In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 183 181. Stationed Aurors

"That's right."

Jon nodded and said.

"Dementors are not creatures without autonomous consciousness. They can think, although the way of thinking is different from humans. The most important thing is that these monsters cannot be killed. Even using the Patronus Curse cannot eliminate them, let alone the black devil. There is a high probability that this spell will not be used at all."

"The wizard's forgetting spell is also ineffective against them, and if their entire group is present, they can be found in almost every corner of the island. So as long as the Dark Lord did something on this island at that time, there must be something The Dementors know."

Fred continued to ask in confusion.

"But how do we communicate with these dementors? Even if they can understand human speech, they can't answer us, right?"

Jon snapped his fingers.

"So now we have to find the Aurors stationed on this island."

Fred's face became excited as realization dawned on him.

"Yes! The Auror who is responsible for the handover between the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors must know how to communicate with these monsters!"

But Jon's face was not 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 work together to deal with an ordinary adult wizard, but after all, Aurors are all They are the elite among wizards, and even if Nick is here, we have no way of determining how many of them are left on this island."

Jon was well aware of 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 by relying on the almost overflowing magic power of the second gem.

But now he no longer has such an advantage. The magic power absorbed from the Hogwarts students stored in the ring to this day does not yet know how much improvement it can bring to him.

Maybe it might not be a big problem for him and Fred to work together to solve an Auror, but who knows how many wizards are still on this island?

After giving Fred a warning, 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 topography of the entire island. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not stationed in the castle. Dementors gather there. In the most densely populated places, few people are willing to enter except for necessary work.”

"They built a building on a flat land not far from the castle, and the Aurors stationed there stayed there."

They walked along a rugged road through a bushland. The plants here seemed to be unable to find the sun all year round, and there was rarely any green color.

Moreover, most of the ground is gravel, and there are not many places covered by soil.

After arriving at a rock about the height of an adult, Nick reached out to stop Jon and Fred from moving forward, and at the same time motioned them to look forward to the right.

There was a two-story building shrouded in gray fog, and faint lights could be seen faintly coming from the windows on the first floor.

"Look, that's it, they really still have people here."

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Walton McNeil didn't like his job on Azkaban.

He was not originally an Auror, but an executioner on the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

However, due to the recent shortage of Auror manpower, he was transferred from his original post and joined the Auror Command as a temporary Auror. Unfortunately, he was also assigned to be stationed on Azkaban Island and had to stay here. for a month until the next shift.

"Those damn dementors haven't come to us again, have they?"

Hearing the movement in front of the door, McNeil raised his head impatiently and looked at Notte Scabio, his only colleague on the island who had just returned from a tour of the prison.

Scabior's face turned a little pale. Anyone who dealt with those dementors would not have a good look on his face.

"They are clamoring that there is not enough food in the prison, and they want to send the remaining members of their kind to the island of Great Britain. They seem to know that the dementors in the UK are living a very comfortable life."

Scabior took off his fur coat, frowned and complained.

"The next inspection is your turn. You can't keep making excuses for me to go! I'm an Auror, not a prisoner in prison!"

"I'm not even an Auror!" McNeil yelled.

"There was a criminal swallow-tailed dog waiting for me to behead, and then they dragged me here! They didn't even ask for my opinion!"

"You are already here, so stop complaining about other things and do your job well. Otherwise, I will truthfully write a work report after you return to the Ministry of Magic."

Scabior stared at McNeil, showing no intention of complaining about him.

McNeil was a little irritated, as if he didn't like Scabior pressing this matter against 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 has been no unrest anywhere in Britain recently."

Scabior obviously knew something. His eyes flickered, but he didn't say much. He just shook his head.

"This is a secret mission assigned to them by the Ministry of Magic. You'd better stop asking around and concentrate on staying here for a month. You will have the opportunity to return to your original position when you return to the Ministry of Magic."

After hearing Scabior's warning, McNeil didn't ask any more questions. He mumbled something that no one else could hear, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

He picked up two pieces of steak that were still steaming after being fried for a long time, and out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to suddenly catch a glimpse of something shimmering floating across his field of vision.

When he focused his attention and looked in that direction again, there was no one there.

He didn't raise any alertness. It was impossible for anyone to come to this poor place. The light might be the phosphorus fire lit up by the corpses buried in the ground, 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.

"After checking clearly, the second floor is the bedroom. There is no one inside now. There are two Aurors on the first floor. One of them seems to have just returned from inspecting the prison. They are now preparing to have lunch."

Jon raised his head, and the midday sun penetrated the diffuse gray fog, causing him to subconsciously squint his eyes.

"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 a time when they can separate."