Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 184 Scabior
Scabior is reading a book.
There is very little entertainment life on the island of Azkaban, not to mention that you have to live with someone you can't talk to at all.
It was true that he did not like McNeill at all.
Although they were all half-bloods and none of them had a higher status in the wizarding world, as a cultured and motivated half-blood who regarded Severus Snape, who was a half-blood but had a higher status than most pure-blood wizards, as his idol, he really looked down on a brainless half-blood like McNeill .
Even though his birth did not offer any advantages, as long as he was not as miserable as the Mudbloods, he would always feel that he still had a chance to advance in the future.
He himself did not actually have much discrimination against Mudbloods. After all, before Voldemort ruled the entire British wizarding world, he had lived in that "abnormal" wizarding society for many years, and at that time he had many friends who were Mudbloods.
But what if I don't agree much with the theory of pure-blood superiority?
If he wants to gain power and get promoted, he must embrace this idea.
Therefore, when he suppressed the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore, he showed no mercy, and no less than three members of the Order of the Phoenix died directly or indirectly at his hands.
It was precisely because of such outstanding achievements that he was quickly promoted in the Auror Command.
Lucius Malfoy, the head of the office that manages all Aurors, has already hinted to him privately that after completing his mission in Azkaban, the Ministry will most likely transfer him to other key offices in the Department of Magical Law, giving him a chance to become a director.
It is precisely because of this awareness that Scabior does not like watching Quidditch games, playing wizard chess, or traveling.
I just like reading books and constantly enriching myself with knowledge so that I won’t miss the opportunity when I need to seize it.
And this time, he felt that he might have encountered an extremely critical opportunity.
Of course, if not handled properly, this opportunity could turn into a deadly danger.
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John and his team had no better idea as to how to deal with the remaining Auror in the building.
He obviously had no intention of going out and had been staying in a room on the second floor. If anyone wanted to launch a sneak attack on him, they would have to enter the building.
This was undoubtedly a very risky move. After all, this was the Aurors' base, and they had no idea if there were any special arrangements inside.
But regardless of the risk, they must solve this problem today.
"Nick, come with us. You are a ghost and will not be harmed by any spells, so you walk in front and lead the way for us. Fred and I will follow behind with the invisibility cloak on."
"If you find the enemy but he hasn't found you, don't make a sound. Use gestures to point out his position to us and we'll try to sneak up on him. If he finds you, tell us his position loudly . With the invisibility cloak, he won't be able to determine our position at the first sight. This way, we still have the advantage of attacking first."
"The rhythm of casting spells is the same. Listen to my pronunciation carefully, Fred. No matter what, we must first assume that the opponent is always maintaining the armor spell. The initial attack is mainly to break the armor. Finally, you must pay attention to your own safety and never have any thoughts of dying together. It is not worth it for us."
Jon assigned tasks to everyone, Nick and Fred nodded together, and then the three of them prepared to sneak into the building.
Nick was in front, so it went straight through the entity of the wooden door without even opening it.
After checking the entire first floor and finding no abnormalities or problems, he walked out of the room again and signaled Jon and the others that they could enter.
Then Jon covered himself and Fred with the invisibility cloak again, and the two of them quietly grasped the handle, pushed open the door, and walked in carefully.
Their movements were extremely gentle and made almost no unusual noise.
But at the same time the door was opened, Scabio, who was reading in the study on the second floor, suddenly became gloomy.
On the first day he came here, he set up a guard on the only entrance door of the entire building. Whenever someone entered or left this place, the magic he left behind would be triggered for him to sense.
Of course, McNeill's entry would inevitably make him notice it, but if he came back, it would definitely not be so quiet.
This guy with a shit head would always yell every time he walked in that it was too cold outside and he needed a cup of hot chocolate or for someone to bring him a coat.
The sound of stomping feet in front of the door to clean the mud on the soles of shoes was so loud that it seemed to alarm the Dementors in the castle.
It's too quiet now.
It was so quiet that Scabior could only suspect one possibility at first, considering the current chaos in the wizarding world.
Someone else has broken into Azkaban, and that idiot McNeill has been dealt with!
The next second after this thought came into his mind, he quickly grasped the wand that had been placed on the desk.
He stood up from the sofa and walked to the door of the study first, but as soon as he reached out and gently opened the door a crack, his eyes were fixed on the owl cage that had been placed above the bookcase.
There was an owl that belonged to him in a cage, and it was looking him in the eye.
After hesitating for less than a second, he walked to the bookcase again, opened the owl's cage, and released the owl that had been with him for less than three years.
He pulled out a piece of parchment from the desk, quickly wrote a line of letters on it with a quill pen, then rolled up the parchment and let the owl hold it in its claws.
Finally, he took out a pendant from the pocket of his robe, hung it around the owl's neck, and then opened the window opposite the door of the building.
"This thing can help you fly out of the fog. Go back to the Ministry of Magic and find Lucius Malfoy, the head of the Auror Office. Be sure to deliver this letter to him. Be sure to take off gently!"
Every owl that delivered the letter to the wizard could understand human language. It wore the pendant, held the letter, carefully flapped its wings, and flew out of the room.
Scabior was not sure who had landed on Azkaban Island or how many people there were, but before he was ready to take a chance on this opportunity , he had to make sure the news got out.
Otherwise, if he had seized the opportunity, it would have been fine, but if he didn't, then all his previous achievements might not be able to offset this mistake.
