Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 65 A makeshift troupe

The world is a giant makeshift organization. Owen knew that many people looked down on the Ministry of Magic, but he never imagined that the Ministry of Magic would be so... incompetent!

The escape of a prisoner from Azkaban threw the entire Ministry of Magic into a panic. However, a closer look revealed that only a very few of these flustered Ministry members showed any fear; the rest were busy with their tasks, their faces tense.

Owen had only taken a few steps out of the furnace when he saw Dumbledore talking to someone. When Dumbledore saw him, he waved and then quickly ended the conversation.

"Headmaster, judging from this situation..." Owen glanced around and asked calmly, "Have all the prisoners in Azkaban escaped?"

"No, Owen, there's only one..." Dumbledore couldn't finish his sentence. In truth, he was quite dissatisfied with the current Ministry of Magic, but it was best not to show it in front of the young wizard.

"One..." Owen chuckled. "So the Ministry of Magic invited you here because all the Aurors are injured and unable to participate in the capture?"

"Oh, darling, I think we can let's not be so harsh. Fudge asked me to come here so I could check on Azkaban and see if there are any loopholes. Haven't you always wanted to see?"

A loophole? Azkaban's biggest loophole was that he employed Dementors as guards!

While Dementors' abilities and characteristics are indeed suitable for this job, it's important to understand that they are employed by the Ministry of Magic. In other words, as long as the corresponding price is paid, Dementors can smoothly transform from guards into assistants.

Irving didn't believe that no one could see the flaws, but what he couldn't believe was that even though they had seen and recognized them, no one had pointed them out...

Therefore, in his view, there was no need for the Ministry of Magic to exist. Rather than trying to maintain it, it would be better to let it rot first and then rebuild it, at least it would not take so much effort.

Azkaban is an island. After reaching the island via the Floo Network, one still needs to take a boat to get there. Two guards were assigned to accompany them to the island.

"Is that flying thing in the sky a Dementor?"

"Yes, Mr. Owen, they are in great danger..."

"come over!"

Irving ignored the officials' words and instead waved to the Dementor flying in the sky. The Dementor actually flew towards them, and before it even reached them, the two officials turned pale and retreated.

But to everyone's surprise, after the Dementors arrived, they quietly floated beside the young wizard, showing no intention of attacking at all.

ugly!

But it's ugly in a very distinctive way, the kind that's... ugly enough to be scary, but not that scary. If you're brave enough, you might even want to slap it.

Unfortunately, Irving was the latter, so he raised his hand and slapped the Dementor.

The Dementor, feeling wronged after being beaten, instinctively obeyed the summons and came obediently, but was still attacked. However, it did not fight back at all, nor did it even have the intention to run away, because it sensed extreme danger from this young wizard.

"Alright, this was just a subconscious action of mine. Now, take us inside and see what the situation is like."

The Dementors turned and flew ahead to lead the way, with Owen following. Dumbledore, however, smiled and waved to the two dumbfounded officials: "Gentlemen, we'd better follow. Don't worry, with Mr. Owen around, we're safe."

The headmaster is now very relaxed. His old friend is right. If the water-like magic cannot be controlled, then the pool containing the water should be expanded. His old friend's Eastern magic is still very effective and he believes it can help little Owen grow up normally. So now, he will slowly and gradually pave the way for little Owen.

To become famous, one must do so early, and while the person is still alive!

"Look, is this fair and tender little guy our dinner tonight?"

As soon as he approached the first cell, discordant voices rang out, but Owen paid no attention. Dark wizards were already mentally unstable, and being locked up here for so long would inevitably make them a little irrational. With this double blessing, another characteristic stood out: fearlessness of death!

So saying more is useless. Irving casually cast a Cruciatus Curse, and the fearless fool could only scream in agony, unable to utter a single word.

Of course, there are quite a few people like this, but not many either. At least after someone set an example, no one dared to speak rudely to the young wizard anymore.

"Mr. Dumbledore, that just now... was that the Cruciatus Curse?"

Dumbledore laughed: "Mr. Owen is not even fourteen years old yet. He doesn't know how to use the Unforgivable Curse. It's a brand new little evil curse, only used for pranks. It won't do any harm."

The old man was tall and walked ahead of the two officials, so his expression was not visible to anyone. However, his calm tone made the two officials breathe a sigh of relief. Dumbledore's credibility was still very strong, at least for now.

"Were the prisoners already kept here?"

Owen examined the prisoner closely, then frowned. He turned to the two officials and said, "The prisoners held here are Animagus. Didn't you know that?"

The two officials shook their heads. Even if they disliked the young wizard's attitude, they dared not cause trouble, because the young wizard had not just one Dementor by his side, but a whole squad of twelve Dementors!

Until we figure out why the Dementors have become like this, it's best to stay put. This is Azkaban, Dementor territory.

"If they turned into ordinary animals, you wouldn't be able to tell?"

The twelve Dementors nodded in unison.

Irving didn't say anything more, but walked towards the cell to the side. The first thing he saw was a woman. Putting everything else aside, all I could see in her eyes was chaos and madness.

Look, what a great researcher he is. It's a pity the old man won't let him live here. Oh well, if he wants to become the headmaster of Hogwarts, he can't have any blemishes on his record. He'll have to look for opportunities outside.

Thinking of this, he could only smile helplessly at the woman before leaving with the entire team of photographic ghosts.

"Um... Mr. Dumbledore, could you please ask Mr. Owen to stop gathering so many Dementors?"

A single Dementor can significantly lower the surrounding temperature, so a group of Dementors would be enough to turn this area into a giant refrigerator.

Irving and Dumbledore didn't sense anything was wrong, but the two officials couldn't stand it; their lips were now frozen blue.