Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw changed into a classic slim black suit in the bedroom, and also took a magic camera and some food and other daily necessities.

After coming down from upstairs, he was slightly stunned when he saw the greatly changed Harry.

Harry was now wearing a Muggle-style casual outfit, a small red vest, and his previously messy hair was well groomed. He was a spirited young man.

Harry saw Shaw's strange look and hurriedly explained.

"I just want to let that traitor know that I am living a good life!"

Shaw knew that Harry's heart must be very complicated. Both his parents died, and his godfather should have been his closest person, but he turned out to be his enemy.

But no matter what, he is still a relative, and it is reasonable to be decent when meeting him.

"Well, let's go." Shaw didn't say much and took the lead to walk out.

Then he was bombarded by his grandmother again before he was able to go out.

The two came to the outer room, and an employee in the uniform of the Ministry of Magic had been waiting in the snow for an unknown period of time.

Fortunately, it was sunny today, so the man didn't become a snowman.

When the employee saw Shaw suddenly appear in the square, he handed over an inconspicuous broken teacup and a piece of parchment with a flattering face.

"Lord Black, this is the door key to the outer island of Azkaban and the visit permit."

Shor looked at the door key that no one picked up when it was thrown on the ground. The door key was made like this to prevent it from being accidentally lost or taken by Muggles when placed at a fixed point.

After taking the two items, he thanked the employee.

"Thank you."

The employee bowed quickly.

"You are joking, sir. It is my honor to serve you."

Shor raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully.

"You have seen me at Malfoy Manor? What's your name?"

The employee bent his waist deeper.

"Yes, your heroic posture that day made me admire you very much. My name is Moss Kirk."

Shor smiled warmly and patted his shoulder.

"Okay, I'll remember you. Go back and do your job well."

The employee was overjoyed and bowed again before Apparating away.

Harry, who was behind him, was stunned.

He was very shocked when he was at the station before, but now he didn't expect that the employees of the Ministry of Magic would be so flattering to Shaw.

Harry asked hesitantly.

"Chief, are those rumors in the school true? You became the leader of the Death Eaters and secretly controlled the Ministry of Magic?"

Shor turned around and said meaningfully to Harry.

"Harry, do you remember what I said to you before? This world is not black and white. Now I will tell you another truth. There is no right or wrong in powerful power and influence. It depends on whether the person who controls it is good or evil."

Shor did not wait for Harry to tilt his head to think, and he activated the door key and handed the broken teacup to Harry.

Then the two of them were like being hooked by the back of the neck, and began to spin around.

Shaw didn't know how Harry felt, but he didn't feel very good anyway, not much better than when he first learned to Apparate.

And to Azkaban, you can't Apparate, and you can't even go directly to the island.

Fortunately, Shaw had a lot of experience in teleportation, and he landed steadily on the ground. The two of them appeared at a dock with strong winds and waves.

Shaw saw that the sea in front of him was filled with fog, and the half-black and half-blue sea water was surging under the fog.

Behind him, Harry was probably trying this long-distance teleportation for the first time, and he was lying on the ground retching.

Shaw looked back and thought it should be fine, so he looked at a wooden boat carrying prisoners docked at the dock.

After Harry recovered, he took Harry, who was walking unsteadily, to the boat.

There were two Aurors and five or six prisoners sentenced to Azkaban on the boat.

Shaw didn't mean to communicate with them much. He casually exchanged a few words with the two Aurors and stood on the bow curiously looking at the fog in front.

When he got on the boat, a helmsman with a skeleton-like figure on the bow began to raise the anchor and sail.

The wooden boat and the skeleton helmsman are both products of alchemy. They can travel through the fog restrictions that have been reinforced by several generations of legendary wizards in front of them, and can correctly find Azkaban.

It is also a common problem in prisons. This sea fog can only protect against the outside but not the inside. If you go in, you will get lost, but it is easy to get out.

Otherwise, Sirius Black would not be able to swim out of this lost fog after escaping from prison.

There may also be a fear that too many Muggle ships will disappear when passing through here, which will attract unnecessary attention.

As the wooden boat traveled through a thick fog, the sea water in the sea gradually became as dark as ink, and the temperature gradually dropped. Harry, who was also curious and looking around behind him, couldn't help sneezing.

Shaw waved his hand and cast a warming spell on him, and then observed the sea water again.

It's just that he is busy with too many subjects now, otherwise there are many places to study in Azkaban.

Legend has it that the predecessor of Azkaban was a powerful and mentally ill wizard.The residence of the wizard Axtis, who is like some crazy scientists.

He captured countless passers-by for experiments, and the Dementors are said to be the work of this man.

Shaw has no energy to study now, just bored and casually explore.

The fog of the Lost Sea is not wide, and the wooden boat passed through the fog in a short while.

Under the low clouds, two rocky islands, one large and one small, appeared in the field of vision. The nearby sea water was even darker and more terrifying, and the waves were higher and higher.

A conical dark brown tower stood on the large rocky island, and countless Dementors were floating around the tower.

"Ah, I don't want to go to Azkaban!"

"Let me go home, I'd rather die than face Dementors!"

"Lord Black, I'm your servant, please save me."

"Be honest, shut up! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth and throw you into the heavy criminal area."

The sloppy prisoners who had just huddled together on the deck screamed in fear after seeing the Dementors flying all over the sky.

Two Aurors stepped forward to suppress them, kicking and kicking for a while, and finally cast a sticky tongue curse to make them shut up.

Harry saw the fierce reaction of these prisoners, who looked like they would rather die than go to the island.

Suddenly, it seemed that the traitor staying in Azkaban was the real punishment.

Shaw didn't care much, even if there were Death Eaters among them, they were disobedient and unforgivable.

When the wooden boat docked at the shore, Shaw jumped off the boat directly.

As he got closer to the Dementors, Harry felt worse and worse, and felt cold from the bottom of his heart.

The scream of a woman he heard when he saw Shaw casting the Killing Curse in the Forbidden Forest lingered in his ears again.

Harry now knew that this was his mother's cry before she died, which made him miss her even more and feel uncomfortable.

Shaw saw Harry's condition, waved his wand, and covered Harry's body with a silver halo.

Harry in the halo was immediately infected by a warm, firm, and domineering belief, and the coldness and despair just now disappeared.

He hurriedly thanked Shaw.

"Thank you, Chief."

Shaw waved his hand to show that he was welcome, and looked back at the Aurors who were still dragging a group of prisoners who were unwilling and crying for their parents and didn't want to get off the ship.

He looked at the sky again, and saw a dozen "hospitable" Dementors flying in like welcoming guests.

Shaw raised his wand and turned to Harry and said,

"Let's go first."