Chapter 769 (2/2)
”So far, the power of Dementors has been protected by the Ministry of magic, and every wizard is required to respect their right to absorb human souls. In order to make better use of the power of Dementors to serve the Ministry of magic, a gifted Minister of magic proposed that they guard Azkaban, which not only respects the power of Dementors, but also will not infringe on the safety of wizards.”
”This genius proposal has resulted in the average life expectancy of prisoners in Azkaban prison no longer exceeding ten years.”
Chen ang sighed: ”I see. I didn't know there was such a strange story in the magic world. Wizards didn't educate Dementors and get the right to study in Hogwarts. It's too discriminatory against them! When I become the president of Hogwarts, I will apply for special recruitment of Dementors and other humanoid races who can't enjoy the treatment of wizards like the Ministry of magic... I want to add a Dementor college A Vampire Academy may also need to be added so that these vulnerable groups and special races can enjoy their rights. ”
”Moreover, people who can do magic are called witches, but these races who obtain the power of 'people' do not have an equal identity. I think they should be called 'minorities and races with special rights' for short... How about minorities?”
”People like Dementors who have a special way of life and magical blood in ethnic minorities should be treated more specially. In order to show this special interest, we should call them 'Protoss' so that wizards can know the importance.”
When Chen anglue finished this sentence with sarcasm, he turned his head to the bow of the ship, where the sound of the waves hitting the rocks came.
Looking at the dark gray reef exposed in the thick fog, who doesn't know that Azkaban, the most frightening prison in the magic world and a taboo topic, is close at hand. Chen ang took out his magic wand in his arms and whispered, ”for this, I will give them equal rights to die and be tested.”
The ghost ship made a big turn in the deep-water port area before finding the port to berth. When Chen ang took the first step on the wharf, the surrounding fog faded like the tide, and the sky showed a blue sunny day. The whole island was clearly visible in front of Chen ang, as if one step would lead to two worlds. In the distance, an ancient castle style building was filled with seeping silence.
A small gray figure came towards Chen ang from a distance. He was holding a broken lantern and stumbling along the path.
It was a very old wizard. He was wearing a broken gray robe. He was a little confused. He shouted at Chen ang from a distance: ”Muggle, this is not where you should come! The curse imposed by the damn Ministry of magic is wrong again... Are they maintaining Merlin's boots?”
Chen ang ignored him and walked quietly to Azkaban. The old Auror took out his wand like a moldy branch in his arms and trembled at Chen ang. It seemed that he wanted to give him ”nothing to forget”, but how could the Gulu following Chen ang be unresponsive? He subdued the old wizard with a disarming spell.
Chen ang came to the castle gate of Azkaban, and the Dementors quietly floated behind a gate, waiting for him to come in and prepare to suck Chen Ang's soul. Azkaban was cold and cold, with an indifferent breath.