Chapter 68: Azkaban at night

　　"Friend", when Dumbledore said the word, his eyes seemed to be full of memories.
　　 Jon stood quietly beside him, making no sound.
　　 At the edge of the ancient city of Winchester, they stayed for a while.
　　 "Jon, grab my arm!" Dumbledore ordered suddenly.
　　 Jon hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's forearm.
　　 "Very good." Dumbledore said, "Then, let's go!"
　　 Jon grabbed Dumbledore's arm tightly, and then he found that it was pitch black around him.
　　 He was almost squeezed from all directions, and he couldn't breathe at all, his chest seemed to be tightened by several iron hoops. I don't know how long it has passed, but I can finally in the cold night air and barely open my tearful eyes...
　　 For an instant, he felt like he had just squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube.
　　 "Apparition!" Professor Dumbledore said calmly, "It will be a bit painful, but get used to it."
　　 "Thank you, professor!" Jon got up and tidyed up his clothes.
　　 Then, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill from all around.
　　 On this night in mid-July, I wore two pieces of clothes on my body. This kind of chill is not normal at all.
　　 But the phoenix that Dumbledore had summoned before flew to his side from the sky, and the wings of the phoenix covered Jon's body... the chill quickly dissipated, and replaced by a warm feeling.
　　 Jon has energy now, look around... the area where they just Apparated.
　　 They are on a small island by the sea.
　　 In front of them is a huge and eerie castle, and behind them is an endless ocean.
　　 Countless black spots can be seen in the sky, they seem to be trying to fly towards this side, and they seem to be fleeing desperately out of fear.
　　 "This is..." Jon said softly.
　　 "Azkaban!" Dumbledore said lightly, "A terrible wizarding prison."
　　……
Seeing Jon’s frightened look, Dumbledore laughed loudly: "Don’t worry, no one will send you to Azkaban just because you turned Bogut into a principal... They are the most notorious criminals."
　　 Joan smiled and touched his head.
　　 Dumbledore looked at his watch: "There are still ten minutes to nine thirty. We still have some time to talk."
　　He started to dig his pockets again...it took about a minute, and Albus Dumbledore finally took out what he wanted.
　　 "Look at this, Jon!"
　　 Jon carefully took what was in Dumbledore's hand and looked down... His heart almost touched his throat, but his face must remain calm.
　　 He had to use Occlumency to forcibly calm his emotions.
　　 Dumbledore was looking down at a beautiful cobblestone and ignored him.
　　 "I think..." Jon said calmly, "This should be a bullet case?"
　　 "Yes!" Dumbledore said, playing with two pebbles like a child, "It's funny, I found it where Mr. Percy Weasley was attacked!"
　　 "This is really incredible..." Jon said softly.
　　 At the same time, he returned the bullet shells to Dumbledore.
　　 "Something very interesting, at the same time, very dangerous..." Dumbledore's voice became lower and lower.
　　 Dumbledore threw the thing in his hand forward... Only a few flops were heard, and all the bullet shells disappeared into the sea.
　　 Jon found himself unable to determine what Professor Dumbledore meant.
　　 Is he warning himself? Or convey kindness to yourself? Or is it just unintentional?
　　 "It's already fifty years ago!" Dumbledore's voice became deeper: "From that terrible war..."
　　 "It took away many of my students and friends!"
　　 "Yousef Shaker, a teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts from 1927 to 1941, a very, very good teacher... and finally died in Benghazi, Libya in July 1941."
"Edward Tuft, the England national team's seeker at the time; when he played for the Slytherin Academy, he set a record for the time he caught the Snitch, which was only broken by Harry Potter more than a year ago... ...Died in Normandy, France in June 1944."
"Alan Rose, he is the most gifted student in transfiguration I have ever seen... In December 1940, the incendiary bomb dropped by an airplane burned to death in Diagon Alley. 15 years old……"
　　 Albus Dumbledore’s expression was not at all like the most powerful wizard in Europe, but an old man who missed the past and was dying.
"Almost half of Hogwarts teachers and nearly a quarter of the graduates died in that war... After so many years, many people may have forgotten it, but unfortunately I still remember that everything seemed to be yesterday!"
　　 "Dumbledore...Professor..." Jon said softly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"Please forgive a stupid old man, nostalgia for the past!" Dumbledore sighed, and then the expression on his face gradually became serious: "If there is anything really terrifying, it must be a wizard or not. Ordinary people of magic, go to war!"
　　 "So, we must stop this from happening!"
　　……
　　 Jon was still thinking about the meaning of Dumbledore's words.
　　 But there was a clear explosion in the air, and then two figures appeared less than ten yards from Jon and Dumbledore.
　　 "Good evening, Connelly!" Dumbledore said gently, "and Amelia."
　　 "Oh, Dumbledore, you are always so punctual!" The Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was a stout little man. He was wearing a dark green coat and his face looked sad.
　　 Next to Fudge, there is a witch with a wide body, a square chin, and short gray hair.
　　 "Professor Dumbledore!" The witch Amelia Burns nodded to Dumbledore, and at the same time glanced at Jon with some confusion.
"It's just a first-year student!" Dumbledore said with a smile, without explaining too much: "Jon, this is the Minister of Magic Connelly Fudge, and Amelia, the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department. -Bones."
　　 "Hello, Minister, and Director..." Jon greeted quickly.
　　 Mrs. Burns smiled kindly at him, but Fudge ignored him.
　　 "What's the matter, Connelly?" Dumbledore asked, "You call me here."
　　 "It sucks... a prisoner escaped... Azkaban's first escape in so many years..." Fudge stammered:
　　 "Siris Black!"