Chapter 715: The New Look of Azkaban

Azkaban Prison, and its jailers, the Dementors, are the place where the wizarding world gets a lot of talk.

It is so famous that even Muggle Petunia Dursley knows about it.

However, most wizards don't know where it is. If they subconsciously respond, most of them will get a sentence—"Well, it is said to be somewhere deep in the North Sea. Who knows?"

Compared with the general public, Anton is familiar with going to Azkaban.

He's been in prison here, and he's been stationed here as an Auror invited expert.

I wrote a book here, did research, secretly released the prisoner Luke Wood, and asked him to go to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic to copy some information about Azkaban.

only……

That was the old Azkaban.

Today's Azkaban gave Anton a very strange feeling.

"Wow~"

Anton hovered high in the air on his broomstick, looked down at the Castle of Azkaban on the island, and blinked in disbelief.

The island is lush and lush, flowers are in full bloom, birds are flying, deer and antelope are running, and a big snake entangled in the treetops is looking out at the rabbits behind the bushes.

The most unique thing is the green vines climbing on the outer wall of Azkaban Castle, which are covered with pink, purple and blue flowers.

The Azkaban Prison, which was originally cold and humid, now feels inexplicably like a paradise.

"It seems to be quite reasonable..."

Anton clicked his tongue twice. Voldemort is not the kind of big devil who would live in a cave with strange rocks. After being killed by Lily Potter, he hid in Albania with beautiful mountains and rivers, not a dark cave on a seaside cliff. inside.

After returning from the original book, he also occupied Malfoy Manor, which had excellent material conditions in the wizarding world.

Lao Fu is a person who knows how to enjoy.

The only problem is...

Anton stared blankly at the sky.

In the past, Azkaban was not only suffocating with despair, but even the light became dimmed.

And on this island at this moment, even though it was already close to evening, there was still warm sunlight shining down on it.

The sea surface around the island is shimmering under the sunlight, which looks extraordinarily vivid.

"Weather spell?"

"still……"

"Changes in the natural environment brought about by human changes?"

This is an extremely interesting topic. Anton is currently receiving two master classes from two professors. Whether it is Voldemort's magic theory of flying spells told by Snape, or Dumbledore's magic theory of human heart and nature, faintly are involved in this regard.

It's as if all things in the world follow the operation of intelligent creatures, and there is an extremely interesting meeting point.

The gathering of people's hearts can change the environment.

Apparently, there was a place in front of Azkaban Castle where the restriction of 'apparition' had been released. From time to time, someone would appear and wait under a tree that looked like a huge umbrella beside the castle, chatting in twos and threes.

Anton even saw some hidden wizards standing alone in the corner, obviously unwilling to let others know their true identities.

And those Death Eaters who were maintaining order didn't seem to mind, and didn't force them to show their true colors.

Anton frowned, raised his hand holding the handle of the broomstick, jumped into the clouds, and found a spare black wizard robe in the snuff box. The body quickly transformed into a two-meter-high werewolf. After putting on the wizard robe, the strong chest muscles and latissimus dorsi supported the robe.

At the same time, he turned the werewolf's pointed head back into a human face, and it was frozen halfway, turning into a fluffy and weird face with a bronze mask on it.

As for the wand, he couldn't use the original one, so he simply took out the wooden stick made from the beech branch that Dumbledore gave himself.

Beech wood is an excellent material for making wands, and it can only be found in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. This kind of wood that is high enough to be used as a wand has always been very precious in the wizarding world.

And the part that Dumbledore carefully selected from the whole tree in front of him is definitely the most suitable for Anton.

With a size of 5 feet (1.5 meters), it is just right to be used as a walking stick under the backdrop of a height of two meters.

Boom~

The loud sound of Apparating blowing the air resounded in the air in front of Azkaban Castle.

Immediately, countless vague sights drifted over.

Anton put on the thick hood of the wizard's robe and the mask, looked around through the blue crystals inlaid in the eye sockets of the mask, and stood in a corner beside him without saying a word, waiting patiently.

Leaning on a cane in one hand, and putting the other in the pocket of his wizard robe, he quietly looked up at the majestic Azkaban Castle, meditating in his heart...

Where have all the dementors gone?

Could it be that Voldemort drove them to other places in order to improve the living environment?

It wasn't right, he had heard from Snape that Voldemort was now researching ways to use dementors to enhance his subordinates' black magic abilities.

If the research results are obtained, it will definitely become an excellent way to gather people's hearts.

Even if it's just to become stronger, there will be people who will join the Death Eaters one after another.

Anton freely disseminated the content of his research to the world, not only bringing benefits to the good people, but also benefiting the bad people a lot.

Well, although Anton feels that few people in this world can be called purely good or bad.

At this moment, a wizard with a snake-headed cane came over, with pale golden hair, gray-blue eyes, and a pointed face that gave off a pale appearance.

"Hello, I am……"

Before he could finish his sentence, Anton let out a strange laugh from the mask on his face, "Hehehe..."

The voice seemed to be damaged by the vocal cords, with a hoarse and frosty vibration.

"I know you, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius froze for a moment, rubbed the snake's head of the cane in his hand, and squinted at Anton, "Have we met?"

Anton thought for a while, then nodded gently, "We are not enemies."

Lucius was not the group of people waiting to be summoned, but the Death Eaters who came out of the castle to know the purpose of the visitors in advance. Now that the Dark Lord has become more tolerant, these Death Eaters are mixed.

Fortunately, of course, they all saw the hope of possible success.

Worrying, but also because of this. There are many wizards with great backgrounds who choose to join Voldemort's camp, and many of them are extremely important figures, who are more attractive to the Dark Lord than their pure-blood families.

"I don't know that your visit is for..." Lucius considered his tone and looked at Anton curiously.

Anton leaned on his cane in both hands, and looked up at Azkaban Castle again, "I have some research on dementors, and I saw Lord Dark Lord's research on the field of dark magic creatures in "Hogwarts Weekly". I was greatly shocked, and I hope to make some contributions, after all, the 'Golden Family' proposed by Lord Dark Lord is too tempting."

"only……"

He turned his gaze away and looked at Lucius, "It seems that there are no dementors here anymore? Have you Death Eaters expelled them? These dementors are very useful!"

"No, not at all!" Lucius murmured thoughtfully, he knew how important dementors are to the Dark Lord, or in other words, a way to improve the strength of dark wizards, or even create dark wizards in batches, What a temptation to the Dark Lord.

Suddenly, he looked at Anton and his expression became serious, "They are still in the castle."

In terms of coping ability and the ability to weave half-true and false lies, Anton is absolutely extremely strong under the guidance of the old wizard Fiennes and Voldemort.

And there is a faint magical power in the words to induce the other party to say the "spiritual magic" that he wants to answer. Anton also learned very well from Lao Deng.

Look, this tells us where all the dementors have gone.

"Really? That's great." The corners of Anton's mouth curled up slowly, and he nodded slightly, but he acted as if he didn't want to talk to Lucius anymore.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, and could only take a few steps away helplessly, walked into the crowd, and looked at Anton's figure from the corner of his eye, his expression changing.

Anton really didn't want to talk to Lucius much. The patriarch of this old British pure-blood family had extremely deep thoughts and couldn't figure it out at all.

Logically speaking, Lucius gave Rookwood half of his property to run a newspaper in France. This is a great support for Anton, but this guy has never come to Anton to ask for credit, and he didn't even take the initiative to contact him. .

As Luke Wood analyzed, no one knows what Lucius thinks.

It is harder to guess the mind than the patriarch of an old European pure-blood family like Barty Crouch.

Anton just vaguely felt that Lucius's bet on himself was more likely to want his roommate Draco as a partner rather than himself.

Tsk, the feeling of elders helping to pave the way is really enviable.