Chapter 546 It Seems that No One Objects

snap~

With a fancy flip, the flame of the kerosene lighter lit up in the dark corridors of Azkaban.

Scrimgeour looked at the lighter in Anton's hand in surprise, and leaned forward with a cigarette in his mouth.

As the shreds of tobacco were lit like dots, he squinted his eyes, turned his head, and exhaled in other directions.

"For me?"

Anton smiled and put the lighter back into the box, and stuffed it into Scrimgeour's hand, "I've already quit. Smoking is just a habit. If I don't smoke, I don't want to do it again."

Scrimgeour looked at Anton in surprise. This kid is only 14, right?

Stop doing?

He pursed his lips and walked in front with slightly lame steps. To become an Auror intern requires a background review. Although Anton is not so strict in this regard, he still collected enough information about Anton.

This kid's experience before school is not a very good childhood story.

"Your time as an Auror is a bit short, and there are some things you don't know that well."

Scrimgeour's voice was faint, "Just remember one thing, those who were imprisoned in Azkaban were because they violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic."

As he spoke, he put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, and remained silent.

In the darkness, the cigarette butt lit up again for a while.

"It means that they just violated a certain law, understand? It doesn't mean that they are outright villains. Some people have done good things all their lives, but they made mistakes and violated the law, so they came in."

"But to be clear, this is not a reason for us to sympathize with them. You can pick anyone and he can tell you countless touching or sad or heartwarming stories."

"Business, that's all. This is the Auror's attitude in law enforcement."

"Judgment, whether you should get sympathy or not, that is the business of the Wizengamot gang."

Having said that, Scrimgeour turned his head, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Of course, the Wizengamot controls the sentencing standards, and we Aurors control the commutation judgment. I will reserve 3 places for you. If you think it is good, you can Tell me."

"I didn't treat you like a child, I hope you can understand what I mean."

Anton shrugged, "I don't seem to need it."

Scrimgeour didn't say anything, turned around in silence and continued walking toward the depths of the aisle.

Azkaban was built in the 15th century. It is a castle not weaker than the top dark wizard Extis of "Despicable Helbo". No one knows whether this dark wizard collected dementors from all over the world, or just He created the terrible life of the dementor.

From historical documents, people know that this dark wizard likes to capture Muggles to torture on this North Sea island castle. Many people speculate that this may be related to the formation of dementors.

Before the witchcraft of ancient wizards was sorted out by the modern magic system, the research of male and female witches had their own biases.

Witches are more inclined to the study of magical plants (herbalism), potion making and broom flying, and wizards are more inclined to the study of magical animals, magic and alchemy.

Of course, such a classification is still a title belonging to the modern magic system, and the boundaries of the domains of ancient wizards are very blurred.

This island castle is obviously an extremely top-notch alchemy work.

After the modern wizards have researched the vague connection between the castle and the dementors, and rebuilt it into an Azkaban prison according to its characteristics, it has brought together countless top alchemy masters, spell masters, and magic craftsmen. as a work of art.

As Scrimgeour took out a document from his pocket, pulled out the lighter Anton had given him and lit it, a circular chassis roughly 20 feet (6 meters) in diameter was cut out of the stone strip beneath their feet .

This chassis carried Scrimgeour and Anton up quickly.

When it rises, the stone ceiling above the head is changing rapidly, including everything around it, which is crazily changing and distorting.

boom!

A prison with railings suddenly appeared in front of Anton not far away. Before he could be surprised, the cells collided with each other and arranged in a huge circle, one room at a time, one row at a time.

They seem to be far away, but also seem to be very close. They seem to surround the front, back, left, and right, and they seem to be all in front of Anton's vision.

No matter where Anton turned his head, these people seemed to stay in front of him.

The dementors were also alarmed. They flew out from all corners, flying around the tall pillars under the disc, flying towards the dark sky, and circling around the large wall formed by the prison cell. .

"A major event was announced, the attempted escape was deterred by public execution, and the prisoners took inventory..."

Scrimgeour exhaled slowly, "This function is called the Judgment Field. In fact, it has been rarely used in the past hundred years."

Anton raised his hand suspiciously and shook it in mid-air, "I suddenly seem to have a way to easily control these prisons?"

"Yes."

Scrimgeour nodded, "I have applied for you in the file to maintain the most basic order authority of the 'trial ground'. You can group these prisoners so that different people can hear your different speeches. The prison was kicked back to its original place, leaving only some of the people in the 'judgment ground'."

"understood."

Anton understood, "The substitute of the chat group and initiated the group chat of some friends."

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, without intending to ask in detail, he stretched out his hand from his pocket, and lightly held a non-existent handle forward into the void.

"The arrest of fugitives is still going on. Some people who have committed crimes after escaping from prison still need to be investigated and tried. There are a lot of things in the office. You will do it yourself in the future."

"good."

Scrimgeour nodded, lightly grasped the handle, and pushed it away, only to see the gate of Azkaban Castle outside, and a carriage pulled by a Thestral was waiting in front of the gate.

He went out, closed the door gently, and the door disappeared from the front again.

"Oh huh~"

Anton whistled, "Cool!"

...

The prisoners were very surprised when the prison changed. Some rushed to the front of the cell in horror and grabbed the railing to look out. Some roared and some laughed strangely.

Of course, there are also a lot of inexplicable people screaming in rhythm - "Anton, our king, Scrimgeour, the king's Auror."

Anton looked at the people in front of him with a smile, and raised his hands thoughtfully in mid-air.

"You guys are too noisy."

"Permission..."

"So, will there be this function..."

He snapped his fingers abruptly, "Speak!"

Immediately, the faces of all the prisoners suddenly glowed, and a luminous zipper like a black iron bar appeared on the mouth of each prisoner. As the zipper was closed, dark golden vertical seals appeared on the black iron bar. The whole of Azkaban was silent.

"Quack quack..."

"It's so much fun!"

Anton suddenly thought of Hogwarts Castle. I don't know if the headmaster also has a high degree of control over the school castle. You can ask Lockhart another day.

Um.

After he succeeded in his studies in art class.

Although Lockhart's denial was a shock, it aroused Anton's desire to challenge.

He was a very calm person in his previous life. If there is such a person who seems to understand him to deny him, he will definitely not give it a try again. After all, an ordinary person really doesn't have much choice. , Time cost, money cost and opportunity cost are like a mountain, which will teach people to recognize reality.

Thanks to time travel, he has the freedom to choose his life at will and do whatever he wants.

If you want to draw, go learn it.

With money, leisure, and an unfettered mind, what can stand in the way?

"Ahem~"

Anton cleared his throat and looked at the prisoners seriously.

"Let's make a long story short, you don't need to know who I am, and while someone knows me, I don't need to know who you are either."

"I don't need to be thanked by you, and you can't use my name anymore to yell."

The wizard's robe fluttered, and the dementor behind him flew. Anton stared at these people with dark eyes.

"I'm just very grateful to have come to this world, and I want to do something for this world, just do it spontaneously, that's all."

"I used to think hard, always thinking about what to tell you?"

"Potion? Charm?"

Anton spread his hands, "I don't think this is urgently needed. I think the most important thing you should understand is the influence of black magic and how to get rid of the influence of black magic and return to a normal person."

"After that, let's talk about re-employment, which is more reasonable."

"What do you think?"

"Very well, it seems that there is no objection."