenched the newspaper tightly in his hand.
Since the fall of Voldemort, the once arrogant Death Eaters have been like headless chickens.
It is not surprising that Sirius blamed Harry for his imprisonment, and the reason for his escape may even be revenge.
Umbridge was terrified.
If something happens to the savior, they're all screwed.
"Minister, we must protect Harry Potter!"
She is the newly appointed Senior Undersecretary, the first choice for the Ministry of Magic to take the blame.
Fudge tightened his suit jacket, "Rufus, send a team of Aurors to secretly guard Privet Drive."
The dementors returned without success, and the rest of the day was hopeless.
Preparing for the worst is the most important thing right now.
"Yes!" Scrimgeour hurried away.
Of course, the search operation cannot be abandoned before the situation turns bad.
Dementors are allowed into the Muggle world, but only if they don't cause a stir.
Amnestics from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters are on standby for any Muggles who discover the wizarding world.
After all departments entered a state of emergency, Fudge, who had just returned to the Ministry of Magic, was still not in the mood for lunch.
In the more than three years since he took office, he has seen all kinds of storms.
Quirrell, who tried to get the idea of the Philosopher's Stone, became very clever, and Lockhart, who was about to make the final trial, was not in a good mental state.
All the witch slags were resolved smoothly, and the wizard card will soon come to an end.
The alarmed Kraken has already left the British mainland. As long as Sirius is captured, everything will return to calm.
an hour passed,
Two hours passed.
In the evening, he ate something casually, and Fudge became more and more irritable as he waited.
"Damn Black!" he couldn't help cursing.
Time seems to pass very slowly today.
……
……
The prisoner is missing and something has happened.
Barton immediately notified the other guards on duty in the nearby sea area, and then went to the cemetery to find the leader of the dementors.
"I—I didn't dare to get too close. After I finished talking to it—that there were prisoners running away, it—they floated outside."
Faced with a group of horrible creatures with rotting bodies under the cloak, no facial features and only a hole in the whole face, this young man seems to have not recovered.
No wonder it was not affected. It turned out that it was looking for the prison escape fanatic-Sirius Black.
Umbridge's voice became a little louder, "Barton, if you have nothing to add, then step back."
"I—I have." Button stammered out another thing.
Since his rotation here, he always heard Sirius muttering something when he was patrolling during the day.
Occasionally heard at night, the content is almost all a repeated sentence.
"What is it?"
"He - he said he - he said he was at Hogwarts."
"Who is he?"
"I—I don't know."
Fudge took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Luckily he sent a newspaper to pass the time, damn Blake dared to repay him like that.
A Death Eater is a Death Eater after all, and will never become obedient or obedient.
"Minister Fudge, we next—"
"Search! Search the entire Beihai! Dead or alive!"
Scrimgeour quickly arranged personnel, and led the team to leave under the watchful eyes of all senior officials.
But nothing was found until dawn.
Umbridge whispered to Fudge,
"Minister, we locked him up for 12 years, and even with a magic wand, he couldn't escape very far."
He had a cold face, as if he was suppressing his anger,
"Would the felon who used the Blasting Charm to destroy half a street corner and kill 12 innocent Muggles have a detailed escape plan?"
"This..." Scrimgeour, who came back to report, looked at each other in dismay with the senior officials.
Nearly 300 years of zero chance of escape.
Umbridge's big eyes spun half a circle, "I see!
Minister, the reason why he managed to escape from Azkaban must be because he contacted outside helpers! "
The helpers of the Death Eaters are, of course, Death Eaters.
"Keep looking!" Fudge's expression turned extremely pale,
"All personnel must be dispatched to find Black within today!
If you can't find it—" He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart,
"If you still can't find it today, you know exactly what will happen."
It's not about Voldemort returning to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, or a 50-year-old diary opening the Chamber of Secrets.
Sirius Black is a felon, a Death Eater who kills without batting an eyelid.
If you try to hide it, no matter whether you catch people back in the end, it will be irresponsible to the safety of the people.
The bottom line given by Fudge is that one day, for the headlines of the major newspapers tomorrow morning, the entire British Ministry of Magic must act.
Under the icy sea breeze, officials who usually stay in the office appeared in Beihai one by one.
Except for the members of the Department of Mysteries and the Wizengamot, all the remaining 300 employees of the Ministry of Magic arrived.
They searched nautical mile by nautical mile, and even the Kraken, which lives in the deep sea, alarmed a few.
The frontline dementors returned to Azkaban collectively when they were about to reach the coast.
Fudge's heart sank when he saw them.
Wizards rely on mana to track, Muggles rely on eyes and technology.
And dementors can smell any emotion of human beings from far, far away.
Although they lack a physical nose, their tracking abilities are unquestionable.
All night long, swimming to shore without magic?
The sea area where Azkaban was located was not recorded on the map, and it was difficult enough to find the right direction in the vast sea, not to mention that the food of the prisoners was notoriously poor, and they could barely starve to death.
Fudge looked suddenly at Umbridge, who was approaching with his lunch box.
"Minister, you..." Her voice was trembling, possibly because of the dementor.
"Dolores, you said this morning that Blake had help?"
Umbridge seemed relieved, "Minister, you know that quite a few Death Eaters have escaped trial."
One group was headed by Malfoy and Nott, and the other group was said to be newly acquired by the dead ghost Voldemort.
If the news from the Japanese Ministry of Magic is true, there is a high probability that Sirius' assistant will be the latter.
The former is of course also possible.
But the final judgment of the wizard card will be the day after tomorrow. Unless they are desperate, they will never pick this sensitive time point.
"He's at Hogwarts..." Fudge murmured.
"Bring me the newspaper from that day!"
The press director of the minister's office logistics quickly took it out.
The headline is the Wesley family traveling in Egypt, and the photo is their family portrait.
Nothing special, and there is no mention of Hogwarts between the lines.
The newspaper was turned inside out twice and then put down.
"Could it be Harry?" Fudge clenched the newspaper tightly in his hand.
Since the fall of Voldemort, the once arrogant Death Eaters have been like headless chickens.
It is not surprising that Sirius blamed Harry for his imprisonment, and the reason for his escape may even be revenge.
Umbridge was terrified.
If something happens to the savior, they're all screwed.
"Minister, we must protect Harry Potter!"
She is the newly appointed Senior Undersecretary, the first choice for the Ministry of Magic to take the blame.
Fudge tightened his suit jacket, "Rufus, send a team of Aurors to secretly guard Privet Drive."
The dementors returned without success, and the rest of the day was hopeless.
Preparing for the worst is the most important thing right now.
"Yes!" Scrimgeour hurried away.
Of course, the search operation cannot be abandoned before the situation turns bad.
Dementors are allowed into the Muggle world, but only if they don't cause a stir.
Amnestics from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters are on standby for any Muggles who discover the wizarding world.
After all departments entered a state of emergency, Fudge, who had just returned to the Ministry of Magic, was still not in the mood for lunch.
In the more than three years since he took office, he has seen all kinds of storms.
Quirrell, who tried to get the idea of the Philosopher's Stone, became very clever, and Lockhart, who was about to make the final trial, was not in a good mental state.
All the witch slags were resolved smoothly, and the wizard card will soon come to an end.
The alarmed Kraken has already left the British mainland. As long as Sirius is captured, everything will return to calm.
an hour passed,
Two hours passed.
In the evening, he ate something casually, and Fudge became more and more irritable as he waited.
"Damn Black!" he couldn't help cursing.
Time seems to pass very slowly today.
……
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