Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 181 Auror Station
"That's right."
Jon nodded.
"Dementors are not creatures without independent consciousness. They can think, although the way they think is different from humans. The most important thing is that these monsters cannot be killed. Even the Patronus Charm cannot destroy them, not to mention that the Dark Lord is unlikely to be able to use this spell at all."
"The wizard's forgetfulness spell is also ineffective against them, and if the entire race is present, they are almost everywhere on the island. So as long as the Dark Lord did something on this island at that time , the Dementors must know about it."
Fred continued to ask in confusion.
"But how can we communicate with these Dementors? Even if they can understand human language, they can't answer us, right?"
Jon snapped his fingers.
"So now we have to go find the Auror stationed on this island."
Fred suddenly realized what was going on and his face lit up with excitement.
"Yes! The Auror in charge of the handover between the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors must know how to communicate with these monsters!"
But Jon's face wasn't as excited as Fred's.
"Our goal is very clear. The key is that wizards who can become Aurors are not ordinary people." He said seriously, "It may not be difficult for the two of us to deal with an ordinary adult wizard together, but Aurors are the elite among wizards after all. Even if Nick is here, we have no way of knowing how many of them are left on this island."
Jon was very clear about his own strength and was not blinded by the illusion of humiliating several Death Eater professors in Hogwarts Castle.
He knew very well that he was able to achieve that level mainly because of the almost overflowing magic power of the second gem.
But now he no longer has such an advantage. It is not known how much improvement the magic power absorbed from Hogwarts students stored in the ring can bring to him.
Maybe it wouldn't be a big problem for him and Fred to work together to deal with one Auror, but who knows how many wizards there are on this island?
After giving Fred a heads up, they followed Nick and approached the castle in the middle.
Instead of sneaking directly into the castle, Nick led them around the edge to the other side of the castle.
"I followed Drake's ship and secretly came to this island several times before. I have basically figured out the terrain of the entire island. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not stationed in the castle. That is where the Dementors gather most densely. Generally, few people are willing to go in except for necessary work."
"They built a building on a flat ground not far from the castle, and the stationed Aurors stayed there."
They walked along the rugged road through a bush. The plants here were rarely green, as it seemed that they could not find the sun all year round.
Moreover, most of the ground is gravel, and there is not much area covered with soil.
After arriving at a rock about as tall as an adult, Nick stretched out his hand to stop Jon and Fred from moving forward, and motioned them to look to the front right.
There was a two-story building shrouded in gray fog. Faintly, one could see faint lights coming from the windows on the first floor.
"Look, that's it. They really left someone here."
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Walton MacNeill did not enjoy his job on Azkaban.
He was not originally an Auror, but an executioner in the Dangerous Creatures Committee of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
However, due to the recent shortage of Aurors, he was transferred from his original position and joined the Auror Command as a temporary Auror. Unfortunately, he was assigned to be stationed on the island of Azkaban, where he would stay for a month until the next shift change.
"Those damned Dementors didn't come looking for us again?"
Hearing the noise at the door, McNeill raised his head impatiently and looked at his only colleague on the island, Nott Scabio, who had just returned from a prison inspection.
Scabior's face turned slightly pale. No one would have a good face after dealing with those Dementors.
"They are complaining that there is not enough food in the prison and want to send the remaining Dementors to Great Britain. They seem to know that the Dementors in Britain are living a comfortable life."
Scabior took off his fur coat and complained with a frown.
"It's your turn for the next patrol. You can't keep making excuses for me to go! I'm an Auror, not a prisoner locked up in a jail!"
"I'm not even an Auror!" McNeill yelled.
"There was a criminal crup waiting for me to decapitate, and then they dragged me here! Without even asking for my opinion!"
"Now that you are here, stop complaining about other things and do your job well. Otherwise, I will write a truthful work report after I return to the Ministry of Magic."
Scabior stared at McNeill, showing no intention of speaking up for him.
McNeill was a little annoyed, as if he didn't like Scabior using this matter to pressure him, but there was nothing he could do.
I can only complain from other places.
"Why are there suddenly so few people in the Auror Command? There hasn't been any unrest anywhere in the UK recently."
Scabio obviously knew something. His eyes flickered, but he didn't say much, just shook his head.
"This is a secret mission assigned to them by the Ministry of Magic. You 'd better not ask too much and concentrate on staying here for a month. You will have a chance to return to your original position when you return to the Ministry of Magic later."
After hearing Scabio's warning, McNeill didn't ask any more questions. He muttered something that no one else could hear, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
He picked up two steaks that had been cooked not long ago and were still steaming. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a glowing object passing by his field of vision.
When he focused his attention and looked in that direction again, there was no one there.
He did not raise any alarm. It was impossible for anyone to come to such a shabby place. The light might be the phosphorescence of a corpse buried underground, or it might be some remaining protective magic on the island.
Outside the window where the cold wind was howling, Nick floated back to Jon and Fred who were hiding behind the rocks.
"I've checked it out. The second floor is a bedroom. There's no one inside right now. There are two Aurors on the first floor. One of them seems to have just returned from inspecting the prison. They're preparing to have lunch now."
Jon raised his head. The midday sun pierced through the diffuse gray fog, causing him to squint subconsciously.
"If there are only two of us, then we still have a chance to try. But to be on the safe side, it's best to wait for them to separate."
