LRAB Chapter 202 Undressing, Big Sister, Come Quickly!
Chapter 202 Undressing, Big Sister, Come Quickly!
Chapter 203 (4.4k long chapter) Undressing, Big Sister, Come Quickly!
Picking up where we left off, Fudge, realizing he had Harry's weakness, hurriedly summoned three or five of his men to question him.
He glanced sideways and saw a subordinate running up, panting. He quickly stretched the dough taut and shouted sternly:
"Mr. Potter, I think you need to explain your illegal Animagus!"
Before he could finish speaking, the subordinate leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Minister, Ms. Skeeter says she's busy interviewing other warriors and can't come to interview you and Potter."
Fudge's expression froze for a moment, then he pressed, "What about the other reporters?"
"Hmm... The Daily Prophet only invited Miss Skeeter as a reporter."
Harry, seeing them whispering and making secretive noises, grew angry and crossed his arms, sneering:
"What are you bunch of bastards muttering and chewing on, maggots! I'm happy to become an Animagus, so what!"
"If you're not happy about it, just put those iron chains and wooden shackles on me and send me to Azkaban to have some fun!"
Seeing that the scarred man showed absolutely no respect, Fudge's anger flared up, and he roared, "Do you think I wouldn't dare?"
Just as he was about to have an attack, he suddenly heard a clear voice coming from the corridor.
"Calm down, Connery, Harry is a warrior."
Fudge, without turning his head, glared at Harry and gritted his teeth, saying, "Dumbledore, Mr. Potter has indeed broken the law!"
"But special circumstances should be treated specially." Dumbledore walked between the two and turned to Fudge to advise, "If it affects the Triwizard Tournament, it will make us a laughing stock among wizards all over the world."
As the saying goes, "With reason, you can go anywhere; without reason, you can't even take a step." At this moment, Fudge felt he had firmly grasped the iron bar of the law, and even when facing the White Demon King who shook the magical world, he stood tall and straight, no longer shrinking back as before.
"I don't think that's a big problem. Mr. Potter will only be locked up for half a month at most, which will be more than enough time for him to come back for the Christmas ball!"
Harry completely ignored Fudge's words and shouted loudly, "If you're a man, lock me up and send me to Azkaban!"
"If he's a spineless coward, your grandpa Harry will be off drinking and having fun with his brothers!"
Such blatant insults would anger not only officials in the Ministry of Magic, but even the Laughing Buddha statue in the Great Hall of the Buddha.
Fuji felt his face turn a mixture of red and blue, veins bulging on his forehead, making the sleeves of his official robe flutter loudly. He gritted his teeth and said ferociously:
"Very well, Mr. Potter! You're in Azkaban for good! I said it!"
Seeing the two men on the verge of exchanging blows, Dumbledore felt a throbbing pain in his temples.
At this moment, he couldn't bother with getting the magic potion to relieve his headache, so he softened his voice and stepped between the two to advise them:
"At least give Harry some time to change, okay?"
"Connelly, please do me a favor."
It should be noted that although Dumbledore often yielded in his life, it was always when he was certain of victory. He had never been so humble as he was today.
Fudge felt as if decades of pent-up frustration had melted away, and he scratched his chin, a hint of smugness in his eyes, and replied lightly:
"Alright, Dumbledore, you know I have great respect for you."
"I think an hour should be enough time for Mr. Potter to rest."
After the sound of the officers' boots faded into the distance, Dumbledore turned around and asked softly, "Harry, what are you going to do in Azkaban?"
Harry laughed, "Professor, why pretend to be stupid! Bella may have escaped, but her husband Rodolphus is still in jail."
"If we don't go and confront that bastard now, and force him to reveal the Death Eaters' shady dealings, when will we ever get another chance!"
Dumbledore stood silently for a long time, then suddenly took out another vial of potion from his robes, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, and sighed:
"Since you've planned this all along, then go ahead."
He paused, then added, "Don't kill anyone in prison."
Harry picked at his ear, pretending not to hear, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "I'm off!"
Having said that, he quickly took off with Ron and Hermione, and they slipped away like butterflies, heading straight for the Gryffindor Tower.
It was midday, and all the Hogwarts students were having their meal in the Great Hall, while the fireplace crackled in the common room.
Harry first had Hermione retrieve the Death Eater roster Lupin had sent, then ordered Ron to keep watch with the Fat Lady and guard the gate, while he himself took off the locket from his neck and shook it.
"Is my sister alright? I was startled by those animals just now, please forgive me."
Before long, a flash of blue light appeared, and a small green-scaled snake darted out of the pendant, growing longer in the wind, and instantly transformed into Nagini's true form, coiling on the carpet.
"I'm not angry, Harry."
"In fact, I should be more grateful for your gentlemanly behavior."
When Harry looked closely at Nagini, he couldn't help but exclaim "Huh?"
Although the woman was still dressed in coarse, old clothes, she seemed to be enveloped in the essence of the sun and moon. Her former gentle and refined demeanor now revealed a dignified and solemn air, with a faint divine light flowing between her brows.
With her delicate nose, jade-like features, and crimson lips, even in simple clothes, she could not conceal the aura of a goddess.
Harry paced around her twice, then suddenly clapped his hands. "Oh dear! Sister, with this kind of aura, are you about to transform into a water dragon?"
Nagini smiled and said, "All I need now is an opportunity."
Harry immediately clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Sister, if you need anything, I'll go through fire and water for you!"
However, Nagini shook her head slightly, "I don't know either."
"I just feel like I've reached a tipping point."
After thinking for a while, she added, "I want lots of water."
Harry thought to himself: This transformation into a dragon should have fewer obstacles than the transformation into a dragon. The vast expanse of blue water in the Black Lake should be enough for Sister Nagini to enjoy.
However, I was born a human, and although I have seen the words "water travel" in some classic texts, I still don't understand how water travels.
Lost in thought, Hermione suddenly rushed over, clutching a list of names. Upon seeing Nagini, she stared blankly for a long moment before hesitatingly saying:
"Miss Nagini?"
"Long time no see, Hermione."
"It really is you!" Hermione's almond-shaped eyes widened, her lips slightly parted, and she exclaimed, "For a moment just now, I actually felt that you looked a bit like... Jesus."
Harry waved his hand and called out, "Big sister, stop gossiping! We need to know the important business is ahead!"
After speaking, he untied his sash and loosened the buttons.
Hermione blushed instantly upon seeing him undress and hearing his lewd words.
All the schemes and calculations that usually filled his mind evaporated like water vapor, leaving only the God of Love and Cupid clashing wildly in his chest.
She quickly lowered her head, focusing her gaze on the floor, her tongue even tied in knots when she spoke.
"Huh, Harry? What do you mean by that?"
Then, stealing a glance at Nagini, he whispered, "Miss Nagini is still here."
Nagini tilted her head and blinked, then suddenly realized, "Ah, I still have a few clothes in the locket that haven't been washed, so...you guys continue."
After saying that, it twisted its body and transformed back into a small green-scaled snake, then "whoosh" it darted back into the pendant.
By this time, Harry had already taken off his outer robe and unbuttoned his undergarment, sitting casually in a chair with his upper body bare, shouting, "Big sister, mind your own business and get to work!"
Hermione's face flushed crimson, like rouge soaked into a mirror, or the glow of a sunset. She took several deep breaths, forcing down her racing heart, and asked in a steady voice:
"Harry, what do you want me to do?"
Harry slammed the booklet filled with Death Eater names on the table and declared loudly, "Of course, Big Sister, please write down all the names of these damned bastards on my head!"
"Azkaban is easy to enter but difficult to leave. Now that I've made this trip, I must settle things clearly. All past grievances are now resolved."
He paused slightly, then instructed, "When you write, elder sister, you must use that ornate seal script, with its twists and turns, so that people cannot discern its origin; that is the safest way."
Upon hearing these words, Hermione suddenly understood, and her initial embarrassment instantly transformed into a stern expression.
Without hesitation, she drew her wand and conjured a handful of cool spring water to splash on her face.
As the water droplets rolled down, the heat on her face vanished instantly, and her eyes regained their clarity, truly befitting a heroine.
"No problem, leave it to me."
"It can be done within half an hour."
Hermione, holding the roster in her left hand and her wand in her right, began to write on Harry's back.
The tip of the staff moved swiftly, like a dragon or snake, and in no time, it had covered the entire back with dense writing.
After writing about his back, he turned to his front. He saw that his chest muscles were clearly defined and his abdomen was deeply lined with grooves, just like a mountain range built of solid rock.
Hermione's wrist trembled, and the tip of her cane slipped repeatedly against her strong flesh.
If the female students in the surrounding school saw this scene, they would probably grit their teeth in anger and have sticky, erotic dreams at night.
After writing down all the names, Hermione put away her wand, then gently touched the ink-stained figure and called out, "Goddess of Beauty."
As the incantation was uttered, the runes on his back began to move on their own, crisscrossing and surging, eventually transforming into a erotic scene depicting Adam and Eve tasting the forbidden fruit.
But amidst the foliage, figures entwined, every detail was vividly revealed.
Hermione let out a soft breath, took out a small diamond-shaped mirror from her sleeve, and handed it over. "I think no one can tell that the name on your clothes is a person's name now."
Harry looked in the mirror and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "What a skill! With such talent, if you weren't a wizard, you would surely be a painter and your name would be remembered for generations."
He straightened his clothes and settled all his magical artifacts. Seeing that there was still some time before Fudge arrived to fetch the people, he called Hermione and Ron together and they went to the Great Hall for a meal.
As soon as Harry stepped into the hall, the students erupted in cheers. They threw down their forks and knives, rose from their seats, and rushed forward, banging bowls and plates, surrounding Harry and pushing him to the head of the long table.
"That's amazing, Harry! Forty-eight points! Number one!"
"We've been looking for you in the auditorium for ages!"
"Where's that golden egg? I heard the secret to the next project is hidden inside it!"
Everyone chimed in with their own words, raising their silver cups in a toast. Harry accepted, clinking glasses with each of them.
The room was filled with the clinking of glasses and lively conversation. Grilled chicken ribs were sizzled and devoured, while pumpkin juice was splashed all over the table, creating a truly festive atmosphere.
Just as the wine was flowing freely and everyone was in high spirits, the hall door suddenly opened, and Fudge led three or five officials in black robes in. His eyes swept around like hawks swooping into the forest, shattering the joyous banquet.
Harry spotted Fudge and his group, pulled Hermione aside, and whispered in her ear, "After I leave, eldest sister must keep the Boxer sisters and brothers in the school in check and prevent them from causing trouble."
"Whatever the big deal, let's wait until I get back from Azkaban before we discuss it."
Hermione knew that Harry was the backbone of the Boxers; without him, the group would be leaderless and fall apart.
He immediately grasped his hands, his throat tightening, and managed to utter only one sentence, "Harry, be careful."
Harry laughed loudly, "Big sister, you're overthinking it! I'm not bragging, but even if three or five hundred death row inmates surrounded us, it would be like cutting melons and vegetables!"
After saying this, he cupped his hands in a bow, turned around, and strode towards Fuji, his robes billowing in the wind.
Hermione stared blankly at the receding figure, when suddenly a voice rang out beside her.
"Are you worried that the Minister of Magic will send someone to kill him in Azkaban?"
Hermione shook her head without turning her head. "Fudge doesn't have the guts. I bet he just spent money to buy some 'Savior into Azkaban' articles to smear Harry's reputation."
"I even suspect he'll send someone to Azkaban to protect Harry's life, in case something really happens to him."
"Am I right, Mr. Grindelwald?"
"You guessed perfectly." Grindelwald clapped his hands in admiration. "I must say, Hermione, you are my best student, without a doubt."
Hermione didn't answer, but abruptly stood up and went straight to the underground classroom to practice.
Meanwhile, Harry, along with Fudge and the others, left Hogwarts and was taken directly to the Department of Justice on the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic.
It should be noted that this Scarface was originally a savior-like figure, whose reputation had spread far and wide over the years. Now that he is facing a lawsuit, everyone in the Ministry of Magic is walking on thin ice.
He feared that the pens of the Daily Prophet would seize upon any mistakes and fabricate stories about him and others oppressing heroes.
During Harry's confinement, Aurors often came to visit him. Whenever they inquired about what was happening outside, the men would give evasive and evasive answers.
Harry, seeing that they were tight-lipped, simply stopped asking and waited for the day of the court hearing.
When the gavel struck, the three judges convened for the trial. The presiding judge, originally a former Auror foreman from Devonshire, harbored a desire to protect the judge and said:
"Mr. Potter, you only recently learned Animagus and have been busy preparing for the Triwizard Tournament, so you haven't had time to report, have you?"
But Harry was unmoved, shouting, "I've known this technique for a long time, and I won't report it to the authorities!"
Such a resounding confession startled the clerk, causing him to drop his quill.
The presiding judge couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he stayed up all night, turning the pages of the "Juvenile Protection Act" until they were rustling, and finally issued a document sentencing him to "ten days of imprisonment in Azkaban".
That night, Harry's wand was taken away, he was dressed in rough linen prison clothes, his hands and feet were bound with spells, and he was put into a carriage pulled by a Thestrals.
Eighteen Aurors on either side rode flying brooms in formation, escorting them as they rode the eerie winds toward the isolated island in the North Sea.
The island hangs amidst raging waves, with a black stone castle standing in its center, resembling a colossal beast coiled up.
As soon as the carriage came to a stop in front of the ancient castle, a bone-chilling cold swept over them. It was not the cold of frost and snow on earth, but rather the malevolent aura seeping from the deepest hell, making one's teeth chatter.
The Aurors quickly removed the restraints from Harry, who rubbed his wrist and laughed loudly:
"Please forgive me, gentlemen, but I am now like a tiger fallen into the plains, and I cannot spare a single coin to buy you wine."
The leading Auror waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't say that, Harry, I'm not here to escort you for the money."
"Just be careful in Azkaban. Even if you can control Dementors with magic, they are emotionless creatures, and your wand isn't with you right now..."
"Don't worry, brother, I know perfectly well." Harry placed his hand on the shoulder of the leading Auror and said with a smile, "I have another matter to ask of you, brother, and I hope you will grant it."
When the Auror heard Harry's request, he quickly replied, "Please speak, Harry."
"I would like to trouble you, brother, to use a sound amplification spell so that all the prisoners in Azkaban know that I have come to pay my respects today."
Upon hearing this, the Auror froze on the spot as if struck by a spell. After confirming with Harry several times and seeing his solemn expression, he realized it was true.
He hesitated, then drew his wand and pressed it against his throat, taking a deep breath of cold air.
"Prisoner number 009527!"
"Harry James Potter!"
"jail!"
(End of this chapter)