Chapter 408 Don't Be Serious

After Fudge left, the moon in the sky became more and more round day by day.

Early this morning, thirty Aurors showed up in Azkaban, each with their wands drawn and ready for battle.

No way, Anton impressed the Aurors too deeply.

No matter what the outside world said, at least in the data files of the Auror office, the name Anthony Weasley was listed as 'extremely dangerous'.

The huge magic shackle clasped Anton's hands, and four chains extended from it, which were held by four Aurors.

This kind of sealing magic props based on the principle of ancient wizard magic medium can allow Aurors to use chains to cast spells like waving a magic wand.

clatter~

The chain swayed, and Anton greeted everyone with a smile.

"Hey, Pete, the last time you said you were going after a beautiful girl, how is it going now?"

A young Auror with freckles felt the harsh eyes of the office director Scrimgeour behind him, and smiled unnaturally, "I'm getting married."

"Haha, congratulations."

Click.

Another Auror put a chain on Anton's feet, and dark golden magic runes swam on it, and finally darkened.

"Oh, Montgomery, I heard that you took your wife and daughter to the amusement park and passed out when you saw the roller coaster. This is not a good sign. I suggest you go for psychological treatment. It's not a big deal."

The Auror who put chains on his feet took advantage of the movement of standing up and whispered, "Stop talking, Scrimgeour is watching me."

Anton shrugged, "Okay, okay, we used to talk so speculatively at Hogwarts, and now you treat me as an enemy, it's really sad."

"No, it's not."

"Merlin's beard." Old Auror Ronaldo pulled the chain from Montgomery's hand, "Now is not a good time to chat."

He shook the chain that extended to Anton's feet, his face full of apology, "Son, we're sorry, this is a necessary procedure."

"Yeah?"

Anton looked curiously at the Aurors who were almost filling the corridors, "If you can wipe the dust off this magic shackle, maybe I will believe it."

"How long has it been unused?"

Old Ronaldo smiled, "It's been in the warehouse for hundreds of years."

Anton curled his lips, "You really think highly of me."

At this moment, Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, came over, pushed old Ronaldo away, and stared at Anton, "This is indeed a necessary procedure, Anthony, listen, we will always keep an eye on you."

"We British Aurors would be the laughingstock of the world if you were allowed to escape from the Ministry of Magic."

Anton looked up at the tall middle-aged wizard, his pure eyes were full of innocence, "Why should I run away?"

"Who knows?" Scrimgeour was not able to become the head of the Auror's office because of his clerical position, he was also a senior Auror. But even so, he still couldn't figure out what the child's behavior and motivation were. Sometimes it's just, it's crazy, it's just too erratic.

Ten Aurors walked in front, and ten Aurors followed behind. The six Aurors in the middle held Anton with chains, and the two Aurors pointed their wands at him.

Stand by.

Scrimgeour stood beside Anton, examined it for a moment, "Let's go!"

Sirius in the opposite cell looked at Anton silently. This man was really calm. Except when he was stimulated by the dementors, he would yell crazily. At other times, he would curl up in the corner like an old dog and say nothing.

However, as Anton became more and more aware of 'emotions', he could feel the restlessness in the old man's heart, which was so active, like a volcano that might erupt at any time.

Bella grabbed the railing with both hands, looked at Anton madly, and smiled happily, "Hahaha, are you going to be let out, or are you going to be arrested and executed?"

Anton stopped and stared at her.

"Ahhh~~~"

Bella let out a piercing scream, and staggered back to the deepest part of the cell, "You all saw it, you all saw it, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me!"

Anton just gave her a smile, which was very bright, and turned his head to continue walking forward.

Oh, this experience in Azkaban was really unforgettable, he didn't know if he would come back here again.

Yes, he had a wonderful premonition that he might not be able to come back after leaving this time.

Quite a pity.

As they walked out, one of the Death Eaters roared again, "Weasley, our king!"

This kind of thing seems to have become a classic show. Occasionally, someone will yell so loudly, and everyone in the whole building will yell loudly one by one.

Called the entire Azkaban castle is full of voice.

Perhaps, this is just used to relieve Azkaban's almost crazy depression.

It makes everyone feel better to hear that there are so many people here.

"Weasley, our king!"

"Weasley, our king!"

"Weasley, our king!"

The voices gathered together and hit like a roaring tsunami. For a moment, all the Aurors tensed up.

Scrimgeour's eyes widened in surprise, and he quietly took out his wand from the pocket of his woolen coat and held it tightly.

Just know!

He knows it!

This kid is a monster!

It's ridiculous that those social people are still arguing about something, they should really come to Azkaban to have a look!

Anton looked at Scrimgeour's face as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Hey, don't do this, they are just yelling for fun, and in this kind of place, people will yell after you call anything. "

The corners of Scrimgeour's eyes twitched, "Really? I've been an Auror for decades, and this is the first time I've seen such a thing."

"Listen to you if you don't believe me." Anton cleared his throat, looked at the cells in the corridor, and shouted loudly, "Scremgeour is a good Auror!"

Sure enough, these prisoners who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal laughed wildly, "King Weasley said that Scrimgeour is a good Auror!"

"Scremgeour is King Weasley's Auror!"

One by one, gradually unknown which ghost finally called Shun Shun, shouting loudly, "Weasley, our king! Scrimgeour, the king's Auror!"

"Weasley, our king! Scrimgeour, the king's Auror!"

"Weasley, our king! Scrimgeour, the king's Auror!"

"..."

"!!!" Scrimgeour's eyes widened in disbelief, and the eyes almost fell out. He stared at Anton's smiling face, and listening to the sound of mountains roaring and tsunami, he felt dizzy.

"Quick..." His voice became extremely hoarse.

"Tell them not to call it that, you devil!"

"Merlin's beard!" Anton exclaimed, "Didn't you see it? It's not what I like at all. They just bark. Do you think I can handle it?"

"..."

Listening to those voices, Scrimgeour felt that everything in his vision had become blurred and doubled. God! If such a word spreads...

No, it will definitely spread. Many of them are people serving short-term sentences. God knows if they will continue to be called like this in the future.

"No……"

Scrimgeour especially regretted talking to this man, why, why did it develop like this.

Old Ronaldo almost burst out laughing behind him, holding back his laughter was extremely uncomfortable.

Oh~

Poor director, I don't know how long I will bear this name in the future.

"Calm..." Anton comforted Scrimgeour with a smile, "When we face other people's misunderstandings, the most important thing is to believe in ourselves and have a firm belief."

Hehe~

Now that you know that others call your name indiscriminately, it feels like giving you a title, do you think I am angry? I just listened to it for fun, oops, the head of the Auror Office, or the future Minister of Magic, look at this psychological quality.

Tut tut.

Does fame matter? It's just for fun, don't take it seriously. Right?

Quack quack...